The sun is in the south of the Lingling.
The moon is full in the snowy region.
The wind is blowing.
Plum fragrance on the moon Xuan.
Ride less in the dust.
Bend the bow and shoot the bearded ape.
Whip a thousand miles wide.
A deep line of heaven.
Zhuoer Canglan, Fang Fei in the meantime. Zhuji is silent, meaning to be idle?Today's business is not finished, and the temples are autumn first. "Leaning on the dangerous building, the wind is fine, looking at the extreme spring sorrow, and the sky is gloomy. In the afterglow of the grass-colored smoke, there is no one who will rely on his will. I plan to get drunk with the madness, and I sing about the wine, and the strong music is tasteless. The belt gradually widened and did not regret it, and it made people haggard for Yi. "Life is fortunate, is to go to the top of the tall building alone, looking at the end of the world, and the sunset at this time has shown its most beautiful body in the day, hanging high, glamorous and unbridled, with the world and the world, with the mountains and rivers, with the snow together, with the eagle to fly, with the chapter, nature is one!The sunset of the building is still shining, the geese are gone without a trace, the afterglow of the mountains and rivers will be hidden, the clouds and smoke come out of the birds and return to roost, the weather is gradually cold and dusk, and the peaks and peaks are undulating and fluttering. The secluded path is deep in the forest, walking here, stepping on the steps, the high platform is far away, and the ten thousand rays of sunset and the heavy sunset are actually going to the twilight and distant ...... together in such lingering compassion
Ask what is the situation in the world, and the direct teaching promises life and death?There are double flyers in the south and the north, and the old wings have been cold and hot several times. Happy and fun, parting bitter, there are even more crazy children. You should have words, thousands of miles of stratus clouds, thousands of mountains and twilight snow, only the shadow to whom. "All living beings, rushing to the world, streamers passing by, year after year. Decades of drunken life and dreams of the dead, but experience human affection and suffering, human affection is tender, bitter and poignant, not seen the morning clouds and twilight rain, but regret Xishan Nanpu. The book is full of ancient and modern historical events, several times the cold window is hard to read, a spring sorrow who spends it, and Mo Dao ecstasy. The days and months go by, the books are narcissistic and self-moaning, how many days and nights, in this moment of black and white alternation, always give me infinite reverie and stumbling, speechless, no dwelling, no thinking and even nothing to do... …Calmly pass by with the sun and the moon, and no longer obsessively parallel with the spring and autumn, "The wind and dust are exhausted, and the flowers are exhausted, and the day and day are tired of combing the hair." Things are people, not everything...."At this time, there is no worry or worry, surging like water, and the moon is full in the west building.
The flowers float and the water flows freely. One lovesickness, two sorrows. There is no way to eliminate this situation, so I frowned, but I was in my heart. "All thoughts are gone, and a river of wind and smoke fills the city. Life should be simple in soul and pure in thought, so simple literati like to use monotonous lines to depict the manifestation and transformation of the scenery in front of them...Perhaps, real life is like this landscape, not to choose a promising position between black and white, shade, far and near, and to stay, but to unintentionally appreciate the unique meaning of life and the value of the road displayed in the process of the sun and moon...
Shocked back to the dream of a thousand miles, it has been three watches. Get up and walk around the stairs alone. People are quiet, and the moon outside the curtain is dim...."Silently returned, the wild paths are dark, and the streets and alleys in the distance are full of traffic, ** such as weaving in a hurry, occasionally smell the distant sound of the servals, that is the song of the mandarin ducks and wings....Perhaps the world of dust is no different from the world, but because people have a self-aggrandizing ambition, selfishness and greed, the world has become narrow, and the birds and sparrows have been different from now onThirty years in Hedong and ten years in Hexi, pavilions and pavilions, but the mirror flowers are in vain, the vast sea of clouds, pure and alone, the winner is self-morality, the deceased is self-lost, the bright moon is at the end of the world, who is the flower?
Back then, thousands of miles were looking for the marquis. Pima Shuliang Prefecture. Where is Guan He's dream, the dust is dark and the old mink Qiu. Hu is not extinguished, and the temples are autumn. Tears flowed. In this life, who expected, the heart is in the Tianshan Mountains, and the body is old in Cangzhou. "Raise your eyes to the world and Miao, life is from the mere district, how to compete with the years for spring, summon the group of cold jealousy, I hope that the scattered mud, the dust fragrance is still the same. Shuttling in the coming and going of people, eating all over the mountains and the north and south, the towering trees are unattainable, but in the end the leaves fall back to the roots, the wind sweeps the remnants, "the poor uncertain riverside bones are still deep boudoir dream people". The ancients have passed away, the future generations will come, the end of the song will be scattered, you can ask about life and death, sit on a small platform of a few feet, the years are geometrically exhausted, the scenery of the half curtain is infinite, and you will be blown away with a sense of worry. Then the poem said: Zixi reflects the view of heaven and earth, half-asleep and half-awake people are like immortals, a song of dream-frightening birds in the secluded ravine, and the moon shines on the south of Lingnan through the blue lake.