Rhyming ancient poetry (written by myself)

Semi-turbid and semi-clear, relying on Zheng to recite Guangling ci, cold sword silently listening to the wishes of gentlemen, overlooking the world.

Whistling takes the dragon to heaven, worrying about wearing the sword and frost of heaven and earth. Today, Peng Yi covers the past and the present, and talks about the trip of chivalrous people to Shu Road.

People's hearts are full, but their desires are incomplete. They not only want 1000 yuan, but also want a beautiful family. They have both wealth and wealth, a short life span of 100 years, troubles and struggles, and only dreams are complete.

Seeing things in the world, smelling three times, smelling ten thousand kinds of incense, tasting five kinds of mixed flavors on the tongue, tasting all kinds of hardships, and having great compassion.

There are landscapes that don't look at mountains and rivers, and there are right and wrong that don't talk about right and wrong. The land without me is my land, and the body without me is my body.

There are landscapes that don't care about mountains and rivers, and there are right and wrong that don't talk about right and wrong. Seeing mountains is not mountains, and seeing water is not water. The body of right and wrong does not talk about right and wrong.

The lofty sentiments are soaring, and the Almighty is proud of the world. The hero of a Chinese odyssey, lying on his laurels. The palace is still ringing, which is a dream today; I have searched all over Wan Li Road in Qian Shan, but I don't know where my hometown is.

Half god, half saint and half fairy, all Confucianism and Taoism are sages; There are thousands of books in Qian Qian's mind, and you hold up half the sky.