The hills in Hei Hu are thick with onion fog,
Lift the curtain to see the rain in Liuting.
when you walk away from the phoenix, you can only see green,
the villagers on both sides of the strait smoke.
Surrounded by screens, the sky opens.
Smell the good sounds in the tiger's mouth.
the ancient road is wonderful, and
a stream of water flows eastward.
Two
Triumphantly colorful three thousand feet,
I don't know the breeze if it's messy.
the small courtyard is hidden and returned,
the glass refutes the light and reflects the sink.
Zhu Ge is easy to change people into thin people
How to change sadness into laughter.
If you want to leave the blue crane to mourn,
It's sad that the Milky Way has broken people's intestines.
Third,
the autumn frost comes from the sudden wind and rain, and
the late autumn festival is suddenly known overnight.
Look at the dead vines deeply in the courtyard.
Lily falls all over the ground.
when the breeze passes through, it's cool at first.
I wonder where my old friend is.
Zhaojue Temple is a string song,
Even if it's hazy, it's sentimental.