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The fishing platform is in the east of Zhejiang, and Mr. Han Yan is also hidden. Mr. Wind Festival, reflecting the eternal, to the long-cherished one, because of the memory of the Fuchun Tongjiang River landscapes, to pass on by Mr., the heart is very strange, and the thought of a trip is fast. Gu is a servant, Feng Wei went north, hastily walked in the middle of the road, and did not swim.

However, I think that I will swim, and I will also swim. The boat originates from Changshan, from Qu to Yan, where more than 300 miles, the mountains and rivers are considerable. As far as the eye can see, there is no time to ask the name, just the jaw.

But the boat will be told if he crosses the seven-mile beach. In the past few days, the boat traveled in the mountains, suddenly saw the twin peaks between the clouds, and felt different, and the boat was anxious to say: "If it is not Diaoyutai?"

He said, "Yes." "The boat is a little closer, and I am forced to look at it.

There are two clouds and two peaks, and those who are called by Taiwan are also made by future generations. The platform is hundreds of steps apart. The stone is iron-colored, the river is steep, and hundreds of people refuse to stop.

The rock is proud, such as Coats standing side by side, and the wind is ashore. The vegetation on the cliff is also in a severe cold shape. The trees are loose, sparse and planted, and they are bizarre and bizarre; In the reflection water, there are more than 100 dragons, and the water flow fluctuates, and it is about to fly.

Under the peak, the ancestral hall of Mr. is in Yan. Meaning that the day of the Lun, should be in the ground, there is no reason to climb the peak to seek fish, so it is said: the peak is also called by the platform, and the descendants are also.

The mountains are both strange and beautiful, and the environment is secluded. If you want to board the boat, but the boat can't be fixed, you can't be strong, because of the courtesy, you can do it. So I can't swim in time, but I can't swim in my eyes.

Between the pitches, the breeze comes slowly, the nameless fragrance, the four mountains hurricane, the nose swims. Zhouzi said that the beach water is very good, and the test is good, and the cover is the nineteen springs that Lu Yu has tasted, and the tongue swims in it. In an instant, the sails are turning, looking forward to the future.

Return to the boat, carefully interpret the beginning and end of its peaks, the state of the path haunting, in a trance, such as the landing of the boat, such as the grass to find the rock, such as the highest place of the vibrating clothes. Looking down at the mountains tend to be lined up, or quiet as a text, or majestic as a martial force, big like the generals of Yuntai. Fei Ran Zhuoli, Mr. Jueshi, is at a disadvantage.

Cover the fugue. Thinking a little tired, hide a few lies. And the emptiness is dripping, and it is in contact with the soul.

So he sleepwalked. Feel the sunset, the boat is docked in front of Zhu. People settle down a little, call Zhouzi to work with wine, and inquire carefully:

How about the fishing platform? What about the scenery in the mountains? Is it even more different?

How strange are the four clouds? Zhouzi can answer. So I played by ear.

Hee-hee! Hurry up, it's a swim! Guest or laughing:

Zheng Zizu has not taken a step out of the boat, where is he swimming? "Whew! Don't you know about it?

In the past, Shaowen lay down and traveled to the five mountains, and Sun Xinggong was given to the rooftop, all of which were not experienced. What I have gained today is not much compared to the two sons? Therefore, it is said:

If you think you are swimming, you will also be swimming. The guest said: "Wei Ziyan, it's not as good as this."

Although, the painting of Shaowen and the text of Xinggong, where is the mountain spirit to thank you? Yu was ashamed that he was not caught, so he remembered it.

I was ashamed that I couldn't compare to them, so I wrote this travelogue.

The two are facing each other, about a few hundred paces apart, towering over the river, more than a few thousand feet high.

The stone is iron-colored, the river is steep, and hundreds of people refuse to stop. The rock is proud, such as Coats standing side by side, and the wind is ashore.

The stone is iron blue in color, towering over the river, and is more than a few thousand feet high. The steep rocks are like Coats standing together, with a haughty expression.

"The Tale of the Fishing Terrace" is an essay by the Qing Dynasty writer Zheng Rikui. Zheng Rikui (1631-1673), the name Cigong, the name Jing'an, was a native of Guixi (now Jiangxi).

Zheng Rikui (1631-1673), the name Cigong, the name Jing'an, was a native of Guixi (now Jiangxi). In 1659 (the sixteenth year of Shunzhi), Jinshi. Awarded the Jishi, the former member of the Ministry of Labor, and the main guest of the Ministry of Promotion.

In 1672 (the eleventh year of Kangxi), he and Wang Shizhen were tested in Sichuan Township. He likes to compose poems and essays, and "pay more attention to the words of current affairs" ("Siku Quanshu General Catalogue Collection Department Inventory"). He is the author of 12 volumes of "Jing'an Collection" and one volume of "Talking Money" (a "Maxim of the Awakening World").

The name of the poem is Chakecha: Over the fishing platformDynasty: MingFull Text:

I heard Fu Chunsuo, and his name hung in the sky.

The body is selected to avoid the cloud platform, and the heart is cold according to the water and stones.

What is Xuanqier, they have moved Zelan.

Looking for apprentices to visit, the memory is like a rock.

Fuyun Mountain goes out, and the guest constellation looks up. Eggplant.

Add to the common thing, that makes the heavens dry.

Everyone has their own ambitions in life, and assistants are not difficult.

Looking at the Zhou Party, he can still thin an official.

Yizi sighed and returned to his hometown.

Try to look at the horse leather wrap, how like a sheep Joan.

Hutuo did not report, and returned to the creek wing a few remnants.

Only now for more than a thousand years, only the Seven Star Beach.

The dawn is in the blue, and the autumn smoke is blowing the fishing rod.

The breeze is invisible, and the jade dew is sprinkled in the morning.

Tongtong: Qi ShunTitle of the poem: Crossing the fishing platformDynasty: MingFull Text:

The hundred-foot high platform is next to the water, and the eastern bureau is ruined to plan to board first.

The rest of the boat seems to have passed the empty look back, and it is not enough to look up to the heart of life.