Notes for an Absent ecluse Sun Ge's Poem of Visiting a Sheep and Respecting Teachers;
When I asked your students under a pine tree, "my teacher," he replied, "went to pick herbs." However, through these clouds, how can I know which corner of the mountain it is facing? .
Swordsman/narrative sword;
After ten years' hard work, I have grinded out a sword. The edge of the sword flashes in cold light, but I haven't tried its sharpness. Now take it out and show it to you. Whoever is wronged may as well tell me the truth.
Li Ning's Seclusion;
Living leisurely here, few neighbors come, and the overgrown path leads to the wilderness. Birds are freely perched in the trees by the pool, and monks are knocking at the door. Walking across this bridge, you can see the charming scenery of Ye Yuan, and the feet of clouds seem to be moving on the floating rocks. I will leave here for a while, but I will come back and retire with my friends on the appointed date.
After the poem:
I pondered these two poems for three years and began to read two lines of tears when I first read them. If I don't appreciate these two poems, I have to go back to my hometown where I used to live and sleep soundly in the rustling autumn wind.
Recalling the history of the river:
When Fujian set sail, Toad lost his last contact. Autumn wind gives birth to Wei water, and leaves are all over Chang 'an. There was a party here in the evening, when it was thunderstorm and freezing. Lan Raoshu did not return, and the news was in the clouds.
Twilight in the mountain village:
Cold sounds can be heard miles away. People in the mountains live in scattered places and there are no neighbors nearby. Birds are twittering in the wilderness, and the faint sunset scares passers-by. A crescent moon did not take away the long night, and the flame on the border did not cross the Sanqin. Outside the depression, fireworks are getting closer and closer.
Sushan Temple:
The towering mountain peak is cold, and a Buddhist temple stands on the top of the mountain. The trees missed the stars, and the moon hurried forward in the clouds. The mountains are high and rare, and the pine forest stands out from the crowd. An 80-year-old monk has never heard of what happened in the world.
Send Zou Mingfu to visit Lingwu;
You used to be the county magistrate of West Guinea. After three years, the horse is not fat. In order to repay the high debt, we have to sell swords, but when we return home, there is only culture everywhere. Nowadays, I have braved the border snow to go to the north, and my clothes are thin, so it is difficult to keep warm from the wind. Living in a corner of Lingzhou, I can hear the bugle every morning, and there are no guests coming and going at ordinary times.