Author: Zheng
We have seen Xu Shuiqiu in the past, and today we focus on Fujian Mountain.
I pity the chaos among you, but the dust in the south will not go away.
Don't play the flute, kill time, Jingchu upstairs.
Head straight to the northwest, where towel carts are free.
Wenzhong
Author: Wang Feng
Alfalfa walnut paste is thick, and the cultural relics in the clothes sigh dust.
God is old and has no surname, and many water dynasties have their own sects.
Jingchu's old troubles with Yin Fen's felling, Zhao Tuo's new worship of Han official seal.
A madman is waiting for a good day and likes to listen to the midnight bell in Hanshan.