A sailing tourist will talk about Japan, which is hidden in water and fog and inaccessible. However, when the Vietnamese talk about Tianmu Mountain, they can still see it through clouds of different depths. On a straight line leading to heaven, its peak enters heaven, topped with five sacred peaks, and casts a shadow across China. The Paradise Terrace Mountains are 100 miles long, and it is here that they begin to extend to the southeast.
My heart and my dream are in Wu Heyue, flying over Jinghu Moon overnight. The moon lit up my shadow and I came to Yanhe. Xie Caotang is still there, the clear water is rippling, and the apes are singing. I put on Xie's first spiked shoes and climbed the blue ladder. Halfway through the sunny ocean, the sacred rooster crows in space. Thousands of turns, flowers lure me, stones slow me down. The day suddenly ended. Bears, dragons, mountains and rivers, deep forests and shocking roofs. Clouds are darkened by rain, and streams are pale by fog. God of thunder and lightning, the mountains are crumbling. The stone gate is broken and ventilated in the deep pit of heaven. An impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and the moon illuminate a golden and silver terrace. Wearing rainbow clothes and riding the wind, all the queens of the clouds came and came down one by one. With the tiger as the harp and the phoenix as the dancer, the images of fairies are arranged in rows. I moved, my soul flew and suddenly began to grow. My pillow and mat are the lost clouds in which I once lived.
This is the consistent way of human happiness, and all kinds of things will always flow to the east like water. So I'm leaving you. I don't know how long it will take. But let me raise a white deer on my green hillside and ride to you when I need you, Dashan. Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those people with high status and important positions? They never want to be seen with a sincere face!
The Songs of Chu
● Nine Songs and National Mourning
Fuck Angkor, put on rhinoceros armour, the car is in the wrong hub, and the soldiers are short.
Cover the sun, the enemy is like a cloud, and the arrow falls.
He violated my position and trampled on my team. My left relative died and my right relative was stabbed.
Bury two rounds, trip four horses, and beat drums with jade mallets.
Then I will be furious, kill vilen mercilessly and abandon him.
No return, no return, the plain is hazy and the road is very remote.
Wearing a long sword, holding a strong crossbow, leaving your head, Zhuang Xin will not change.
Brave and fearless, you are the most. You will stick to your post until you die.
The body is dead, the spirit will never die, and your soul is the ghost of a hero!
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Li he
Mr. Han, Yu Zhuo saw it when he went to Huangfu, so he ordered it.
Huatuo wove shallots and beautiful gold rings. Hoof rumbling, entrance like a rainbow. Yun is a gifted scholar and a great writer in Tokyo. Twenty-eight nights, Luo's heart, your heart. The sound in front of the temple is empty, and the pen fills the nature. Pang Mei's readers feel autumn, and hay gives birth to Chinese style. I hung up my wings today, and I won't be ashamed to be a snake or a dragon one day.
Li Ping quoted Li He.
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing. Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China. Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing. The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor. Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain. Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves. Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.