Glazed tiles, gold hooks on the corners, and a breeze.
When reading Hanshui, the fairy returns to quiet, the tortoise and snake turn around, and the crane goes to the empty building.
When the bronze sparrow terrace was dark, Zhang Hua was short. I came here to help you abandon the Chu Palace.
A leaf is far away, the smoke waves are straight, and the eyes are endless.
How many poets have been angered by this magical work that has fallen into the sky.
Pincuisheng is a swan song, deeply nostalgic, elegant and elegant, admired by poets and immortals, and not endowed with mediocre talents.
Draw a Qionghua and carve a Yushu. Who was in a drunken dream?
The clouds piled up late, the sun set and the sky turned red.
note:
Hanjiang River: Hanshui River and Yangtze River. Tortoise and snake: Tortoise and snake mountain.
My Humble Pen Mo Xiaxiang