Help! I want beautiful poems.

I left quietly, just as I came gently;

I waved my hand gently and bid farewell to the clouds in the western sky.

The golden willow by the river is the bride in the sunset;

Beautiful shadows in the waves ripple in my heart.

Green grass on the soft mud, oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;

In the gentle waves of He Kanghe, I would like to be an aquatic plant!

The pool under the shade of the elm tree is not a clear spring.

It is the rainbow in the sky that is crushed in floating seaweed, precipitating a rainbow-like dream.

Looking for dreams? Support a long pole and swim back to a greener place on the grass.

Full of starlight, singing in the splendor of starlight.

But I can't play the piano, just a farewell flute;

Summer insects are also silent for me. Silence is Cambridge tonight.

I left quietly, just as I came quietly;

I waved my sleeve without taking away a cloud.

On the Gift of Long Sentences and a Brief Introduction of Zhang Dajia's Twenty-four Zukunji from Drunk Liu Wu's Master Book

Liu Xiong's literary style is high-profile and isolated. He became famous fifteen years ago. It's time to meet at R&F. I'm twenty and thirty.

I am proud of my family. I live in the same county. Looking for me lonely at Hengmen, visiting you at dusk in the ancient temple.

Hand in hand in the morning and evening, there is nothing in the poor lane. Writing Spring Festival couplets in autumn night, Chun Xue pouring cold and warm wine.

If the lake is green and loves Bai Ou to fly, if the water is clear and pity the red carp fat. Even the language is idle and fragrant, helping each other and getting drunk.

The Zhang brothers visited Tongli Lane, stayed in the thatched cottage on rainy days and walked the stone bridge on a moonlit night.

I am getting older and older, and I am surprised. In the mirror, Ran Ran was born with a beard. Fear of the future is the same as inspiration, and so is the former.

Asked where I lived, the villagers recommended me to visit Luming Literature. Don't thank your friends for two thousand miles, and thirty rhymes comfort you.

Go out and feel sorry for yourself. Dongdong Street is dark, and Chang 'an has no owner at night.

Two Jia, two Zhang and Yu Di are driving one after another. Cao Ci fought for Fu Wei, and Feng Rui was more powerful than others.

Fighting together in the literary world, five people graduated in nine years and ten years. Two of them first, the United States retired to win the championship.

Tang Ronghe and Fang Fuhe. Only when Yuan rhinoceros bends down and doesn't stretch, does he call himself a scary chicken in his hand.

If you don't sing for three years, you will be old. Is it scary to be a chicken alone? The Millennium saints of Yuan and Yun Qi were the luckiest in the Ming Dynasty.

Wang Ji, the secret cabinet official, resigned at the beginning and stepped up his class Wei. He Kan-ming wears jade, and his aging capacity is not called royal clothing.

You can't move your cigarettes in the morning. Stepping on the dragon's tail to the void, standing near the sky.

Palace flowers are like snow, and the moon is like frost. Every time I am ashamed of my body, I will be ashamed of cursive writing.

In the evening, Xinchang pine cold bamboo opened, occupied near, and the door was closed. At dusk, I went straight back to the silver desk and went to the door to temporarily open it.

Where did all the dust on your clothes go when you got off the horse and took care of them? I have not finished my words yet. Let's just say that Laoshan regrets today.

Traveling in Qiyang is less fun, but traveling in Jiangzuo is time-consuming. Give me an essay on the road, every sentence is covered with placer gold.

Time only urges white hair and mud daubs unyielding Yun Lan. Who knows the meaning of heaven and earth? It takes a short time to use it and a long time to abandon it.

I followed the heron into the clouds and mistook it for a near minister. You and your wife live in thorns and are candidates in blue robes.

I am disappointed, because I want to go in and out of Penglai Hall, so I can't recommend you. There are 200 pieces of advice books every month and 300 thousand wages every year.

He Zudao, who is full of glory at the bottom, met several times, which is an old thing. And pour wine to comfort the sorrow and catch up with the past.

All the neighbors have left in Beili, and no one lives in Lindong's old yard. The flowers in Wuli Village are blooming again, and the scenery in Liugou Mountain should remain the same.

I feel that I have been rewarded with a thousand words of poetry. Why do you get drunk? It is important to know that ordinary things are ordinary, and don't sigh with ups and downs.

Encourage each other generously, and add meals after hospitality. Don't you see, is it too late to buy a minister's brocade and go back to your hometown?

The Everlasting Regret

The emperor of China, eager to shake the beauty of an empire, has been in office for many years, searching and never finding it. Until a child of the Yang family grew up in the inner room, almost before she grew up, and no one knew her.

However, due to the gift of heaven and no concealment, it was finally elected royal one day. If she just turned her head and smiled, there were a hundred spells, and the powder and paint of six palaces disappeared without a trace.

It was early spring. They let her bathe in a pure pool to warm and smooth her creamy skin. Because she was tired, a maid lifted her up, when the emperor noticed her for the first time and chose her as his bride.

On the night of spring, the warm hibiscus curtains covered her fluttering hair, petals on her cheeks and golden ripples on her head. But the night in spring is short and the sun rises too fast. Since then, the emperor has given up his early hearing.

He wastes all his time on parties and revelry. He is the lover of spring and the tyrant of night. There are other ladies in his court, 3,000 of whom are stunning beauties, but his love for 3,000 is concentrated on one person.

The golden house is dressed up to serve the night. When the table in the jade tower is cleaned, she will wander around and drink wine slowly. Her sisters and brothers were both given titles, a poor portal.

When a girl is born instead of a boy, she brings happiness to every father and mother in the empire. ... high rose plum palace, into the blue clouds, and the wide breeze carries magical notes.

Soft songs and slow dances, strings and bamboo music, the emperor's eyes can never stare at her. Until the sound of drums came from Yuyang, which shook the earth and broke the tune of rainbow skirts and feather clothes.

The Forbidden City, a nine-story palace, is hidden in the dust and travels southwest from thousands of chariots and horses. The imperial flag opened the way, suddenly moving and stopping, 30 miles from the capital and passing the west gate.

People in the army stop, and no one will move until they are under their hooves. They may trample on those moths. The gorgeous hairpin fell to the ground, and no one picked it up. A golden finch with green wings scratched his head.

The emperor couldn't save her, so he had to cover his face. Later, when he turned to look, there was blood and tears. Hidden in the yellow dust from the cold wind, they crossed a cloud line at the crack of the steeple path.

Under Emei Mountain. The last few came, and the flags and banners lost their colors in the fading sun. But the water in Shu is always green and the mountains are always blue, so your majesty's love is constant and deeper than the sky.

He gazed at the desolate moon from his temporary palace. It rained at night and the bell sounded heartbreaking. On the same day, in last contact, the train was heading home. At this time, I hesitated to go.

The memory and pain are buried in the soil of Maweipo. Where is her white face? . Rulers and lords, when their eyes met, cried on their coats. They rode horses, loosened the reins and slowly returned to the capital.

Pond, garden, palace, everything is the same as before, Taiye Lake hibiscus, Weiyang Palace willow. But the petals are like her face, and the willow leaves are like her eyebrows. Whenever he looks at them, what can he do but cry? .

Peach and plum trees are in bloom. In the spring wind, after the autumn rain, the leaves fall to the ground. The palaces in the west and south are scattered with evening grass, and the steps are piled with red leaves that are not swept.

Bai Fuxin, a disciple of Li Yuan, and eunuchs in her pepper yard. . Fireflies were flying on the throne, and he was meditating in the twilight. , he will extend the wick to its end and still never fall asleep. ..

Bells and drums will slowly ring the long night, and before dawn, the Milky Way in the sky will become clear. And the porcelain mandarin ducks on the roof grow thick morning frost, and the jade is cold, so who and who * * *.

The distance between life and death is year after year, but no beloved soul has visited his dream. There lived a Taoist priest in Lingqiong. He was a guest in the sky and could summon the gods through his concentration.

People were moved by the emperor's constant meditation, and they begged the Taoist priest to see if he could find her. He opened a path in space, like lightning, cut through the sky, up and down, looking for it everywhere.

Above, he looked for the green void, below, the yellow spring, but he didn't find the one he was looking for in two places. Then he heard a story about a magical island at sea, which is part of the invisible world.

There are pavilions in the five-color sky, and exquisite immortals walk back and forth. And one of them, they call it forever true, has a face like her snow and flowers.

Jin Que knocked on the jade fan in the west wing and asked a young girl named Baoyu, telling her both. This lady, after hearing the news of Emperor China's envoy, woke up from her dream in her canopy.

She pushed open the pillow, got dressed, shook off her drowsiness, opened the pearly curtain, and then opened the silver screen. Ji Yun is half asleep, and her flowered hat is loose when she walks along the balcony.

A breeze blew her cloak and fluttered with her movements, as if she were dancing with a rainbow skirt and feather coat. Tears rolled down her sad and pale face, just like the spring rain on pear flowers.

But when she asked him to thank her monarch, her eyes shone with love. Since they separated, her form and voice were unfamiliar to her. Because happiness ends in the courtyard of the sun, the moon and dawn become long in the palace of Xianshan.

But when she turned to look down at the earth and tried to see the capital, there was only fog and dust. So she took out the keepsake he gave, and gave him a shell box and a gold hairpin through his messenger.

However, one branch of the hairpin and one side of the box were kept, and the gold of the hairpin and the shell of the box were broken. "Our souls belong to each other," she said, "just like this gold and this shell." Somewhere, at some time, on earth or in heaven, we will be together.

She sent him a message through his messenger, reminding him that only the hearts of the two of them knew the oath. On the seventh day of July, in the Palace of Eternal Life, we secretly told each other in the quiet midnight world.

We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one, grow on the earth, two branches of a tree ... the earth lasts forever, and the sky lasts forever; One day both will end, and this endless sadness will last forever.

One hundred and thirty poems of Ghost Temple.

Yuanhe nine years autumn, the first season of August. I visited Wuzhen Temple in Wang Shunshan.

Four or five miles up the mountain, smell the water first. Since then, I have been involved in Lanxi Bay.

Holding a bamboo stick, stepping on Baishitan. Gradually strange eyes and ears, ignorant of the world.

Looking at the mountain from the foot of the mountain, it is impossible to climb it at first. Who knows that there is a road, and the plate breaks through the top of the rock.

Take a breath under the pole, and then rest by the stone niche. The niche is more than a foot long, and the door is not closed.

I can't see anyone with my head down, and my hair hangs like a dragonfly. Surprised the white bat, flying like snow.

Looking back at the temple gate, Zhu Xuan was sandwiched between cliffs. For example, break the mountainside and put a temple inside.

There is no flat land, and the land is narrow and empty. Rooms and halls compete with peaks and valleys.

There is not a pinch of soil in the rock, and the tree is thin and strong. The roots are long, and the insects and snakes are flat.

Songgui has no business, and the four seasons are prosperous. The branches are blowing clearly, and the rhyme is like a chord in the wind.

The sun and the moon are opaque, and the shade intersects. A bird makes a sound and smells like a cicada.

When you rest in the guest pavilion for the first time, you will be restless. A moment later, Wan Li suddenly realized.

The rainbow is dancing on the eaves and spinning around the clouds. Red sun and white rain, through thick and thin.

In the wild green bushes, the eyes swallow Qin Yuan. Weishui is invisible, and the Han tomb is smaller than boxing.

However, no matter what the road is, I miss Zhu Lan. People on the mountain seem to be far away.

In front of many pagodas, the wind is ringing in all directions. Luan and Hu are really great.

Kaya Buddha in Yunxi, sitting here in Nirvana. So far, the iron bowl is still there, and the words are worn out.

The Jade Elephant Hall opens in the west, and Bai Fosen is on a par. Shake off the dust clothes and worship the ice and snow.

Frost is a cassock, hail is a flower. Ghost work is hard to see, and its traces are engraved.

The second time I went to Kannonji, I didn't smell sandalwood. Take off your shoes on the steps and collect your feet for a clean feast.

Six rows of jade mirrors and four gilded cymbals. Night is bright, don't wait for the lights to burn.

Many treasures are low and proud, and Bibei coral is a flag. The wind is like a happy day, touching the mountains and mountains.

White beads with dew, red beads with blood. Decorate the Buddha's bun and make it a crown of seven treasures.

Double bottles of white glass if the color is cold. Looking at the relic through the bottle, it turns like an elixir.

What is Yu Di? Heaven gave a garden. Blowing like the voice of an autumn crane can make people feel depressed.

It's autumn now, and March and May are full. Tang Bao has three doors open, and the golden elf is in front.

The moonlight shines brightly, and the crystal light is brilliant. According to Lengxin, I don't want to sleep at night.

Xiaoxun Nanta Road, chaotic bamboo low Chan Juan. You didn't meet anyone in the forest, and cold butterflies flew around.

I don't know the name of mangosteen. Enough to satisfy hunger, sweet and sour.

Daonan blue valley god, purple umbrella white paper money. At the age of 20, in case of flood and drought, the imperial edict sent to repair apple flies.

Because the ground is clean, there is no meat or drink. The dangerous stones were stacked four or five times, and the thunder was embarrassed.

What does the creator mean? It is piled on the east side of the rock. It's cold and slippery, and the moss is like flowers.

I'll be up there. I'll be in danger. I'm dizzy, my hands and feet are off, and I dare not look down.

The wind came from the bottom of the stone, and the thin man slapped it. Clothes are like feathers, and you want to fly when you start business.

The three peaks are in danger, and the sword on the peak remains. Often after the white clouds pass, the sky will definitely open.

At sunset in the northwest, the sunset glow is red. Thousands of miles away from the screen, walk down the cinnabar pill.

The southeast moon is in the sky and the night is long. At the bottom of the pool, there is a gold plate written on it.

Blue water gurgles day and night. Week goes around the mountain and looks like a green ring.

Or paved for slow flow, or excited for running. In the deepest part of the city, Long Xianxiang emerges.

Hanging sideways is particularly dangerous. Munro stepped on a beech tree and drank the ape under it.

Snow blooming egrets, brocade jumping startled red herring. Take a rest, wash your mouth and get rid of your troubles.

Shallow and deep are penetrating and can illuminate the brain and liver. But love is at the bottom and I want to find the source.

East Cliff rocks abound, full of rare treasures. Warmth comes from the outside, in the meantime, embarrassment.

Bian He has been dead for a long time, and Liangyu has given up more donations. Sometimes it shines, and the night is connected with the stars and the moon.

The highest peak in the middle, leaning on the sapphire pole. I can't climb.

There is a white lotus pond on the ground with clear blue flowers. It is not famous, and that place is not where people live.

There is also a stone as big as a square brick. It was inserted in half, and Wan Ren hung under it.

Cloud has a former teacher, sitting without Zen. The number is the centering stone, which is passed down from generation to generation by elders.

However, I went to the shrine and there were many weeds. Yesterday, I heard that Wang's son, Yu, was promoted to metaphysics.

Its western medicine platform is still in Zhi Zhu. I heard Huang's voice on a moonlit night.

Looking back at the painting dragon hall, I found two ancient temples. When you want to listen to Buddhism, you are willing to seal the altar.

Return to the spring cave and become a dragon. There are caves in front of the steps, and white smoke comes from the rain.

Monks who write scriptures are quiet and focused. Pigeons fly thousands of times.

Add water to the inkstone to suck the bottom spring of the rock. Three times a day, the season is not long.

After becoming a monk, his disciple's name was Yang Nan. Carrying this lotus, tens of billions.

A rotten mouth is not rotten, and the root of the tongue is like a red lotus. The skull is missing today, but Shi Xin is still there.

There are Wu paintings on the powder wall, and the brush color is still fresh. There are Chu books on the plain screen, and the ink color is as new as dry.

Spiritual realm and different traces are all around. Five-day tour, want to go back, but still linger.

I am a native of this mountain, and I was mistaken for the time network. Lead the study, push and pull the official.

Not only in the literature department, but also giving advice to employees. Stupid and inappropriate, and it's no use being a vegetarian.

With this, I feel ashamed and often unhappy. Nothing, nothing, nothing old.

Today, when I came out of the hairpin group, I began to worry. And for landscape tours, it is intensive.

Yemi broke free and walked freely. When will the pond fish be returned when it is put into the sea?

Wearing layman's clothes and holding the South China Chapter. Finally, I came to live in this mountain, always thanking the middle edge of this area.

I'm over forty now, and I've been idle all my life. If it takes 70 issues, it will still take 30 years.

Pipa player's song

In the tenth year of Yuanhe, Yu moved to Sima, Jiujiang County. Next autumn, I will send a guest to Pukou, and I will hear those pipa players in the middle of the night. Listen to its voice, there is the voice of Kyoto. Ask the man, Ben Chang 'an advocates women and learns to bathe grass. Old age is fading, and I am committed to being a wife. So he ordered the winemaker to play a few pieces quickly. I feel sorry for myself, but I have told myself what I was happy about when I was young. Now I am wandering and haggard, and I have been an official in the Jianghu for more than two years. I feel very comfortable, I feel very comfortable, and I feel excited. Because Long song is for them, there are 6 16 words. Life is called pipa xing.

In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn. I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music.

Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon. We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left.

We followed the melody, asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered. We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again.

However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us. ... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings.

Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life. She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit.

She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Six Yao". Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets.

Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.

The ice spring is cold and astringent, as if it can't pass; And notes, fade away. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.

A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk.

The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river. She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite.

Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill. She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians.

Quba once taught good people to yield, and her beauty envied all the leading dancers. How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song.

And the blood color of the skirt was stained by wine, China. Season after season, joy followed, and neither the autumn moon nor the spring breeze attracted her attention.

Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared. There were fewer and fewer cars and horses in front of the door, and finally she married herself to a businessman.

Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago. She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water.

Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears. Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder.

We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.

Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.

What can you hear here in the morning and evening? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.

Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.

Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. I will write a Long song about the guitar ... She was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.

Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.

I want to travel east with 50 rhymes.

In the spring of the third year of Daiwa, after he recovered from his illness, he recalled that he had been to several counties in Zhejiang and wanted to visit the countryside more than once. Therefore, between central Zhejiang and western Zhejiang, everything has been put on the table, and all thoughts are in the eyes, all of which are sung in the article. They can't rest by themselves, and they are full of 500 words. It is also given by Sun Hanggong who wants Tiantai Mountain.

There is nothing in the sea, and there is autumn in the south of the Yangtze River. Everyone is happy, and the landlord is virtuous.

Military horses are still sold in the suburbs, and the city is high enough to force bullfighting. Peace is 700 miles, and Wolang is two or three States.

Sitting on the lake and mountains, it is endless fun, and there is no worry about wind and waves. Eat well to prevent the cable from being untied, and sleep well without wasting traffic.

Spring stones know Tianzhu, and smoke clouds know Tiger Hill. Yu Fang recognized Lanze, but she remembered Pingzhou.

Lotus root was painted with red powder and splashed with oil. The scale is poor, and the fishermen's family is wrong.

The purple cave hides the fairy cave, and the mysterious spring hides the strange pot. The old crane has high spirits and charming colors.

Read the wonders of nature quietly and peep at objects leisurely. Throw the pole out of the eye and the fruit under the macaque.

Bitter lotus seeds are small, but sweet sugarcane is thick. Who is the lotus root cave?

The tide letter moves day by day and changes with the wind. Hand over the fire and wait for the officials to sing.

The Vatican tower is suspicious and the door is floating. Welcome guests to bring wine, monks and other tea.

The small banquet was full of laughter, and the first banquet was elegant and fruitful. Zhu is a little urging the candle torch, and Xu Dong's blue teeth are raised.

Lotus seeds fly round, pomegranates drag on. Painting drums by philosophers, teasing fragrant balls by themselves.

The curtain floats on the threshold, and the curtain shows the moon dew hook. The dance is complicated and the tea is condensed, and the song cuts the eyebrows.

Guan Ning let the string rest, and the cups and plates didn't accept. Be drunk when you are beautiful, and travel well when you are dead.

Silver carp is still thin and silky. A good meal is a daily plan, and a good sleep is a personal plan.

The name is too empty. The official Zhi Zhi has had enough rest. I felt sorry for the crumbs, and everyone laughed.

Everything is superficial and full of regrets. Moths must stay away from candles, but rabbits should not go near them.

Fantasy world dreams of spring, floating on the water. You can't get in when you are in a hurry, and you can't ask for anything when you are drunk.

Wang Zhan, idiot, childless, Lao Deng. Qin Shu is on his knee, and Zhouyi is on the bed.

There is no guest to go to, can you get on the boat? The old gentleman frequently inquired and advised me to stay less and longer.

The clouds and rain are gone, and the mountains are difficult to repair. Say goodbye to Jiang Yue and see you at seven o'clock.

I miss the old. Turn around with your heart hanging, and plan ahead.

The inn is decorated with bluebirds, and the official slot is purple. The mirror lake period is far-reaching, and Yu points to find ghosts.

Sweep the poem wall in advance and open the watchtower first. Drink and miss your loved ones, stay and remember.

Visit Tianmu Mountain in a Dream

Tang Libai

A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible.

However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths.

On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China.

The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.

My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight.

The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe.

Xie 'an is still there, with a loud voice and rippling blue waves.

I wore Xie's earliest spiked shoes and climbed the Qingyun ladder.

Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space.

Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended.

Bears, dragons and storms on mountains and rivers disturb forests and shake mountains.

Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog.

God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven.

An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace.

Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one.

With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows.

I move, my soul flies, and I wake up with a long sigh.

My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.

This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water.

When will you return it when you leave, but let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer and ride to you when I need you, the great mountain.

Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face.