The clock is stiff in the neck, the snow is clear, and you can't sleep.
Reading Zhouyi from plum blossoms, a window full of bright moon rings on four eaves.
Wake up the soul with poetry every morning.
Write your heart now and do your best to pay attention to poetry and painting.
Water drives summer birds to the top, and Yang dances with the mountains.
Shui Bo Yangshan Pavilion Poetry Collection—
Shui Bo Shan Yang's collection of modern poems and essays—
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