He Zhizhang is by the mirror pond.
My father and his sons have become immortals together.
Looking at the cultural relics covered with rain and dew,
The plum blossoms have fallen like smoke from the willows.
Young students have invited me to visit the Buddhist temple.
Mao Hong and others should not be hurt.
The Secret of the True Lord of the Five Mountains,
After ten years of listening to this, my temples are as thick as a feather.
It is not difficult for a great cause to collapse and solidify.
Shouyang goes to the west and there is endless water.