Poetry 1: I want to borrow Wan Ren's cragginess. Therefore, it will work like a layer peak. Counting the colors as pale as smoke. A piece of packing is like a moss seal. Courtyard buildings are often bamboo. The pool pavilion is shaded by pine trees. Apparently pretending to be Yi Yan Temple. I only owe a few rhyming songs to clean up the night.
Poetry 2: Wind and frost in the morning, see a few new branches early. Former Dutch emperor, steal back to Beiyuanchun. Flag guns are different, but they are just as bad. With this surplus, it is difficult to mix thorns again.