And Qiu Si's poems.

The spring sun is like yesterday, and the trees sing orioles.

The grass grows at dusk and the cool wind blows.

Under the autumn leaves, the moon is cold and the chickens are sad.

Sit and rest in sorrow, and the Millennium withers and blooms.

Qiu Si Gaochantang

The world is too bleak and the mountains and rivers are slim.

I can't bear the star's treatment, but I was cold for a year.

Autumn thinking has song.

Relieve spring, wash stones and praise health, and try to break the sky with ink.

If you get the method of happiness in three mountains, you don't need to find a jade letter.

Autumn thinking has song.

Qiu Lai's feelings were even more impressive. He sent a five-acre garden to the south of the city.

Look at the mountains without iron otters, collect firewood and stir-fry tea with green apes.

Night rain in Beitang adds new growth, while tobacco in Yuan Ye reduces old scars.

Is it true that there are few relatives and friends in this life, and no one wants to visit the lonely village?

Autumn thinking has song.

Relieve spring, wash stones and praise health, and try to break the sky with ink.

If you get the method of happiness in three mountains, you don't need to find a jade letter.

Qiu Si huangtao decoction

The green ape cries at night, and the new autumn rain falls into the sky.

Who loves the bright moon and sits in a boat?

Autumn thinking has song.

Play with the fish in twos and threes and throw away the bait.

Send a boat to five lakes, just for a lifetime.

Zhang Song Lei

The old friend Chen Jisheng cobweb, the ancient temple moss.

In late autumn, the rain leaves sing on the eaves, and the wind touches the lonely lamp at midnight.