Tang Yinshu's Zi Shu Ci Juan, a paper book and a running script, is 23.3cm in length and 551.3cm in width. Collected by the Palace Museum in Beijing. Interpretation of Zi Shu Ci Volume: Ji Xian Bin. The painting pavilion in the red chamber is ethereal, and the jade man plays the flute on the moon. A tune of Liangzhou sound curled up, and how much I am sad at this moment. Qingluan believes in it, and the soul dreams of breaking ten continents and three islands. Spring is old, and I see the tung flowers sweeping all over the ground. The sky is fine and the sky is clear, and the wind and rain are clear. Wan Hu-chun was worried about alcohol and was ill, but refused to let people wake up. Residual flowers make shadows, and tomorrow will be full of green apricots. The gold is cold, and the tears on the sleeves are stained with red powder. Jade bone, the ice muscle, is fragrant and charming, and the lotus flower is deep in the pavilion pool. Jasper languishes, who leans against it, and fails to live up to the cool wind like water. Time twirls, and it is early to break the melon age. In the mirror, I'm afraid Cui Hui is haggard. It's drizzling in the yard in spring, and what's the news of apricot blossoms? It is reported that Dongjun went overnight, and he must ask for a circle to stay with him. When the golden cup is full, why don't you read the beauty of Haruki? You see, there are no cattle and sheep in the green field.
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