It's so bad that I'm in decline. I have been desolate all my life, my friends have been scattered, and I only have a few left now! The white hair hangs three thousand feet in the air, and he smiles at everything in the world. What can make the public happy? I saw how charming the green hills were, and I expected that the green hills should be so when they saw me. Emotion and appearance are slightly similar.
One scratched his head in the east window. Thinking of Yuan Ming and stopping the cloud, the poem is full of flavor at this time. Those in Jiangzuo who are busy seeking fame have no idea of the wonderful principles of turbid mash. I look back and shout, the clouds are flying and the wind is blowing. If you don't hate the ancients, I won't see you. If you hate the ancients, I won't see you. Those who know me are two or three sons.
