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Anonymous users2024-02-12[Passage Taoyuan].
Stop the boat to chat and take a walk. The birds return to the birds under the single tree, and the cold river smokes many nights.
Potou monk medicine, ferry passenger call boat. Knowing that it is Xianyuan Road, the scenery is not a day.
In the deep forest of the ancient temple, Xiao Ran retreated during the day. The sound of the spring follows the rocks, and the sunset shines on the autumn mountains.
The cattle and sheep in the distant ridge are small, and the plateau is among the grasses. Naturally, the mind is refreshing, and the dust is deleted for a while.
From the valley to the middle of Gwangcheon Road].
The winding green ramp is a cane. The chaotic stream only sees the stone, and the monk suddenly meets in the middle of the ridge.
There is no way to turn around, and the mountain opens another layer. Only the garden bells and drums are quiet, where to find the autumn stirrups.
Cross the Han River via Da Hyeon
Da Hyeonfeng is still facing north, and the Han River flows from the east. The present and the past do not treat each other, and the country is empty.
The sky is far away, and the smoke is thick in the spring dawn and twilight. If you want to find the sheep stone, the grass is full of hills.
Stay in Guanghui Temple] Cattle and sheep under the lonely ridge, the sunset dark far river. Twilight into the valley, the mountains are green and cold twilight.
The cool breeze blows the house, and returns to the front of the bird's eaves. The sparse forest is clear, and a stirrup monk hangs.
The deep mountains are less leaky, and they sleep alone in the west window. Sit quietly to see the bright moon, and smell the cold spring on the pillow.
The rock ravine is locked and lonely, and I feel a hundred worries. The good time is no longer obtained, and Hu is tied to the dust.
Sickness] The morning sun shines on the house, and the courtyard has no fiber. On the occasion of this new illness, wandering alone with affection.
Open the window and look at the sky, and the spring breeze is coming. The grass is green, and the birds are chirping.
That is, I feel a lot of things, and I feel sad in my heart. There is no way to do it in the best period, and it is not easy to be harmonious with ploughing.
How to be a desperate servant, wave your hand to Artemisia Lai. Raise the true Donglin Lu, all of which have swollen materials.
Send Zhang Wanshi to return to Lianzhou].
The inscription poem in the Huangling Temple went, and Jia Chuan drank in front of the ancestral hall. Don't send acacia to Xiangshui, there are many apes in the bright moon and night of Chushan.
Yungang Temple] The floors are abruptly looking up to the gods, and the green ridges are out of the air. Around the seat of people looking at the rock Buddha, back to the mountain bell language hall in front of the wind.
The autumn beach rain is in a hurry, and the monks on the far shore are red. Alone and quiet, so that the poems can be put into Xi Tong.
Crossing the Zhanghe River] Lang Jue Zheng Duo precepts are in vain, and the road is thick and cloudy to clean the dust. Shoulders go south to Handan South, and then pass the Xiling Song and Dance Office.
Yuyan hegemony is all turned into ashes, and the stone, fire, and electricity are safe? The barren platform grows barren grass, and a tree wild begonia platform blooms.
I want to be sad and sorrowful, and the Zhangshui will not return. The sunset of the ancient crossing by the waterside is slanting, and the wind sweeps the yellow sand and squints people's eyes.
Autumn Nostalgia High Sixteen Chapters].
Xiao Xiao's bamboo tree is sparse at dusk, and the town sighs lonely. After the flowers fell all over the ground, the cold rain and geese came one day.
Where is Feng Sheng's family, Su Zi has no field and is willing to be empty for a long time. Bo Eun's poverty became the bottom of the matter, and he scratched his head and hesitated.
Love wren laughs at Dapeng, what is the basis for floating and sinking small fruits. The old things are like water, and the predecessor in the dream is actually a monk.
When you are confident, you are only lazy, and the longest person is incompetent. A branch of the belly is full of my begging, and the wings of the elm fang are good to avoid.