Yu Huaiyang's Collection of Classical Poems

Collection of Classical Poems by Yu Miaoyang The shadow falls on the bank of the fragrant river. The moon shines on the head. Still pushing and dancing on the pity stream. The sleeves fill the space. I read in front of Sui Yang. When the sky opens, there will be a move. I see your majesty walking away. I listen to the country. The family is scattered. Returning like rain, going around Baiwan. Qin Xiang is close to the road, although the road is far away. It is shameful that Ying has been idle for ninety-nine years. He fills the sea and smiles with his beautiful face. He is afraid of the cold rain and the river. He borrows the white jade and ice and refuses to recognize it. He sighs and the moon in the sky is speechless and looks at the dimness. Yu Miyang Mid-Autumn Festival of the Year of Jihai