Soul returns here (Ten thousand thanks to Mr. An for his precious calligraphy of poetic sentiment in painting) Soul returns here, accompanied by green pines, better than immortals; Joyful without asking age. Every night raising a cup to invite the bright moon, soul returns here not leaving the mountain. Attached is the original excellent poem by Poetic Sentiment in Painting: Inscription on "Sunset over Green Mountains" Not aspiring for false fame or immortals, Self-sufficient through life's remaining years. Leisurely painting green mountains to view, Holding the sunset so it doesn't descend the mountain. Thanks to friend Tiefeng Rourou for the excellent poem: Wishing to borrow three blades of grass from a thatched hut, Good karma leads to composing verses about mountain maples. Heaven does not betray the meaning of true friends, Hats off, inviting two drunken elders. (Added on the evening of April 14th) Thanks to friend Qinghetingyu for the excellent poem: Looking far at green mountains and sky, Clear world like an immortal. Dancing with words and ink brings joy to heart, The sun before my eyes does not descend the mountain. (Added on the evening of April 14th) Thanks to friend Yang Yingguang for the excellent poem: Soul returns to the tranquil mountain making its own feelings, Chengdu bus self-immolation accident cause has been identified, we should be vigilant, Green pines against the mountain telling their true stories. Stream water gently kisses the clouds, Private server of Legend World, the spirit sheds tears until dawn. (Added on the evening of April 14th) Thanks to friend Laoxie for the excellent poem: Among clouds, ancient pines are better than immortals, Listening to the wind and rain for nearly a thousand years. Poetry and wine singing alone wanting to get drunk, Writing the setting sun fully before leaving the mountain. (Added on the evening of April 15th) Thanks to friend Langde Langhua for the excellent poem: Peach Blossom Spring outside the world, vaguely entering dreams. When will I achieve great things, then become an immortal. (Added on the evening of April 15th) Thanks to friend Fuhuaizaitian for the excellent poem: Deep mountains silently play among pine forests, Inside the grass hut are two drunken elders. Not envying immortals or officials, Only seeking that the wine vat never empties. (Added on the evening of April 15th) Thanks to friend Danzisese de Qiutian for the excellent poem: Alone sitting in the mountain pavilion, leisurely hearing beautiful scenery. Ancient pines make one drunk, Two swallows flying diagonally across the sky. (Added on the evening of April 15th) Thanks to friend Deng Xiangyang for the excellent poem: (One) Clouds swirling around green mountains, faint as smoke. Flying cranes cry out in the air, secluded cultivation meets immortals. (Two) Bell sounds echo far, magpies chatter low flying back. Lying in the pavilion watching waterfalls, playing flutes against pines under the sky. (Added on the evening of April 15th) Thanks to friend Suisuixiang for the excellent poem: Green mountains keep the years like immortals in fairyland, Gray stones and cypress trees half suspended. Not thinking when returning home, Praying Mr. An points to the mountain! (Added on the evening of April 15th) Thanks to friend Guanggao for the excellent poem: Looking far to distinguish green algae, focusing listening to forest waves. Pines act as guardians, mountains shield lightning storms. Streams flow between stones like harp strings, mighty eagles soar through the clouds. Wanting to know the interest of fairyland, quietly sit in a thatched hut. (Added on the evening of April 15th) Thanks to friend Ci Shi He Wen hhh for the poems and articles. Thanks to new and old blog friends for their strong support. I sincerely offer a ray of sunshine to you, wishing it brings you happiness every day. I sincerely fold a beam of moonlight to you, wishing it nightly guides you into sweet dreams. I sincerely send a thread of spring breeze to you, wishing it constantly warms your heart. I sincerely take a drop of spring rain to you, wishing it continuously moistens your path to happiness. Isn't it a joy when friends come from afar? Being in the same天涯 (metaphor for distant places), why must we have met before? A fleeting encounter is a poem of fate, Knowing each other and exchanging thoughts is a lyrical song. Yang Gang globally welcomes new and old blog friends. Crude writings and shallow insights await blog friends' reviews. Mutual linking assists in reciprocity.