Fang Zhongyong, a native of Jinxi, is cultivated in the world. Zhong Yongsheng lived for five years and didn't understand books and tools. Suddenly he cried for it. The father, on the other hand, borrowed from the side and approached it, that is, four sentences of books and poems, which were named after themselves. His poems were written for adoptive parents and families and passed down to a scholar in a township. Nature refers to things as poetry, and its arts and sciences are considerable. People in the city are very surprised. They are a little nicer to their father or beg with coins. My father's interest is natural, and he will always pay tribute to the city people and let him be ignorant.
I've been listening for a long time. In Ming Dow, it has been twelve or thirteen years since our ancestors went home and saw them at my uncle's house. To write a poem, you can't call it the smell of the past. Seven years later, I returned to my uncle's house from Yangzhou and asked him, "I lost everyone."
The prince said: Zhong Yong's understanding is also an act of God. It is also blessed, far more virtuous than talents. If a chess piece is owned by everyone, it will not be influenced by others. He is a man who receives heaven, so he is a saint, and he who does not receive heaven is for all; Today's husband is not subject to heaven, and he is not subject to heaven, only for everyone.
Shanshi (Qing) Pu Songling
Surrounding the mountain is one of the eight scenic spots in this city. But we haven't seen each other for years. Yu Nian, the grandson, and his fans were drinking upstairs when they suddenly saw a lonely tower on the top of the mountain, towering high in the sky. I am puzzled by each other, but there is no such monastery recently. Nothing. I didn't know it was a mountain city until I saw dozens of palaces and blue tiles flying. A few days later, the high wall was towering for six or seven miles, which was really a battleground for military strategists. Hundreds of millions of people own a building, a hall and a square. Suddenly, the wind is blowing, the dust is boundless, and the city is just blurred. The wind is clear and everything is gone; There is only one dangerous building that leads directly to loneliness. There are five buildings with wide windows; There is a queue at five o'clock, also outside the building. Layer by layer index, the higher the building, the less bright it is; Several to eight layers, cut into stars; On top of it, it is dark and ethereal, and there are countless levels. And the people upstairs come and go, or rely on or rely on, not the same. Over time, the building is getting lower and lower, revealing the top; Gradually return to normal buildings; Gradually like a towering house, suddenly like a fist like a bean, so invisible. I also heard that there were early walkers who saw the crowded shops on the mountain, which was unparalleled in the world, so it was also called the "ghost market" cloud.