Linchiyu. The birds in the pond are nostalgic for the old forest, and the fish in the pond are thinking about the old abyss.
Lin Zhaoqing. Returning to the deep forest, the light shines on the moss again.
Lin Heqing. The cool and solemn breeze makes me feel clear in the woods.
Lin Qianran. There is no vulgar sound in a thousand forests, but one leaf is as bright as a leaf.
Lin Qiongjiu. The flowers are falling from the sky, thousands of trees are blooming, and the sky is full of luan cranes.
Lin Jianmin. Where the flowing water flows, there is a jade stream.