In the winter of the third year, I laid out the small hall a...

In the winter of the third year, I laid out the small hall and the bedroom seemed a little warmer. Thinking of my old age and illness, I occasionally chanted my thoughts.

Gao Nan

Wangchuanji Baishitan

The rain clears up and the autumn begins

Eight Poems on Wood

Cui Chushi

The second queen also meant the ancestor's intention

Mocking Shi Huan

A cherry is still growing in the deep tree