Rain trees have thousands of peaks, far Temple bells fans premises.
Petals of a floating water flows east, separated from the cloud Qin people should live.
Pine sea breeze constantly Road, Wan Lai Han Sheng beryl stag.
The mountains to the south deeper, Sugar Palm leaf dark Yuan bitter cry.
千尺长松矗太清,倚松栋宇与云平。
凭阑只恐西风起,吹上青冥九万程。
Cloth and the rise of Bing Hongjun, material things then if God.
Horse mane letters three feet solitary graves, sometimes straight guilty of Dragonscale.
No back to the days of calm, flow fall smell abandoned waterfront.
Lai Qin Department has an expert who is not anti-Zhushi for the Home neighborhood.