Luang temple deep in autumn, Yutang Xiao Yong, one thousand people quiet.
　　Ask the sky a few degrees west, Jin Panguang full, thick silver well exposed.
　　Pik Shadow of Double-luan.
　　Meandering Shengge nearly laughing, Qunxian faint.
　　Even before the Inquiry.
　　Fall in the mortal world this province.