Named: Ai Rucao
Named from: Song Dynasty poet: Wei Zongwu’s poem, this name can increase corporate culture.
"Sweeping Pines at Tangcun Cemetery in the Winter Solstice"
Recalling the past when I entered this mountain, the first summer followed the spring.
The grain bird is chirping, and the fragrance is particularly charming.
The green trees and cedar trees intersect with each other.
Who can cut down wormwood like a blade of grass with just one command?
So he ordered people to often hold axes and weigh themselves in shame in the tombs of the ruins.
Only Panjian pine remains, which looks like a horned dragon.
The thousand-year-old posture is perfect, and the sky is like dancing green.
I have come to study the pine trees, and understand the ignorance of the valley.
The stone-toothed pharynx is full of remnant cries, and the beaks of the rest group are resting.
Wood and stone shrink their feather scales, and wind and frost cut off their feathers.
The vision is as clear as if you were outside the country.
The journey is rugged, and the white clouds are wearing clogs.
Lin Guang is stained with desire and his clothes are slowly getting wet.
When I came to paint pictures, I felt like I was walking in a blanket.
Inaccessible to dust and dirt, there is no filth in your heart.
When you are looking for a good couple, you can match them with clear chants.
If you don’t pay attention to each other, the sun will meet the green mountains.
I wish you a happy trip, but it is a dark and windy time.
The new sun is gradually approaching, and the heaven and earth have been closed for a long time.
The corners of the house are bright, and the ice flowers bring spring.