Because there are still several rooms at the tip of Pan Ling, I look down on the original text in autumn night: there are several rooms in the thatched cottage, and the night is quiet and windy. When the moon rose from the top of Pan Ling, I saw sixteen peaks. In September, the mountains are red and the autumn clouds are light. A fire was lit in Yiyang village, with deep smoke and loud bells. Shangzi is gone, and Jiang Sheng will never see him again. If you win, you only know who is interested. I went to the East Temple of Heaven yesterday when I was a monk. Look down at the thunderstorm and see the dragon between the clouds. In the evening, I broke away from the crowd and turned to love those hills and valleys. Heart full of Shui Mu, fish and birds connected. Dilution is self-evident, and the source is different. This situation has no official feeling, and I swear to follow suit. Poetry: From the tip of Pan Ling to the end of the room, I look down on Cen Can's poetry in the Tang Dynasty in autumn night.