The willows in Fengcheng are worthy of being climbed, but Xieyuan has not yet planned to return them to the Western Garden.
The guests sing loudly for a long time and their hair grows white, and when spring comes, the dream is full of green mountains.
When I got sick in the Ming Dynasty, I was exposed to the wind and dust, and my short brown theory passed between heaven and earth.
I heard that Lumen’s wife was here, but now the poems and poems are in Yanguan.