1, how deep the courtyard is, willow piles of smoke and there is no heavy curtain outside the curtain.

2, helpless flowers fall, like geese have returned, and the small garden is lonely.

My road twists and turns through a valley covered by branches and flowers and comes to a Buddhist retreat.

My road is covered with petals-I haven't cleaned it for others, and my thatched cottage door has been closed-but it's open for you now.

5, wordless alone on the west building, the moon is like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks the clear autumn.