ancient style poetry recall To play the vertical flute the seventh evening of the seventh moon(when according to legend the Cowherd and the Weaver Maid meet in Heaven) 忆吹箫（七夕）
Trouble summer skirts, cool courts, at first glance, the new fall under the Indus blowing. Wang magpie feathers, the bridge into the Han, the beginning of the green mist collection. Glad to see Southwest spit on, roll screens do, Yuyu Pearl House. Silver lake late, should be the Crimson River, has degrees cows. Why not smoke deep Tsui, Jia Yong Zeng feast, frolic clever fighting. To the evening, pinning King Li, Hong Margaret floating fly. Corridor do not have shadows, should be tin together, Chai shares remain empty. Jiang Tianxiao, the rustling rain into the forefront.