Appreciation of 72 couplets of Wang Xizhi's running script

The sky is long and the sun is far away, and Mount Tai is heavy, but it is sunny and snowy, and the clouds are light and the smoke is long. Laughing at Gao Liu, the truth is more verve than Gu Song, and there are many traces of strange mountains and strange waters. How long and short the storm is, the universe is surrounded by floating trees, and no flower is expected to visit each other. When can we hold the south of the Yangtze River all the time, even the birds on the sea stay in the trees by the pool, the monks knock on the door in its pine forest by moonlight, and the birds in its crystal stone disturb the stream? When the three or four peaks of the gate compete for grass as the spring path, the water on the old platform is indisputable, the clouds are always concerned, and the fish are in bliss. Lin Mao's birds know that they are full of enthusiasm in life. Heroes come forth in large numbers here, full of romantic feelings, Jin Zun's music has not been diverted, and the water has turned green again. Rivers are happy for the Millennium meeting of Baiyun Square, and there is always a spring storm to stimulate their desire. The music is not clear, and the wind will shine. The origin of a century-old heart is called independence. Why not be as sincere as Wan Li? It rises in a glass of Leng Yun and white clouds under the water. Lin asked the fallen leaves and yellow leaves, and people were right. Everyone knows it's a treat. There is only one thought in the air, only love the end of the mountain, and Jiangren wants to get drunk. In other words, it is a non-sword wine. Wan Li, a tall building, is full of color, and the jade pillow is double-hairpin. The beaded curtain is a hundred feet away, and the trees are full of cars and books. Outside the building, the spring is bright, the birds are singing and the clouds are frozen, and there are still solitary stones. The moonlight is mostly on the small bridge, and Kyushu is always idle. Thousands of miles and hundreds of waterfalls are the same in autumn. Wu Yunxi has been quiet for three years, but Qian Shan Road is gone. Sichuan is far from the autumn moon among the thousands of horses he can hold with his naked dagger. The night view of Hanshan Mountain is full of empty clouds, while the spring scenery in March is full of wine. The branches and clouds are full of water for thousands of years, and the grass-colored people and the ladder ridge are hundreds of miles long. Since God has given talents, let them be used! Spring City 370 Bridge, like a place, people's hearts are always uneven, but there should be a dream without water and clouds. The cool, loving and romantic moon is a unique word. Remember that ordinary ambition is a place where the dust is unbearable and the red leaves are covered with moss. Remember the sleepless things when the wind and rain are gloomy, sing the sadness out of nothing, the sun enters the giant's carved palm, and it depends on whether the bright moon around Fengchi is cold or not. Rain and breeze across the curtain, will ask who Xiaoxiang Mingyue is. What's more, Chengjiang sells tourists, clouds cover mountains, the scenery is still beautiful, and the road sounds far away. Clouds outside the window lead to early scenes. Before praising poetry and wine clusters, the sages also knew the beauty of Luo Jing. At first, I believed that there was an immortal Wan Li who only took a solitary sword. A good man travels in a famous mountain and a pot of wine all his life. Outside the window, there is a bright moon in first frost, full of clouds, and the North Pavilion is overcast. The moon in Nanxuan is even more leaky, and a storm is blowing, and the sunset in the distance scares the geese. Rain breaks the sky, cicadas don't teach the sun and the moon to catch themselves. In the middle of the night, the mountains and rivers are the mainstay, and the moon shines on the flat sand. Wan Li is empty and human. The expression in the eyes is quite silent, occupying the autumn moon. At the beginning of the month, the flowers in Qujiang, Yue Yun, who had lived together for ten years, were half open and the wind was warm. You can't buy a water sword in Ruoyexi. I