The willow silks near the water frequent invitation to the moon
The pine hand through the clouds to pick the star
The plum blossom silent to listen to the snow on the road
The bamboo knows the spring and first welcomes it in the courtyard
A poet wielding a wolf-hair writing brush
the rain mood and the fog feelings
the ink trace is thick
A bald ass meets fierce enemy
a good article is the horns of a giraffe
and the hair of a phoenix
No anger and dropping the mallet
happy to beat drum in the jewel mountain and the classic sea
Doesn't regret the wide clothes and trousers
he studies hard
the snow window and the firefly
Note: first and fourth sentences by Luo Zhihai.
Second and third sentences by JYZQ32.
Thick clouds cover the pale moon
In the abandoned forest, wild cranes fly
Poetry and wine are fragrant in the world
Pen and flower dream the ancient and modern times
Smoke and waves in a thousand miles sigh the past
A jade flute plays sorrows at farewell
Chrysanthemums are yellow and rose of Sharon are purple
they have nothing to do with the moon
It’s autumn
polygonum flowers are white and maple leaves are red