The old county of Yuzhang and the new mansion of Hongdu. The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu. It embraces the three rivers and leads to the five lakes, controls the wild thorns and leads Ouyue.
The mist in Xiongzhou is full of stars. The Taihuang rests at the intersection of Yi and Xia, and the guests and hosts enjoy the beauty of the southeast. The commander-in-chief, Yan Gong, looks forward to his elegant appearance, and his halberd is coming from afar; Yu Wen, the fan of Xinzhou, is temporarily stationed with a curtain. During the ten-day vacation, there are many successful friends; I am welcomed from thousands of miles away, and the house is full of distinguished friends. Tengjiaoqi
Feng, Meng Xueshi's ci sect; Zidian Qingshuang, General Wang's arsenal. The master of the family is the butler, and the road is well-known; how can a boy know that he will be rewarded with victory? The time is September, and the order belongs to the third autumn. The water is exhausted and the cold pond is clear, the smoke is condensed and the mountains are purple at dusk. I'm on the road, looking at the scenery in Chong'a. Visit Changzhou, the son of the emperor, and find the old mansion of heaven and man. The mountains are towering with greenery, and the sky rises above them; the flying pavilions flow with elixirs, and there is no ground below. Heting and Fuzhu are the hauntings of poor islands
Back; Guidianlan Palace is the shape of hills and mountains. Wearing embroidered hats, looking down at the carved beasts, the mountains are wide and the mountains are vast, and the rivers and lakes are so vast that they are horrified. Luyan rushes to the ground, the bells ring and the cauldrons are home; the boat is in the water, and the boat is the green bird and yellow dragon. The clouds are gone and the rain is clear, and the color is bright. The setting clouds and the solitary owl fly together, the autumn water is the same color as the sky. The fishing boat sings late, and the sound is heard on the shore of Pengli. The wild geese are frightened by the cold, and the sound is broken by the Hengyang Pu. The lapel is smooth in the distance, and the joy is flying. The cool breeze blows and the cool breeze blows, the slender song condenses and the white clouds stop. The green bamboos in Suiyuan are like a bottle in Pengze; the Zhuhua in Yeshui is shining in the river.
Four beautiful things, two are difficult to combine. I can only watch the sky in the middle of the sky, and I can enjoy traveling in my spare time. The sky and the earth are vastly different, and I feel the infinity of the universe. When joy and sorrow come, I realize that there are countless ups and downs. I hope that Chang'an will be safe under the sun, and Wu will be in the clouds. The terrain is extreme but the southern sky is deep, the sky pillar is high and the northern star is far away. It is difficult to cross the mountains.
Whoever has lost his way is sad; meeting by chance is like a guest from a foreign land. When Emperor Huai disappeared, how old was the Xuan Dynasty? Alas! The fortunes are bad and the fate is misfortune. Feng Tang Yi Lao, Li Guang difficult to seal. Qu Jiayi in Changsha is not without a holy master; when Liang Hong travels to Haiqu, is there no lack of bright time? The master you rely on
The master sees the opportunity and the master knows the destiny. When you are old and strong, you would rather have a gray-headed heart? Be poor and strong, and never fall into the clouds. Drinking from the greedy spring makes you feel refreshed, and you still feel happy when you are in a dry road. Although Beihai is on credit, it can be picked up if it is soaring; the east corner is gone, but it is not too late to mulberry trees. Meng Chang was noble and noble, and he spared no time to serve his country; Ruan Ji was rampant, how could he cry at the end of the road!
Bo, three feet of micro life, a scholar. There is no way to ask for a tassel, waiting for the weak crown of the final army; if you have a heart, you throw a pen, and you admire the emperor's long wind. He gave up his hairpin and wat for hundreds of years, and carried it to him at dawn and dusk for thousands of miles. It is not the treasure tree of the Xie family, but it is the neighbor of the Meng family. He is getting closer to the court day by day, wishing to accompany the carp; now I am holding my arm in my hand, and I am happy to support it at the dragon gate. If Yang Yi doesn't meet,
I caress Ling Yun and feel sorry for myself; when I meet Zhong Qi, why should I be ashamed to play the flowing water? Woohoo! The resort does not last forever, and the grand feast is hard to come back; the Orchid Pavilion is gone, and the ruins of Zizeqiu are gone. The parting words are due to the kindness of Wei Xie; the climb to a high place to compose a poem is the wish of the public. Dare to exhaust your contempt, respectfully sparse and short quotations; every word is full of poems, and all four rhymes are completed: King Teng's high pavilion is near the river, and he wears jade and sings the luan while singing and dancing.
The painted building is flying towards Nanpu clouds, and the bead curtain rolls into the west mountain rain at dusk.
The shadows in Xianyuntan Lake are long, and things change and the stars move several autumns.
Where is the emperor's son in the pavilion now? Outside the threshold, the Yangtze River flows freely.