Sleepwalking in Tianmu, farewell to Li Bai (Tang), sea can be (should be) weeks, water and fog cover can not be close. But the Yue people talk about Mount Tianmu (M incarnation), and the clouds are light or visible. On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China. The rooftop (tāi) is eighteen thousand feet (one is "forty-eight thousand feet"), and at this point, it begins to turn to the southeast. My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight. The moon lit up my shadow and took me to Xianghe. Xie Gongshu is still here today, with clear water rippling and apes singing. ZhóXie started work (JΙ) and climbed a blue ladder. Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended. Yin Yin (yǐn), a bear cannon dragon, surprised Lin Zhentian. Clouds and dark rain (the rest) are full of water and smoke. God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. The cave is full of stone leaves with an opening in the middle. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace. Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one. Luan came back in rows, just like Matian, lined with fairies. I move, the daylights out of me, suddenly startled and long (Ji). Pillow when you feel (jué), I am in the lost cloud. This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water. So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer. You must travel and ride a bike to visit famous mountains. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face.
"November 4 th Fengyun" Lu You in the Southern Song Dynasty: Sleeping in a lonely village does not mourn for yourself, but still thinks about defending the country. The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.