Where the dust years ago Yunyang Ancient Station. Three winter is no longer Nim, and dawn and the next year.
　　Into the South Willow Spring, cold go Saibei days. Also hurt waiting for customers to know and spend compiled King of Wei.

　　Jiang Ting Wang at idle, far and near the source of Qin. Temple late spring scene, the new fat apricot flowers.
　　Calyx dense core in the light, the vine Suzi fan. Brush early rain clouds, with snow like to turn.
　　Yung-Hui Ming ten, the aroma of times one thousand. May Mo with the peaches and plums, Fang Fei is not made.

　　三百六十日云终，故乡还与异乡同。非唯律变情堪恨，
　　抑亦才疏命未通。何处夜歌销腊酒，谁家高烛候春风。
　　诗成始欲吟将看，早是去年牵课中。