Warm wind and weeping willows in the lake.

The boat was swaying in the water, and the waves were far away. I still remember the iris.

As soon as the hand is disturbed, the fish jumps happily.

Graceful, graceful with dancing sleeves.

Drunk this morning.

I am troubled by thoughts and ideas.

How can you live by holding clothes and whispering?

There is no shame in the poem, but it should be clear that there is harm.

But let it be, how can you be indifferent?

It's hard to know how to know that the moon is high.

A winged bird, Lin Xiao.

Experts get together and make a fool of themselves.