Xijiang Moon? Looking forward to reunion
Outside the fence, the bamboo shadows are slowly swaying, and the fragrance of plum blossoms is fragrant at Chaimen. The withered golden chrysanthemums also welcome the spring, and the little birds send messages in the forest.
There was no sound after the farewell, but the laughter was still frequent in the dream. Looking out from the railing at dusk again, I let out a long sigh of regret.
Qilu? Feelings of old age
The setting sun shines on the corner of the wall,
I sigh again at the end of one year.
The silver beard under the cheeks is also messy,
The white hair on the top of the head is dyed hard.
How can the soft bamboo shadows be so green?
The elegant plum fragrance makes you feel lonely.
I also learned from Tao Gong in plowing the mountains.
I was too lazy to care about fame and poured it all into the pot.