I remember the beginning of mass transfer nine parties, to ordain a virtual Wong Pik Fung. Cinnabar only immature heart cut,
For the day difficult to keep coming from the dark green. Dong Tian Mu find no way over, and sometimes dead U.S. Liu Lang.
He re-reported by the immortal grace, to make stars burn incense altar at midnight.
I get sleep Chengtan green peaks, Jun Diao Chan Dai Bai Zan.
The public should be grateful to look upstairs, Jiuhua mountains in the southwest.
危峰抹黛夹晴川,树簇红英草碧烟。
樵客云僧两无事,此中堪去觅灵仙。
Wen Shi vote was now less wear of the glory of ancient India is also home. (Sent to the Jiande Zhou Yao.
"Poetry Chronicle")