Han Chun (Song Dynasty)
The wind and rain in the city are close to Chongyang, and I go up to Mount Wu alone to see the river.
The old eyes are dim and forget the distance, and the strong heart xuan is open-minded and hidden.
Never a wild color for groaning, is an autumn light and broken intestines.
The ancient people of this day and age are as promised, and the sound of twilight is swept into the sky.
Rain wet west wind water surface smoke. A towel was sent to the creek boat. The sails came and went in the mountains, and the broken beach marks were scattered and rounded.
Look for turbid wine, try the chant. Avoiding people gulls and herons are more dancing. The fifth is like a dream of Qiantang, sleeping fang knows in front of him.
West Lake Ten Mile Lonely Mountain Road. Remember the lotus flower. The red stem is the most caring. It's not a kaoer breeze that blows late and sunny.
And now I am old and danqingdi. Drunken and delicate. The song slowly picks up the incense. Like a dream, the crescent moon shines with ripples.
The spring snow in Nanshan has not completely disappeared, and the road and the floating beam step stone bridge.
The dark green gradually returns to the tall willow leaves, and the light red begins with small plum shoots.
The bells of the temple sounded, and the candles of the people in the twilight shook.
One night the east wind blows wine awake, and the dream back to the flower moon is the Lantern Festival.
Han Jin (biāo) (1159-1224) was a poet of the Southern Song Dynasty. Zi Zhongzhi, Ichisaku Zi Zhong, Jian Quan, son of Won Ji. His ancestral home was Kaifeng, and after his southern crossing, he was subordinate to Shangrao, Xinzhou (present-day Jiangxi). He returned shortly after his career, had a poetic title, and wrote "JianQuan Collection".