The empty mountain after the rain stands in the pine forest in the dusk moonlight, the crystal stone in the stream, the whisper in the bamboo forest, the laundry girl comes home, the lotus leaf blooms in front of the fishing boat, my friend's prince, spring has passed, but you are here. What does it matter? .
Clouds and clouds are not insulting, watching the flowers fall in bloom before the court; Whether to go or not, look up at the sky, the clouds are rolling and the clouds are comfortable-notes from the deep window