It is said that only those who have read Xiao Huangshu can understand this ancient poem. Did you win?

Zheng Xie, a bamboo stone, insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are broken rocks. It is still strong, and there are winds in the east, west, north and south. The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home, such as Mo Mei and Wang Mian, have all made faint ink marks. Don't praise good colors, leaving only dry Kun in the air. Lime songs are hammered out in the mountains, and they are idle as soon as the fire burns. If you are not afraid of broken bones, leave innocence in the world. The sound of sparse leaves flowing. It is not because of the autumn wind that you are far away. When I came to the "cloud", everything was still empty and the shadow was hidden in the mountains. Infinitely dry seedlings wither, and the leisurely place is a strange peak. Zheng Xie insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are breaking rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. Mowangmeimian, a tree near Xiyan Lake next to my home, is in light ink flowers. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Lime sings in the humble, hammered out in the mountains, and the fire burns idle. I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world. Zheng Xie, a bamboo stone, insists that the green hills are not relaxed and the roots are broken. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. Mowangmeimian, a tree near Xiyan Lake next to my home, is in light ink flowers. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Lime sings in the humble, hammered out in the mountains, and the fire burns idle. I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world. The heavy snow in Chen Yi overwhelmed the tall pine trees. If you want to know about pine trees and nobility, wait until the snow melts. Cicada in the south of the city, drinking clear dew, sound sparse tung. Speak from a distance, not from the autumn wind. (Tang) The cloud of Lai Valley is still empty, and the shadow is hidden in the mountains. Infinitely withered seedlings wither, and the leisurely place is a strange peak. 69599928020 14-09-23 Zheng Xie insists that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are broken rocks. After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight. Mowangmeimian, a tree near Xiyan Lake next to my home, is in light ink flowers. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun. Lime sings in the humble, hammered out in the mountains, and the fire burns idle. I'm not afraid of fractures. I want to leave my innocence in the world.