The sunset is reflected on the top of the forest, and the night is bleak and cold.
Frost grass withers, insects are urgent, wind branches are uncertain, and birds are hard to live.
I am disappointed when I see the mirror, and I like it when I am healthy.
It should be that heaven and religion are both warm and idle for a while.
Kuzhu (Du Fu)
Qingming is also self-control, weak and strong.
Bitter summer insects avoid it, and spring birds suspect it.
The porch is not heavy, I want to quit.
Fortunately, near the secluded house, the frost root is here.