Teng Shi Teng Ting Linjiang Bamboo, singing and dancing with Pei; Draw a building facing Nanpu cloud, and the bead curtain rolls up the rain in the western hills at dusk; The shadow of the idle cloud pool is long, and things change for stars and move several degrees in autumn; Where is the emperor in the pavilion today? The Yangtze River flows freely outside the sill! The sacred spring banquet is covered with stone pedals and listed as a spring. The sky is blue and the mountains are smoky, and the pine sounds are wild. Shadows float outside the leaves, but before the fragrance falls. In Xingcha Tang Lin, it's getting late, and the heavy rocks raise the evening smoke. Seeking Taoism is Chang Li's viewpoint, and he lives in the same place as Zhang Tianshi. Cheese is divided into two parts, and the scale is booming. The green altar clears the laurel sill, and the Dan cave loosens its pivot. Three mountains in Yuji, five mountains in a golden box. You can't get it, but you can't get it. In the morning, the mountain flowers are blooming, and there is no dust on the slate road. The white horse went to Gaotan, and Qingniu was really angry. The heavy door is near the giant valley, and the building wants to worship it. In other words, the promotion of this policy today is not to abandon it. You can visit the fragrant pavilion of Panyu Sanjue Temple and carve the platform to control the purple cen. Ye Qishan has a dense diameter and deep flowers. Luobo lives in the shadow of Zen, and Songmen listens to Sanskrit. I am eager to accompany you, and I am tired of it. Don't Xue Hua; Don't let Xue sublimate in autumn, send away many poor roads, and ask for testimonies alone. On the way of thousands of miles of frustration, lonely cold will destroy life, but a hundred years of body. Thoughts are wandering and life is short. Go or stay, it will be another person in the dream. Farewell to Xue Hua (Farewell to Xue Shenghua) The bright moon sinks in Zhupu and the phoenix floats in Jinchuan. The balcony is near the shore and the continent is long. Wandering thousands of miles, living for a hundred years. Tears are the only way, I am alone in the distance. The horse is looking forward to a hundred years later, and the trip to Wan Li is tiring. Find the way high and low, and listen to the sound of the spring. Only the leaves of the stream can be separated, but the flowers of the mountain can't tell the names. Where is the heart, the wind is sharp and the ape is clear. It is not hateful to send Lu Zhushu to the poor road, but to stand on one's own feet. Years in the city, the sound of the piano is sparse. Incomplete thoracotomy, many violations. Dongyan is rich in pine and bamboo. Fortunately, it returned to that year. Through the wall of Sanqin, through a fog, I bid farewell to Du and went to Shu to take up my post. We said goodbye sadly, and our two officials went in opposite directions. After all, the world is just a small place. Why are you wandering at the fork in the road? The child is holding a towel. The Eight Immortals crossed the sea, and Yan Song swam the Nine Immortals. Help Luo peep at the fog, climb the forest and lean on the clouds. Lu 'an, representing the north, arrived, and cranes in western Liaoning rode around. Finally, I hope to get rid of the dust net and know the sky with my wings. Zheng smoked a cigarette in the morning and rested at night. The evening breeze is clear and the valley is near, and the new moon shines in Wan Cheng. The firewood in the suburbs sings back, and the golden fishing song returns. I didn't meet the guests, and because of this, I eased my sadness. In spring, I look at the mountains and rivers outside, the beginning of a sunny day, and the scenery is new. There are flowers and willows in the fragrant suburbs, but no Yichun. Two nights in the spring garden and one garden in the spring. Still drunk for a thousand days, * * * for a hundred years.

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