Cut the night decals and stand against the window.
Several chrysanthemums in the empty courtyard are open to the sky.
Light steps and long sleeves, looking at the moon helps cool the strings.
Who will be pitiful? Trees are colorful.
Old books, tears streaming down my face.
Runian
Pen and inkstone painted, rice paper became a roll.
Shadows turn pages and words turn into fields.
Looking forward to a bright lamp, tea is fragrant and a tree is beautiful.
Runian
The heart sinks into meditation, and the book of Zen incense leaves a pen to read.
The bamboo wind listens to pine because it is like a lotus pond full of lotus flowers.
The green leaves look forward to the peach and plum blooming in the coming year.
The moonlight is pale.
The hut fence, Qiu Chan sings cold, but the night is short.
Donglixi, the flowing water reflects the light, and the strings are cold.
Full moon reading
A bowl of books, a candle lamp and leaves are intoxicated.
Gong Yue Gui Xiang in Fuyi District
Like spring flowers, flowers bloom and fall.
White hair, I'll read it.