Koshizhi
Qin Yingxiao shines on Du Ting,
The green bamboos are blowing in the breeze, and the layers of flowers are shining with the moonlight.
Crossing the flowing water, I spread out all the mountain trees and thought about the branches, but I don't know why.
The deep clothes are wide and easy to carry with the wind,
Xiangjiang Xiangzhu, cool but empty and addictive.
The blue sky is dark, the swan geese are wailing sadly, and the spring waves are flat under the bridge.