Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Zheng Xie
The fog wrapped around the mountain, and the thunder and rain never stopped.
Halfway through the sunset, I spit out Wangjianglou.
Painted orchids
Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Zheng Xie
The bluegrass has done, and the mountain has profound meaning.
Honesty is still self-respecting, so why argue with others?
bamboo
Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Zheng Xie
Section after section, thousands of branches and leaves.
I don't blossom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies.