The mountains are empty and the autumn night is quiet, and the moon is bright and cool. Walking by the stream in the moonlight, the shadow of the stream shakes the sky. Shan Weng is a language of water, and I will taste it when it matures.
Wan Yi waded into the stream and smiled at the bamboo house. Arrive late with an open mind, and you can't even cook. Lu Hua Ming orange pomelo, pick up the ice tray to incense.
Wash the lamp and enjoy it, and the strong songs will enter the boundless sky. Drunk on a rock, words are forgotten.
Spend the night at Wuxiang Temple.
Lying in the spring night without a license, the moon shines on five streams of flowers. Wash your eyes with water, and the clouds look at Jiuhua.
Rock head golden Buddha country, tree rafters and fallen immortals home. Just like smelling a crane, the sky fell crimson.
Drunk West Lake: Two Books
After ten years of hard work, my eyes are clear again today. Good scenery hates old pens without sue, and begging for return is a congratulations.
Baifu flies to the green forest in the evening, and the blue wall turns clear. Zuihu Suyun Lake Temple is drunk, and the spring mountain falls into the river.
You don't have to guess that it is a lotus in the forest if you hide red makeup. * * * You don't need to get drunk, but you have your own fragrance.
Xunchun
Shili Lake is full of lanterns and boats, seeking spring for the western regions. Seagulls fly away when they want to, and the wild old man leaves himself alone.
Sunset grass smells like rain, and Jiu Feng is a sunny brook. We enjoy ourselves everywhere, so why should Lanting talk about old tours?
Mountain neutral autumn book
The wind blows cicadas, and New Lin Qiu wakes up. The mountain pond is quiet and the summer heat has been collected. White clouds emerged from Qingfeng Mountain and suddenly became Qionglou.
Sitting naked on a stream stone, my heart is very long. Suddenly there is no stable state, and change is impossible. Ran Hao gave a long whistle, and suddenly a double Bai Ou appeared.
Topic 4: Old Go Map
The foggy weather outside is also promising, and the wind has aroused the thinking of future generations. However, it is better to play chess with Liu Xiang on the mountain.
Three poems of Wuxiang Temple
The old monk went under the rock and surrounded the house with pine and bamboo. Birds sing in spring and stay with tigers at night.
Looking at the Jiuhua wall, floating clouds give birth to Han Xiao. Mountain gods should be kept secret and not allowed to be seen by laymen.
When I smell LinYu in the silent night, the mountain god seems to want to stay. I'm only worried about the slippery stairs, not the top of the mountain.
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