Acrostic poem: In the early spring of Bingshen, worship Buddha and pray for blessings on Jiuhua Mountain.

Bing, Ding, and Lin were in the same light, and Shen Xuren cried to Qin Ting.

On my first trip, there was only a horse in the bamboo, and the spring breeze was blowing around the southern branches.

In the ninth day, there will be frost on the temples, and the Huaqingyuan Zhongkuishi Soup will be used.

The mountain screen and mist tent are exquisite and green, and you can enjoy the Yuan Dynasty and enjoy the evening.

I saluted the Hou with a heavy bow, but no one knew about the Buddha's hand and donkey's hoof.

I pray that the Taoist priests will have magical talismans and that there will be many gods and goddesses in foreign lands.