Nine factions will meet Junshan, and just now they shook their chests at Han Mian. The straight river is rolling, the stars are sinking, the tide is shooting at Qiantang and rushing into the sea. Wash your eyes wide and boundless. I saw the temple called partridge, with flowers scattered and parrots and grass around it; I saw that the peak belonged to Hongyan, and the wise birds were surprised. The lake was full of mandarin ducks and the birds were flapping their wings. Just dyed green smoke and crimson green trees. The water is vast and open, and there are many fantastic illusions, some light and some thick, paving the way for painting. How do you know he's Wu Hao the Fog Lock? How do you know he's the Snow Rudder? How do you know he is a bird boat in Yizhou and a fishing boat in Peng Li? Bamboo hats are on the top of the head, and the giant boat floats south. That day, I sighed, Shanxi merchants were guilty, Zhang Yi cheated, Wang Huai was dark, Song Yu was sad, and Jia Sheng was too angry. Up to now, Hong Tao, who has broken 800 miles of turbid waves, thinks so.
Finally, I listened to the emperor's music. I asked Ling Lun to cut the pipe and Rong Ape to ring the bell. Whispering with the competition, singing dragons in the pool, smelling the roar in the hole, and sitting in the heart. It's different when the roots of the ears are taken out. Listen to this fairy fishing tree, singing in the peach forest, Chu Ke's flute, worrying about reed leaves; Yueyang audition
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