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Preface to the Lanting Collection.

Wang Xizhi. In the ninth year of Yonghe, the age is ugly, and at the beginning of the twilight spring, he will be in the Lanting of Huiji Shanyin, and he will repair things. The sages are complete, and the young are salty.

There are lofty mountains and mountains here, lush forests and bamboos; There is also a clear stream turbulent, reflecting the left and right. It is thought that the flow of the water is bent, and the second place is sitting; Although there is no silk bamboo orchestra, a song is enough to tell the romance. It's a sunny day, the sky is clear, and the wind is smooth; Look up at the vastness of the universe and look down at the prosperity of categories; Therefore, it is enough to enjoy the entertainment of hearing and hearing, and it is also believed in Cola.

The lady is with each other, and looks up to the first life, or takes the embrace, and talks in a room; Or because of the entrustment, outside the wandering wreckage. Although the interest is different, the restlessness is different, when it is happy with what it encounters, it is temporarily self-sufficient, and it does not know that old age is coming. And all the tiredness, the feelings change with the situation, and the feelings are related.

Admired by it, between the pitches, it has been a vestige, and it is still impossible not to rejoice in it; The situation is shortened and followed, and the end is at the end. The ancients: Death and life are also very important.

Isn't it painful! Every time you look at the reasons for the interest of the people in the past, if you are united, you will not be able to mourn in the text, and you can't say it. It is known that death and life are illusory, and Qi Peng's death is vain.

The future looks at the present, and the present looks at the past, sad husband! Therefore, the people of the time are listed, and the description is recorded, although the world is different, so it is happy, and it is also one. Those who read it later will also be touched by Sven.

The Story of the Peach Blossom Spring. Tao Yuanming.

In Taiyuan, Wuling, fishing is a business, the edge of the stream, forgetting the distance of the road. Suddenly, there is a peach blossom forest, hundreds of steps between the shore, there are no miscellaneous trees in it, the fragrant grass is delicious, the fallen flowers are colorful, and the fishermen are very different; Moving forward again, I want to exhaust the forest.

When the forest exhausts the water source, it will get a mountain, the mountain has a good field, a beautiful pond, a mulberry and bamboo, a strange traffic, and a chicken and a dog smell each other. Among them, men and women are dressed like outsiders; Yellow hair hangs down and is happy. When he saw the fisherman, he was shocked, and asked where he had been, and when he answered, he wanted to return home, and set up a chicken to be killed for food.

Since Yun's ancestors avoided the chaos of the Qin Dynasty, he led his wife to come to this desperate situation and did not come back; So he was separated from outsiders. Asking what kind of world it is, I don't know if there is a Han, whether it is Wei or Jin. This person sighed for what he had said and heard.

The rest of the people went back to their homes, and they all sprinkled food. Stop for a few days to resign, this Chinese person said:"Not enough for outsiders too!

Once he has gone out and got his boat, he will help him to the road, and he will do it everywhere. And the county, Yi Taishou said this. Taishou immediately sent people to follow him, looking for his will, and then lost his way to Nanyang Liu Ziji, Gao Shiye, hearing it, happily went to the rules, but failed, and looked for the end of the disease. Later, there was no interest.

Xue Tan Xuezhen (Liezi. Tang asked).

Xue Tan learned from Qin Qing, and he was not exhausted in his skills, and he said that he was exhausted; He resigned. Qin Qingfuzhi; Feasting on the suburbs, soothing the sad songs, vibrating the trees, and resounding to curb the clouds. Xue Tannai thanked him for his rebellion, and he didn't dare to return for the rest of his life.

Confucius"Poetry"A rule (Analects. Yang goods).

Zi said: Boy! Ho Mo Xuefu"Poetry"? "Poetry"You can be excited, you can watch, you can be a group, you can complain. The father of the far things, the king of the distant things, know more about the names of birds, beasts, plants and trees.

Yue Fei's Man Jianghong.

That's what I wrote when I was writing calligraphy.

The Burrow. [ Tang ] Liu Yuxi.

Original. The mountain is not high, and there is a fairy name.

The water is not deep, and if there is a dragon, it will be spiritual.

Si is a burrow, but Wu Dexin.

The moss marks are green, and the grass is green.

There is a lot of talk and laughter, and there is no white ding.

You can tune the piano and read the Golden Sutra.

There is no silk and bamboo, and there is no case.

Nanyang Zhuge Lu, West Shuzi Cloud Pavilion.

Confucius: What's ugly?

Loneliness is gone!

How sad is it? Poverty is so poor that it is indescribable. Today, in June, I am only crying

The years are gone, the body is depressed, and the gods are sad. After a long period of silence, you can't solve it alone. Or do you know who you are, and who wants to know me?

Who is the one who knows me? Is it Brother Haoyu? Xuanjun is silent, do you know me?

Friends of the past, how many of them exist today? Is it Song Junhu? Dear friends and friends, it is enough.

Therefore I weep and weep, and I will die with my years. There are even more unknown people.

Knowing people, knowing people, believing in people, and then making peace? People believe in it, or create it. The high school business is unfinished, and it is contrary to the family, and the difficulties of the matter are too much, and the situation is difficult?

I know that the past is invisible, and those who come can still be chased. But don't you forget? Regardless of right or wrong, with indifferent words, the state of forgetting, can it?

Besides, what is the death of its king? My sorrow is also.

That's it! Looking around, who knows me? I don't know where! It is known as a fine dust wild horse, and it does not enter the hearts of the people. However, there are still a few people who are different, and I can be grateful.

The text seems to be incomprehensible, and you can see the door mirror if you are familiar with it. It is difficult to write a chapter without the limit of writing, and it is unspeakable! What a wretched man! Who knows? Who can comfort?