Enter, look at the stone mirror through Songmen, remember thanks, and write Li Bai's poems and books.
Mr. Xie Xie Lingyun once went boating in Poyang Lake and swam in the mountains. I just looked up from there at the stone mirror on the mountain and the water flowing to the end. To be elegant, you can't be pure. The advice of our predecessors, Chao, where can we seek truth? The situation belongs to Pan America, but there is no continent. Water flows east and the Yangtze River flows south. Empty mountains and rivers, round Wan Li. The bright moon in the sky is hidden in the green osmanthus trees, and the melancholy apes pass through the green maple forest. The river may pick up green snot, but can the secret of refining elixir be found? I want to learn from immortals, and I want to have a heart-to-heart relationship with immortals.
Peng Lihu returned to Bai Juyi late.
It's getting late in Lipeng Lake, the peach blossoms are moist and the spring is full. Birds fly a thousand white spots, but the sun is not half red. There is no need to move guests. If you don't have a job, you are sick. But when it comes to this hope, few people are not worried.
Wang Anshi and Peng Lihu
There is no land in the vast Peng Li, and the white waves and spring breeze moisten the sky. Things go to the boat, chitose old dumpling play. Young people come from the south of the city, and the water is surging like a mountain. The ship is sailing. The middle stream winds to see the end of the ridge, and the viewer is afraid of falling. Wear Longshan Road today and live in front of the temple to sell wine. An old man can learn to fly, but he wants to abandon the rivers and lakes by buying fields.