The blue sky echoes, and the longer the worm is, the shorter it is. Jiangcun stone pillow is cold, and a spring dream is broken. Riding in the Ming Dynasty came back, and it was warm when the sun was late.
Jin Ao carries shine on you, and there is a feast of God's Dragon Defence. At midnight, the river pushes the moon, and the waves are like snow in front of the temple.
White clouds are idle on the Baiyun Pavilion, and the clouds are full of dangerous snow. Snow is like white clouds, I don't know where I am.
Suddenly I saw the king in the cloud, living in Bai Yunxiang. Raise your hand to make a bamboo cloud and recruit me to climb the cloud road.
White clouds grow everywhere without seeds, and sometimes it comes out as rain and dew. The old monk looked at the clouds wistfully and came and went in front of the temple.
Teeth and shoes are short of money, and the wind blows the blue sky. Before the dust falls, bring Baoxin home.
The sky is full of rocks and willows, and the frost is full of deer. There are clouds and water between the lines, and I don't know nature.
Yujiang washed out the blue sky and made a white jade feast. As soon as the bullfighting beads on the tail basket were put on, even the lights fell in front of me.
Can't you see the white clouds are still there? Come and go, who can stay? Let him go to the place where the moonlight is bright. When he comes, the road will be cut off if it is too cold. When the rain clears up, it will be a little green. How different Taoist priests are, this heart knows how to swim.