Baoxiang Mountain (Zhuo Jing)
This room is not as big as a fight, but this heart is as wide as the sky. White clouds suddenly rise above the mountain, and the red sun suddenly clears up, and people lean on the railing. One or two sounds of flowers and birds sound good, thousands of trees are covered with pines and the wind is cold. Shi Cheng laughed and went out. The sky was vast and the river was muddy.
Feiyundu, Ming Dynasty Linting
Why is there credit on the muddy Xinzong Road? The ten-mile long embankment is full of white sand.
The disease involves no poetry and bitter leaves, waiting for visitors to lean on the fairy tree.
After the spring rain, the sun sets across the sparse trees across the river.
There is no need to worry about Tangtang, the north and the south are now one family.
Poetry of Resting at the North Lake of Ruian
Song Dynasty Lin Jizhong
The spring is gone and I am speechless, but I am proud of everything.
The farmers pity the wild old man and follow the dog across the mountain bridge.
When I sing at the mouth of the river in the evening, the clear sunlight hits the willow waist.
What use is there for a pedantic Confucian to be a fisherman and a woodcutter?
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