A very popular poem.

Building a house is human, and there are no horses and chariots. What can you do? The heart is far from being self-centered. Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely. The mountains are getting better and better, and the birds are back. That makes sense. I forgot what I wanted to say.

When is the moon in spring and autumn? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.

I draw a blue river,

I like the maple leaves on the pavilion at night.

Autumn wind shines on Buddhist temples,

Cigarettes circled around the warp building.

These three capitals are my favorites. Hahaha!