400 floors down, three thousands of feet fly. Who participated in the painting? Half of them are oblique. The autumn moon soaks into a bay, and the rafters are resting on the generals. Weishan Lake is like a mirror, reflecting the Jiangnan Jiangbei Mountain.
Wan Li flows outside the door, and the family area is like a boat. The throughput of the mountain light lake made a thick cloud hold the ferry. Listen to the number of rooms in Zhongshan, Xie Zilai must build a small building first. Fayuan Shikai is a neighbor, and rice and porridge are ringing at night. At this time, the house was bound with ink, and I remembered the poems I used to travel. Going to the temple to see flowers in spring is like turning a candle for forty-five years. Coming out of the first palace, the old poet Fu Weng, the distinguished guest, actually came to Gu Jie. The banquet burns candles and shines red makeup, and the rhyme pot respects the old wishes. I'm in love with you. Thank you for not ordering the same year's record. Pointing to the neighbor Haitang, remember to look at the red tendons and the green temples. I wish I could not leave the Spring Festival couplets, but how many couplets continue to form an axis. When the wind blows, the catkins fall again. Who will look for the tea and cigarettes on the meditation couch? Yesterday, like Xie Zi, I was full of money and flowers. Lu Xiang Gong Fang also lives here, on the third day of Guimao Spring. My poem invited me to my previous dream. I took a basket under the flowers in Zhai Qing. Haitang proved his promise in his poems and seemed to have a deep talk with the old League. Time knocks on the fire for another century, and the ambassador of Zhuo Tang is in southern Chu. Yan language congratulates the flowers and believes in divination, and the warbler rejoices for the bell. Flowers are Buddha bells, and the fragrance of flowers enters the curtain. My titles are heavily pasted on the eaves and lintels, and my poems are widely used as references for Zen Buddhism. On the crescent moon at the west end of the street, it is raining in the west. I plan to be more fragrant when I spend it, and wear spring clothes.
(Xie Zi: Xie Yong. Money: money. Shi Zhuotang: Shi Jieyu. )