Four bells hang beneath the Camel Station tower. Strike them according to the poetic code to bless the residen…
Four bells hang beneath the Camel Station tower. Strike them according to the poetic code to bless the residents.
I raise my cup to invite the Moon; with my shadow, we become three.
I urge you to drink one more cup, for in the west of the Pass, no old friends await.
In the fourth month, the flowers fade from the world, but the peach blossoms of the mountain temple just begin to bloom.
Had the east wind not aided General Zhou, spring would have locked the two Qiaos in the Bronze Sparrow Tower.