Take a look at Yujing Road and stay at the reward desk. Yixing is pregnant with nine immortals, and it is beautiful in an instant.

White clouds in Song Yin, Li Qingxi. How can you feel the sunset if you don't have the heart of the sea?

Volume 55_3 "Spring Banquet Garden with Words" Wang Bo

The cold light in the emperor is exhausted, and the gods look forward to spring. Plum blossoms in England fall late, and willow spots surprise the first leaves.

Flowing water draws strange tricks, and clouds collapse and disperse fragrance. Qingzun is not empty. I'm glad to meet you for the time being.

Volume 55_4 "Mountain Pavilion Night Banquet" Wang Bo

Guiyu is secluded, and the mountain pavilion is cool at night. The forest is cold and solemn.

The southern bamboo is dark, and the lotus turns over the shadow of the northern pool. Qingxing never stopped, and Duan Lin filmed the first scene.

Volume 55 _5 "Yongfeng" Wang Bo

Su Su is cool and beautiful, and my forest is clean. Drive away smoke and find a stream of households, and roll the fog out of the mountain.

There are no traces of the past and the future, and interests are like love. The sunset is quiet, and the sound is loose for you.

Volume 55_6 "Huai Xian" Wang Bo

Hecen has a strange way, and Linzhou is rich in immortals. Ziquan Shuzhu Liquid, Xuanyan Liedanpa.

I've always wanted to put on a dust net and climb on the cloud car. Love is extremely lonely, and the phoenix is tired.

This road is close to Peng Ying, which means it is only a bright spot in the market. Sitting idly and gloomily is empty on the river.

Volume 55 _7 "Suddenly Sleepwalking" Wang Bo

Servant on the river, trace on the side. There is a pair of spirits in the middle of the night.

I climbed to the first place, but I crept back. Electric strategy drives the dragon lantern, and the smoke path is embarrassing.

Take the moon to wear a gold medal, even the stars will solve Joan Pei. It is easy to go back to Russia, but it is difficult to swim again.

Loneliness and reverie, qi zhou is a relic. Vulgarity is not my hometown, why not let the dust fly?

Volume 55_8 "Wang Bo Zaqu"

Goddess Zhi Qiong, visiting Wen Jun, began to make an appointment, and her sleeves began to pull out.

The song is full of rhyme and dance. You recommend pillows to the balcony, and he wins in the clouds.

Volume 55_9 "Long Autumn Night" Wang Bo

The autumn night is long, never ending, the moon is bright and white, and the city is far away.

Looking from a distance, there is no beam in the Sichuan, the north wind is fragrant in the south, and the fragrance is fragrant in the blue.

Get out of the corridor and beat clothes for your autumn night.

Silly Luo thinks of the phoenix and the pair of mandarin ducks, and adjusts the anvil to think of himself.

Thinking of self-mutilation, the recruiter Wan Li defended his hometown. The crane leaves, and the Longmen road is long.

You are in the end of the world, cold clothes smell sweet.

Volume 55_ 10 "Lotus Picking Song (Lotus Picking Yuefu)" Wang Bo

Picking lotus leaves, green water hibiscus clothes. The autumn wind makes waves and geese fly.

Gui Lan grows radially downward, and the jade skirt is lightly scratched. Tan Hua, Yu Ye is very flat,

The river blows harder and harder. Acacia is bitter, but the ceremony can't stay.

The husband beyond the Great Wall has not returned, and it is dusk to pick lotus in Jiangnan. Today is dusk, picking lotus.

Canal will be a prostitute. Picking mulberry leaves in Lunan is not as good as picking lotus on the river.

Lotus after lotus, why should the flowers and leaves be broken? Ye Cuiben is ashamed of his eyebrows, and his bonus is like cheeks.

Looking forward to leaving when the beauty is away. Love flowers, love lotus roots.

So, where there is no love, new things come from China. At the expense of Xijin,

I am also ashamed that Beihai Goose was written late. Lotus picking songs have a festival, and the lotus picking night has not rested.

Just as the mighty river prevailed, it was worthwhile to return the river last month. Pei Huilian Pu night party,

Wu Nvhe. * * * Li Xi asked Han Jiang, how heavy is Guanshan Road?

Volume 55_ 1 1 Lin Ji

Close to the platform, the platform will never float. Yao Xuan, Qi Gou, He,

The love song phoenix blows away the mourning. Overlooking Chang 'an Road, lush grass grows in the ditch.

Inclined to Ganquan Road, the trees are lush. Looking at the same platform,

The land is full of lush air. The Ziting Dan Building is shining and the rooms are exquisite.

Dongmi optimism refers to the Weiyang Palace in the West. Chicheng reflects the morning sun and the green trees shake the spring breeze.

The flag pavilion opens a hundred tunnels in Xincheng, and the first thousand miles are divided into seven miles. Zhu Lun Cui Gai can't win the spring,

The stacked pavilions are opposite to each other. There are embroidered doors and carved windows in the middle of brothel avenue.

The night is not full and the day is not empty. The song screen is hidden, and the makeup mirror looks red.

Make a bun for you, and moths will stop the flowers. The narrow road between the dust will be dark,

The moonlight between the clouds is as bright as ever. Yuanyang pool flies together, and the phoenix flies together downstairs.

That's the way to find it, regardless of the ceremony. The silver saddle embroidered hub is prosperous,

Poor prostitute's house tonight. Don't worry about young prostitutes.

Look at the old high platform. The cypress and the bronze finch have yellow dust.

Volume 55_ 12 "Tengwang Pavilion" Wang Bo

Wang Teng Linjiang Zhu and Ming Luan went dancing. Draw a building facing Nanpu Cloud,

At dusk, the bead curtain rolled up the rain in the western hills. The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for a few years.

Where is the emperor in the pavilion today? The Yangtze River flows freely outside the sill.

Volume 55_ 13 "Jiangnan Lane" Wang Bo

Jiangnan lane, Wushan dream, rain clouds send each other several times.

In the spring, the Jade Boy Fairy didn't have time to see it. Purple dew cigarettes are hard to hold,

The breeze and the bright moon miss each other from afar. Acacia is far away, and the grass is green, for listening to phoenix songs.

Volume 56_ 1 "Holy Spring Banquet" Wang Bo

I rode on a stone windowsill with lapels and listed myself in the spring. The sky is blue and the mountains are smoky, and the pine sounds are wild.

Shadows float outside the leaves, but before the fragrance falls. In Xingcha Tang Lin, it's getting late, and the heavy rocks raise the evening smoke.

Volume 56_2 Wang Bo's "Seeking Taoism"

There is wisdom and light, full of scale. The green altar clears the laurel sill, and the Dan cave loosens its pivot.

There are three mountains in Yuli and five mountains in the golden box. You can't get it, but you can't get it.

Volume 56 _3 Morning in Wang Bo

The mountains are open and the stone roads are dust-free. The white horse went to Gaotan, and Qingniu was really angry.

The heavy door is close to the giant valley, and the building is full of worship. In other words, the promotion of this policy today is not to abandon it.

Volume 56 _4 A Farewell to Xue Hua Wang Bo

There are many difficult roads ahead, and only one person found his way in a hurry. On the way of thousands of miles of frustration, lonely cold will destroy life, but a hundred years of body.

Thoughts are wandering and life is short. Go or stay, it will be another person in the dream.

Volume 56 _5 Farewell to Xue Hua Wang Bo

The bright moon sinks in Zhupu, and the breeze floats in Jinchuan. The balcony is near the shore and the continent is long.

Walk Wan Li Road and live for a hundred years. Tears are the only way out. I still want to be alone.

Volume 56_6 Visit to Fanyu Sanjue Temple in Wang Bo

The apricot pavilion is covered with green ridges, and the carved platform controls the purple cen. Ye Qi mountain road is narrow, and there are many flowers in the depths of the wild altar.

Luobo lives in the shadow of Zen, and Songmen listens to Sanskrit. I am eager to accompany you, and I am tired of it.

Volume 56_7 "Ma Ping Night Tour" Wang Bo

Looking at the earth for a hundred years, Wan Li Road is tiring. Look for the height of the road and listen to the sound of the spring.

Only the leaves of the stream can be separated, but the flowers of the mountain can't tell the names. Where is the heart, the wind is sharp and the ape is clear.

Volume 56_8 "Send Master Lu" Wang Bo

Don't hate the poor road, but the vacant room is self-reliant. Years in the city, the sound of the piano is sparse.

Incomplete thoracotomy, many violations. Dongyan is rich in pine and bamboo. Fortunately, it returned to that year.

Volume 56_9 "Wei Bing Cao" Wang Bo

Sign up for the wild age, don't be miserable. The floating smoke of Sichuan Ji converges, and the mountains are bright and shining.

The eagle wind withered the late leaves, and the cicada dew cried the autumn branches. The pavilion is far away and the clouds are far away.

Volume 56_ 10 "Bai Xia Zhu Yi Tang Shao Fu" Wang Bo

The next post is poor, and the food year is long. Get to know each other early, but stay in your arms.

The night in Pulou is low, and the country road is isolated from the wind and smoke. How to get there? Chang 'an is near Japan.

Volume 56_ 1 1 "Du Shaofu as Zhou Shu" Wang Bo

Across the wall of Sanqin, across a layer of fog, across a river. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions.

After all, the world is just a small place. If you don't do anything wrong, the child will get wet with towels.

Volume 56 _ 12 "Spring Suburb" Wang Bo

East Garden weeping willow path, west weir falling flower Tianjin. Looking for March, the scenery is absolutely adjacent.

Birds fly to the village to get sleepy, and fish play in the water to know spring. Chuqingshan's yard is noisy there.

Volume 56_ 13 [suburban people]

Singing solo in the empty garden, spending spring at leisure. Eupatorium adenophorum invaded the diameter, and willow covered the long ditch.

Rain goes to flowers and wind goes to leaves. Mountain people do not hesitate to get drunk, fearing green and respecting the air.

Volume 56_ 14 "suburban garden is a thing" Wang Bo

Clouds admire spring, and pine and bamboo grow old. Breaking the mountain and painting obstacles, the county sliding shed piano.

The grass is all over Nanting River, and the north yard of bloom is deep. Living in a leisurely place, you can smoke as you like.

Volume 56_ 15 "Buddhist Temple" Wang Bo

The lotus is full of beauty, and the pine cliff is full of holy toes. The old gold trace is shallow and the land is long and sparse.

Decadent China is facing a curve, and the shadow is thrown away. * * * she yuan, Russia regards the city as empty.

Vol. 56_ 16 "Returning to the Mountain Home Late to Give Wang Daochang"

Jintan is sparsely populated, and there are many immortals in eastern Henan. The flowers are exposed at night, and the peaks are cloudy in Qing Ye.

Oblique photos move mountains and shadows, and there are essays back to the sand. The piano is waiting to be played, and the bamboo tree has been greeted.

Volume 56_ 17 [Eight Immortals Crossing the Sea] Wang Bo

Xi's center is eight, and Yan Song swims nine immortals. Help Luo peep at the fog, climb the forest and lean on the clouds.

Lu 'an, representing the north, arrived, and cranes in western Liaoning rode around. Finally, I hope to get rid of the dust net and know the sky with my wings.

Volume 56_ 18 "Spring Return to the Outskirts" Wang Bo

Leisure and hey, take a staff member to Yanquan. The grass is green for the new belt, and the elm is green for the old money.

Fish beds invade the shore water, and birds travel into the mountains. Going to the mansion again, flowers and trees are full of spring fields.

Volume 56_ 19 "On the Spring Garden of Wine" Wang Bo

Throw it under the mountain pavilion and carry the wine river beam. Narrow water and long mirrors, high flowers send fragrance.

Many songs are like songs, and butterflies dance. Drunk naturally, not just reading the light of the year.

Volume 56_20 Wang Bo's "Looking at the Immortal"

The jade shelf is hidden, and the old traces of Jintan are lost. Take the flowers to Zixi, and step on Qingxi under the leaves.

The dew is still like milk, and the stone pulp is still like mud. Why climb a ladder when you can turn into wings?

Volume 56_2 1 "A Long History of Kings in Autumn" Wang Bo

It's not a long journey, but it's a hundred years long. Wait for the sun in the west and change the beam in the north.

The wild color cage is cold and foggy, and the mountain light gathers dusk smoke. In the end, it was hard to serve, and Wilder died.

Volume 56_22 "Thinking on Floating Rivers and Feasts" Wang Bo

In the last four years, the light improved and Nakagawa prospered. Green hills are full of leaves and red flowers.

Springs ring behind the stream, and Hong Ying shines on the front bridge. Looking at the spring, the river road is full of waves.

Volume 56_23 "Long Willow" Wang Bo

In the morning, you smoke a cigarette, and in the evening, you rest in Yun Guan. The evening breeze is clear and the valley is near, and the new moon shines in Wan Cheng.

The firewood in the suburbs sings back, and the golden fishing song returns. I didn't meet the guests, and because of this, I eased my sadness.

Volume 56_24 "Two Copper Bird Prostitutes" Wang Bo

Jinfeng is adjacent to Tongquetai, and Zhanghe looks at Yecheng. The king is nowhere, and the terrace is like a lifetime.

The seats are uncontroversial and the songs are not tilted. Xiling is cold and loose. Who can understand what it's like to continue the frontier?

My concubine is a prostitute in the deep palace, and the city is closed for nine times. The king is full of joy and love. Who is he singing and dancing for?

No more brocade, no more sewing. Looking at the high platform in the northwest, I shed tears to the pine trees.

Volume 56 _25 Ji You's Farewell Banquet Wang Bo

The guest's heart hangs on the road, and the wanderer is tired of the river. Lotus is quiet, and the night window is cold.

Don't hate the sound of the piano, the scenery is in joy. It is better to feel that mountains and rivers are far away and it is difficult to travel far.

Volume 56_26 "Yiyang Early Hair" Wang Bo

Chi pretended to invade Xiao Yue and rushed to the waiting stars. The dangerous pavilion looks for Dan obstacles, and the beam is a green screen.

Shadows disappear in the clouds, and peaks disappear in the fog. Since then, the cool wind has soared into the sky, and the mountains have flown at night.

Volume 56 _ No.27 "Jiaoan Morning Tour and Lu Si" Wang Bo

Invade the stars and violate the night, and take the moon to quit. Re-injection of clear color, virtual rock to distinguish undercurrent.

The ape sang in the mountains, missed the dawn, and the fireflies dispersed the strong wind and fell. Old friends are far away, and mist is floating in the countryside.

Volume 56 _28 "A Night in Deep Bay" Wang Bo

Tianjin is facing a huge valley, and the village is in danger. The sound of the weir is silent, and the wind is deeper than the shadows of the trees.

Jiangtong is at dusk, and Shannv is at night. At this time, my hometown is far away, and I would rather know the wandering heart.

Vol. 56 _29 The Wounded Pei Tape Recorder and the Lost Child

The blue frost is early and the truffles are deep. The scattered beads are gone, and the incense pin is heavy.

Luwen leaves the grass, and the smoke shines on the flat forest. Cheese burns empty and sighs, and hates gold.

Volume 56_30 "Nishi" Wang Bo

Ling Ben Valley, low whip Nie Junqi. Jiang Tao is in danger of leaving the coast, and so is the peak.

The ship is in a hurry, and the rock is inclined to ride the shadow. The hookah cage is green, and the mountains shine on the cliff.

Wind-born apple leaves, hanging bamboo pond branches. Although the water is beautiful, who knows the song?

Volume 56_3 1 "March Qushui Banquet Got the Way to Smoke" Wang Bo

When Peng Zeguan first went, Heyang Fu began to spread. Pastoral home, poetry and wine long banquet.

The column room peeks at the Dan cave, and the building overlooks the purple smoke. Go back to Jingen Ferry and wander in the suburbs.

The phoenix piano turns to the guest, and the dragon dragon swims among the immortals. Turquoise is ancient, and vines don't remember the years.

Dense trees with double eaves once again hold dangerous springs. Kang Nanling, take the sand year Beichuan.

Before Panxi people went fishing, Yan Fu came to build a place. The sunset is really interesting and the dream is cool.

Volume 56_32 "Autumn Fairy Tour Taoist Figure (Robin Wang Poetry)" Wang Bo

Stone maps are divided into palace bells and hidden butterfly caves. Back to Dan's cave, back to the cliff.

The fog is thick and the golden stove is quiet, and the clouds are dark and the jade altar is empty. Wildflowers are always exposed, and mountain leaves sing the wind.

Lin Quanmingyue is here, and poetry and wine are together. When I meet the chalcedony, I will fly away from you.

Volume 56_33 "Stay in Fengzhou Night" Wang Bo

Baoji resigned from the old service, and the fairy phoenix passed through the ruins. Here, near the city gate, the mountains are green and the moon is bright.

Volume 56_34 "Ji Chun" Wang Bo

The guest's heart is tired for thousands of miles, and the spring is once. I also hurt the North Garden and saw the fallen flowers flying.

Volume 56_35 "Lin Tang Huaiyou" Wang Bo

Fang Ping painted spring grass, and Xianjue weaved the morning glow. Horushan Waterway, opposite the flying flowers.

Volume 56_36 "Night Sitting at the Gate" Wang Bo

Hold the piano and open the outdoor room, and bring wine to your lover. Don't be like a family in spring.

Volume 56 _37 "Spring Village" Wang Bo

Lanyedao is in the mountains, and Liyuan is outside the city. I'm afraid of being quiet, and I can't feel the birds singing.

Volume 56_38 "Spring outing" Wang Bo

The guest thinks endlessly, and the tears are doubled in spring. Today, under the flower tree, I can't feel the love of years.

Volume 56_39 "Spring Garden" Wang Bo

Two nights in the mountain spring and one garden in the spring. Still drunk for a thousand days, * * * for a hundred years.

Volume 56_40 "Lin Quandu Drink" Wang Bo

Painting everywhere, flowers and willows meet in spring. Don't get drunk when you meet, and find someone who looks down on you.

Volume 56_4 1 Spring in the City Wang Bo

The mountains and rivers are close, and the scenery is new at the beginning of the sunny day. There are flowers and willows in the fragrant suburbs, but no Yichun.

Volume 56 No.42 Wang Bo's Revival in a Foreign Country

Make-up leaves return to smoke late, and flowers are picked to shine in spring. Border town gold, fellow villager.

Volume 56 _43 "Night Xing" Wang Bo

Wild smoke contains sunset, and mountains and moons shine on Lin Qiu. Will also be scattered in the middle to play the infantry piano.

Volume 56_44 "Linjiang Two Poems" Wang Bo

Generally, it flows eastward and flies north. When I go home, I have to say goodbye. They are all tired tourists.

Go to the farewell road and return to Hanzhou. Under the leaves of the river, you should think about autumn in the old city.

Volume 56_45 "Two Farewells to Jiangting jathyapple" Wang Bo

The Yangtze River is far away from the waters south of Taba, and the mountains are continuous, as if embedded in the clouds in Saibei. On the autumn night in Jinting, no one sees tears leaving the group.

There is tangled smoke on the green steps, and the high moon shines on the south gate of Jiangting. Lonely from the pavilion, the mountains are cold at night.

Volume 56_46 "The Other Four" Wang Bo

Long-term guests, especially old friends from different places. It's natural to cry. Who has the heart to look for dust?

There are many clouds in the mountains. See you off outside Nanpu and see what happens.

Although Gui Yan is not stationed, Lan Yan is lucky not to open. Lin Tang's romantic reward is still waiting for the arrival of old friends.

At the end of the day, the frost is clear, and the fog is caged in the river. Guests are always afraid of others, so what is staying so long?

Volume 56_47 Fourteen Poems for Li

Wild people think of Mao Yu, while people in mountainous areas like bamboo forests. The piano is condescending, and the wind and moon are looking for it.

The path is suitable for grass, and the empty court never tires of flowers. Poetic life, fairy home I will be happy.

Bamboo scattered in three paths, flying flowers all around. Never in Yang Zi's house, no one from Shogen.

The wind feast tunes laurel trees and the moon diameter draws rattan cups. Straight into the garden, the study looks at dawn.

Volume 56_48 "Wild Hope in Early Spring" Wang Bo

The spring tide in the river is white, and the mountains are long and the water is clear. In a foreign land, flowers and willows are reflected in the pavilion.

Volume 56_49 "In the Mountains" Wang Bo

The sorrow of the Yangtze River has stagnated, and Wan Li's thoughts will return. The night is high and windy, and the mountains fly.

Volume 56 _50 "Looking at the Winter Suburb" Wang Bo

The girlfriends are white, the pears are thin and the leaves are red. Gao Jiang's cold hope was exhausted, and he returned to see the sign of the tent.

Volume 56_5 1 Three Poems of Missing Friends on a Cold Night Wang Bo

After a long separation, my face changed greatly. As soon as the yueqin came down, I missed it very much.

The clouds are thinking intermittently, and the moon is broken. Hongyan flies southwest, how to bid farewell to old friends.

Night after night, facing Cuishan and Cangjiang Qu. After this, I miss you too far, and it's green and fragrant.

Volume 56_52 "Get up early and get greedy for the dark" Wang Bo

Guan que Chang' an is near, and Jiangshan Shu Road is on credit. There is no place to go home.

Volume 56 _ No.53 "Fufeng Day Leaving Beijing for Immersion" Wang Bo

In the emperor, the golden stems go, and the pillars that help the wind come. The mountains and rivers have not gone, and the road is long.

Volume 56_54 "Pu 'an Building a Shadow Wall" Wang Bo

Jianghan is infinitely deep and Liang Min is unattainable. When will the wanderer return in the mountains and rivers?

Volume 56 _ 55 "9" Wang Bo

On the Double Ninth Festival, there are chrysanthemums when you open the door. I don't know how to deliver wine. If it's Tao Jia.

Volume 56_56 "Two Farewells to Qiu Jiang" Wang Bo

Other places are early autumn, and Jiangting Yue Ming brings rivers.

I already feel that I have lost Sichuan, and I feel sorry for it. I saw Jin Shu hiding behind the boat.

Return to the boat and ride, facing each other in the south and north of the Yangtze River.

Who said that waves are just a piece of water, and mountains and rivers are two townships?

Volume 56_57 "Nine Days in Shu" Wang Bo

On September 9, at Wangxiangtai, he sat in a farewell cup.

Human feelings are tired and bitter in the south, and Hongyan is from the north.

Volume 56_58 Two Miscellaneous Poems on a Cold Night by Wang Bo

The smoke in Beishan began to be boundless, and the frost in Nanjin was gray.

In autumn, there is no doubt about the guest's mind, and it begins at midnight.

The courtyard is wide open, and the autumn wind and bright moon shine on Jiang Lai.

The old friend gave a banquet because of love and turned a blind eye to each other.

Volume 56_59 "Falling Flowers (not included in the following poems)" Wang Bo

Falling flowers are lonely. Green leaves reflect Dan calyx,

Go back to the Golden River with Pei Jun. Shadow brush makeup order and hawksbill banquet, dogwood curtain in the ballroom.

Falling flowers fly and stir into the curtain. Spring is full, and spring people don't return.

Falling flowers, the atmosphere around tall trees. Spring has been complicated, and spring people ignore it.

The green platform is quiet and idle, and the red scarf returns. No longer young and strong,

High branches are hard to climb. Try to swim in the fallen flowers in Fudan and stay in the fallen flowers at dusk.

I fell out of the garden with you, and a double fan appeared on the stage.

Volume 56_60 "Nine days pregnant sealing YuanJi" Wang Bo

On the ninth day, I looked at the suburbs. Ye Ping was covered with frost. Blue sky adds new flavor, and flowers dye different clothes.

September and autumn are rare, and thousands of miles of old friends are few. Today, outside Longshan, it is time to recall the Book of Goose.

Volume 56_6 1 "Two Mountains" Wang Bo

There is no water source, but if there is someone in the mountain. Move the stone before driving the sheep, and the rabbit will throw the towel.

In late autumn, the cave is cold, and the rock is old and new. The peak of the mountain is obliquely connected with the wings of birds, and scales are stacked on it.

Stand tall for a thousand years, Yuan Gui six generations of spring. Clouds can drive away today, and the sea becomes dust itself.

First frost, the first month is in the sky. Return to Lingcui River and fly to control Qingcen.

The rock is deep but the stove is not deep, and the stream destroys the stone canal. The palace is near the clouds, and the mountains and rivers are outside.

The jade altar perches at dusk, and the pearl cave bears autumn shadows. Stay away from the mundane and disturb homesickness.

Who wants to travel, often hurts people.

Volume 56_62 "Heyang Bridge generation fights a card shark beauty answer Yang Zhongshe" Wang Bo

The cloak listens to the long river of birds, and the weaver girl in Tianjin is jealous from a distance.

We know that autumn night brings tears, so we hold hands with Chunchao.

Volume 56_63 "On a dark day, Lin Ting in Gao's pen uses Chinese characters" Wang CuO

In the preface, Lin Ting, Hua and Jing regard things as China. The bamboo window has low exposed leaves, and the plum path has wind flowers.

The spring scenery is foggy, and the pool invades the old cinnabar. Yee Yan Song blows late, and the rain is fragrant.