A poem praising Chinese painting

"I know that I occasionally work near San Francisco."

In the official residence, the opposite of Friar Sand is the couch.

Life is as poor as the old mountain.

Sobbing the grass, smelling the residual leakage,

Flowers move to the kitchen to send late spring.

Ink painting relaxes sleeping eyes,

Yunxian sings.

Frost platform bowed their heads and thought.

Don't drive the fishing rod away from others.