Poetic description of monkeys

Neoapes—

Guan xiu

I can't see it at ordinary times, and the trees are covered with moss.

Suddenly stretched out to the tall branches, and from where.

The wind is clearer and the moon is more bitter.

How many applicants are urged by you every year?

Climbing Mount Tianmu in a Dream-Li Bai

Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.