Poetic three-character poem

Hanshan (Tang)

Hanshan road, no one has arrived.

If you can, call it number ten.

Cicada, no crow.

Yellow leaves fall and white clouds sweep.

Stone, mountain man.

I live alone, and my name is good.

Look carefully, it can't be good.

Cold mountain is cold, ice lock stone.

The mountain is green, and now it is white.

Show photos at that time.

Warm starts here, old customers.

I live in the mountains and don't know anyone.

It is often silent in white clouds.

The cold mountain is deep, calling my heart.

Pure white stone, not gold.

The sound of spring caressed the piano.

There is a sub-period, distinguish this sound.

There is enough breeze in the heavy rocks.

The fan doesn't shake, it's cool.

Bright moon, white clouds cage.

An old man was sitting alone.

Hanshanzi looks like this.

If you live alone, you will not be born or die.