The inspiration is you, it is flowers, it is dreams, I have been here, and now it is like the wind shaking me; telling the days to overlap in the mountain nests; the clear springs flowing in the wild river; the lonely forest blooming leisurely With fresh flowers, the fine fragrance often hangs in the still sky accompanied by the full moon; and various gods and goddesses emerge from the purple smoke, and the trains of clothes are fluttering and reflected in front of the mountain stream; the ideals and ideals of people are covered with fragrant flowers, making people's hearts harmonious. The hearts sing together; until the soul stretches into a Milky Way, and a thousand songs flow in the sky! It's you, it's a flower, it's a dream, I've been here, now it's like the wind, shaking me; It tells me that the days are so unclear; There is an unexpected string of bells ringing in the middle, the branches are swaying softly; gold is inlaid with emerald, The setting sun lowered its head, and there was another gleam of light.
No wonder the people in front of the steps forget about the dusk, the grass under their feet, the ancient pines in the high pavilion, looking at the sky with a little pride; leaving sandalwood and wooden fish, palms clasped in front of the shrine, on the futon, outside the building and outside the building, imagining that the colorful clouds are decorated like phoenix railings, hanging Turn on the lights on the top of the tower! Huiyin was written in Peiping in October of the 24th year (according to manuscript)