Qingpingle.

Xin Qiji

The eaves are low and the grass is green on the stream. Wu Yin is very charming when she is drunk, but whose old lady is gray-haired?

The eldest child is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle child is weaving a chicken coop. The younger child is most fond of rogues, lying at the head of the stream peeling lotus pods.

Moon on the Xijiang River Walking along the yellow sand road at night

Xin Qiji

The bright moon scares the magpies on the branches, and the breeze blows the cicadas in the middle of the night. The fragrance of rice flowers tells of a good harvest, and the sound of frogs sounds.

Seven or eight stars are outside the sky, and two or three points of rain are in front of the mountain. In the old days, by the forest of Maodian Society, I suddenly saw a bridge over a stream when the road turned.

Bodhisattva Man writes on the stoma wall of Jiangxi Province

Xin Qiji

Under the clear river water of Yugu Terrace, many passersby shed tears in the middle. Looking northwest to Chang'an, one can see countless mountains.

The green mountains cannot cover it, and it will flow eastward after all. When Jiang was feeling sad at night, he heard partridges deep in the mountains.