手种寒梅度一春，主人指日是行人。
　　孤根奈久不忘旧，疎蕊逢秋已献新。
　　堪笑世情何恁薄，不知花意却相亲。
　　年年记取栽培力，为送幽香入梦频。

　　多病侵寻鬓欲秋，自惭何止四宜休。
　　青松十里嵩源路，醉倒仙台是乐丘。

　　Italy suddenly back on the dangerous, old mountains behave the opposite direction.
　　Body away from the hubbub of the city walls, the sky dark and quiet Margaret Yandao side.
　　Lest add years old pines, long taught tall bamboo barrier Wind and Smoke.
　　Think back to the book under the window lights, hunchback that is now six years.

　　Cui Tian Shan River near the wet well, Ting was overcast by thick trees.
　　Cloud Road was like outing, take south of the first peak recognition.

　　羁寓零陵过一年，每怜两脚负山川。
　　忽从榛莽窥神秘，似与仙家有宿缘。

　　石刻嘉名岁月多，苔封藓蠹欲消磨。
　　天成有景无人问，不著新亭奈尔何。

　　浮世嚣尘不可干，漫山琮璧照人寒。
　　客来莫认为顽石，具眼还须作玉看。

　　顷看尝入道山来，天上图书不受埃。
　　今日有怀群玉府，又从人世得蓬莱。

　　经台石磴郁深幽，曲折中藏自一邱。
　　凿破藩篱都是路，从今任是泳人游。