Xu Lai, the waves are quiet. Give wine (zhǔ) guests, recite moon poems and sing graceful chapters. Small (sh ǒ o) swallow, the moon rises in Dongshan, wandering among cattle. Milky white fog across the river, clear water. Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross the boundless river. The vastness is like a virtual wind, and I don't know where it ends; Floating like an independent world, feathering into a fairy. So I had a good time drinking and sang with my boat. The song says, "Gui Gui (zh? Blow the blue oar, strike the sky and catch the light. I am pregnant, and I hope that beauty is on one side. " The piper leans on the song and makes peace (hè). Its voice is whining, like resentment, like crying, like resentment, and the reverberation is lingering (ni m: o). Dancing in the valley, crying in the lonely boat. Su Zibi (Qi M 6533 guest said: "There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south." Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking at Xiakou in the west and Wuchang in the east. Miao Shanchuan (liáo) is gloomy and dusty. Isn't this Meng Zhizhi who is trapped? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou, went down to Jiangling, and went downstream to the east, all the way (zhú) and all the way (lú). Jīng (j Ι ng) has an empty flag, Qi (sh Ι) drinks near the river, and Heng (Shuoī Ι) poems are also heroes in the world. My son Yu Qiao and I are in Zhu Jiang. We are friends of fish, shrimp and elk (mí). Sending Mayflies (fú) and Mayflies (yóu) to the ground is a drop in the ocean. Mourn for a moment of my life (yú) and envy the infinity of the Yangtze River. Take the flying fairy to travel, hold the bright moon, and end. Knowing that it is impossible to get it suddenly, I hate it. "Perilla said," do you know her husband's water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has never been there; If the person is full, he will never rise or fall (zh m: ng). Gai must view it from its changers, then heaven and earth can't be in an instant; If we look at it from its unchanging point of view, then things are infinite to me, but why envy them? Besides, between heaven and earth, everything has its own owner, not mine, so I will take it for nothing. However, the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains are empty to the ear and beautiful when they meet. They are inexhaustible, inexhaustible treasures of the creator, and my son and I are very suitable. "The guests are happy, gēng washes the lamps (zh m 6 bowls and chopsticks (yao)), and the cups and plates are messy (jí). Sleeping on the boat, I don't know if the east is white.