Cold wind often blows, a piece of flying sand. I want to go out in a room as if I were at home.
Every time the wind runs, it is the return of the pot. On the 22nd, it was quiet, and some friends went straight to the east of Manjing.
The sorghum is lifted, and the soil paste is slightly moist. At first glance, it is empty and wide, if you take off the cage. As a result, the ice skin began to melt, the waves suddenly became clear, the scales and waves were layered and crystal clear, and the crystal was as new as a mirror, but suddenly cold light came out of the box.
The mountains are washed by fine snow, beautiful as a test, as bright as the face of a beautiful girl, as bright as the beginning of a bun. Wicker will stretch, but not yet. Soft buds are scattered in the wind, and wheat seedlings come out of the ground. They are short, like fur on an animal's neck, only about an inch.
Although there are not many tourists, donkeys who drink spring tea, sing with wine glasses and wear donkeys can also be seen from time to time. Although the wind is still strong, walking is sweaty.
Every bird exposed on the beach sipped under the scales of the waves, carefree, and there was joy between the scales of its feathers. I know there is no spring in the country, but people who live in the city don't know.
Only this official can swim between rocks and vegetation without getting into trouble. And this place is suitable for Yu, Yu's journey starts from scratch, and evil can be undisciplined? Ming dynasty, February 27th, February.
2. The Travels of Huangshan Mountain is clear: the wonder of thousands of Qian Yi mountains, with springs, clouds and pines [1]. The wonder of water, Mo Chi is in Bailongtan; The miracle of spring, Mocky is in Tangquan, all in the foothills.
Taoyuan Stream flows into Tangquan, Milk Source, Baiyun Stream into Taohua Stream and Twenty-four Stream, all of which flow into the foothills. In the mountain sky, the water fills its belly, and the whipping of water is under its belly, so there is a spring under the mountain, but there is no spring on the mountain.
When the mountain is very high, there will be thunderstorms. When the clouds come out and go home, they are all in the waist. Every time I see the peaks and clouds in the sky, I can't go to their graves.
For a long time, the clouds cover it, and the peak is outside the clouds. The overwhelming clouds, like the sea, suddenly broke free, like the death of a rabbit.
The mountain is higher than the cloud, the sky is wide, and the cloud has no attachment. Above the Tang Temple, the mountains are all straight and famous, with cypress, cypress, cypress, nan, rattan, sand quilt and so on, and the shade is beautiful.
There are many different cliffs on the old man's peak, and the negative stone will never come out. In the past, there was no tree that was not loose, and there was nothing strange: there were roots as big as a shin, roots bent into acres, roots that only searched for feet, branches that sparsely covered the roadside, some that fell down the cliff, some that collapsed like a side through redundant seams, some that were as narrow as feathers, some that were as straight as dragons, some that lay up, and some that lay down again.
On the left side of the Wenshuyuan, behind the ladder, the mountain shape is very relaxed, leaning back and pitching with people, which is particularly strange. At the beginning of the north cliff of Xinfeng, a pine tree was covered by the south cliff, and its branches were supported in degrees, commonly known as grafting pine.
Its western boulder stands upright, and a pine tree is three feet high and one acre wide. It bends and supports the cliff and goes through the top. Stones split from the middle and tangled together, called disturbing longsong. Stalagmite workers and alchemists protrude from the top of the mountain, without support and fat. One stone and one loose, like the first one, like the hood, staggered into the clouds, and the distance was like a glimpse, strange and mysterious, so that you could not say anything.
Loose soil, stone is soil, its body is skin, and dry stone is also. Raising sex, killing frost and snow, and striving for the vitality of the bridge, the armor is too ancient, and it is also a genus of gold paste water, green medicine and Cao Ling, which is also extraordinary.
Isn't it rude to use it as a basin and play near it? Climbing the stairs to the east, the long pine thunders, which span dozens of feet, are row upon row of anger. People who pass by cherish it. Xiao Yu said: "The creator reversed the play and made it have a history of more than one hundred years. I don't know how to make it a wonder.
Wu people sell flowers, pick old plum branches and bend their backs, and make an appointment to offer spring as a bottle of flowers to praise each other. This is loose and a branch of creation. "After one thousand years, someone will smile at me.
3, "Chengtian Temple Night Tour" Northern Song Dynasty: On the night of October 12, Su Shi Yuanfeng six years, he took off his clothes and wanted to sleep. He entered the house in the moonlight and set off happily. Thinking that there was no one to play with, I went to the Tianhou Palace to find Zhang Huaimin.
People didn't sleep, so we walked in the yard together. The courtyard is as empty as water, and the algae and grass in the water are intertwined and covered with bamboo and cypress.
What night is there no moonlight? Where is there no bamboo and cypress? It's just the lack of free people like us. 4. "Looking at the Lake Pavilion Snow" Ming Dynasty: In December of the fifth year of Zhang Dai Chongzhen, I lived in the West Lake.
It snowed for many days, and the noise of pedestrians and birds in the lake disappeared. At about eight o'clock this evening, I took a boat, wore a fur coat and took a stove to see the snow in the middle of the lake.
Ice flowers are all over the sky, the sky is bright and watery, and the sky is pure white. The shadow of the lake, only a trace of a long beach, a little outline of the lake, and my boat, two or three boat people on board.
(Yu Yi Zuo Yi: Mao Yu) When I arrived at the gazebo, two people were sitting opposite each other, and a boy's shochu stove was boiling. Seeing it, I was overjoyed and said, "There is no such person in the lake!" " Pull me together and drink with me.
I tried to drink three glasses of wine and then said goodbye to them. Ask them what their surnames are. They are from Nanjing and are guests in this place.
While waiting for the boat, the boatman murmured, "Stop talking about your Excellency, you idiot, and people like you are crazy!" " ! "5," The Story of Xiaoyan Mountain "Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan went north from Xishan Road and went down Huangmaoling. There are two ways: one goes west and gets nothing; One is less in the north and east, but 40 feet, the soil is broken and Sichuan is divided, and there are accumulated stones across its vastness. Above it, it is the shape of a beam; Next to the castle pier, if there is a door, you can see that it is black, throwing pebbles, and there is water in the hole, which has been ringing for a long time.
The ring can be seen far up. Without soil, a good tree and a beautiful arrow were born, strange and powerful.
Its sparse number is suppressed, which is also determined by the wise. Hey! I have doubted the existence of the creator for a long time, and the more I think it is sincere.
It's strange that it's not Zhongzhou, but Yidi, who won't sell it for a thousand years. It's useless. It's useless. If it is not suitable for the gods, it will be fruitless. Or: "to comfort your husband, to be ashamed of this person." Or: "Qi Qi is not a great man, but a unique thing, so there are fewer people and more stones in southern Chu."
Both. I don't believe it.
2.200 words of travel notes in classical Chinese, pleasant and clear, go to Hongshan Park with my parents to play. Hongshan Park is a scenic spot with strong fragrance, which makes historical sites and modern buildings blend harmoniously, and with thrilling amusement facilities, it is deeply favored by Urumqi citizens. Hongshan, a landmark landscape in Urumqi, is more than 900 meters above sea level and is famous for its purple sandstone structure and ochre appearance. The tap is on the Urumqi River. As for the park, the three of us looked around, full of green. Through it, we visited the Buddhist temple and took pictures in front of the door. Then we go to the Ferris wheel. We sat on the Ferris wheel and looked out of the window. The scenery is pleasant and the vision is unique. My mother was afraid of heights, closed her eyes and hugged my arm tightly. Her timidity made me laugh. Later, as for the top of the Red Mountain, I can only see Lin Ze. It can be seen that the Hongshan Tower at the top of Hongshan Mountain has a brick-red appearance and is classical for people. After taking a photo, it was on its way. As for the 400-meter-long "underground palace", it is eerie and the statue is ferocious. The scenes described are samsara, karma, gouging out the heart and eyes. The more you enter it, the more you feel the chill.
3. Seeking the classical Chinese (original+translation) about travel notes can only draw a conclusion: Xishan Banquet killed people, lived in a state of anxiety.
If there is a gap, it will be a long journey. Instead of climbing mountains and mountains, entering deep forests and poor streams; Deep springs and strange rocks are far away.
When you arrive, you will sit under the grass and get drunk. When you are drunk, you will lie down and dream. The meaning is extreme and the dream is very interesting.
Get up, get up, come back. I thought all the mountains in the state had different states, so did I, but I didn't know the strangeness of the Western Hills.
On September 28 this year, I started pointing fingers because I was sitting in Fahua West Pavilion watching the Western Hills. So he ordered his servants to cross the Xiangjiang River, where the stream was dyed, wild and hairy, and the poor mountains were high.
Crawling and crawling, squatting and roaming, and then the soil of several States is padded below. Its struggle is bleak, if it is like a cave, it is thousands of miles in size, and it can't be hidden. It is dazzling blue and looks like the sky outside.
Then I knew it was a unique mountain, unlike Pei [Tulou]. It is leisurely and suffocating, but it is not enough; Travel with the creator without knowing his poverty.
When I'm drunk, I'm drunk. I don't know the day, it's pale dusk. I came from far away and saw nothing, but I still don't want to come back. The mind is condensed and released, blending with everything.
Then I know I haven't started swimming yet. I have already started swimming, so I am writing for it. It's won and four years.
Ever since I became a criminal and humiliated person (like a sinner, the author was demoted) and lived in this state (Yongzhou), I have been afraid and uneasy. During that free time, I walked slowly and visited freely. Climb the mountain with your companions every day, go deep into the forest, and walk along the winding stream to the end.
There is no remote place without deep springs and strange rugged rocks. When you get there, pull up the weeds and pour out all the wine in the pot until it is finished.
Lie down next to each other when you are drunk, and lie down and dream. What I yearn for in my heart, even the fun of dreaming is the same.
Get up after waking up, get up and go home. I think all the scenery in this state has a strange attitude. I have and appreciate this attitude, but I never knew the strangeness and uniqueness of the Western Hills.
On September 28th of this year (in the 4th year of Yuanhe, AD 809), I was sitting in Fahuaxi Pavilion (the pavilion on the west side of Huokeji) and looking at it, I pointed to the Western Hills. So he ordered his servants to cross the Xiangjiang River, cut off the thorns and shrubs entangled by the dyed stream, and burn the dense and messy weeds (grass leaves) until they were cleared to the highest place in the mountain.
Climbing up the mountain, sitting on the ground with legs outstretched (like a dustpan, it was an impolite or comfortable sitting posture of the ancients) and enjoying it, then the land in several States is under their own cushions. Their high and low situation suddenly appeared, living in low-lying areas, some like ant seals (small mounds next to ant holes), and some like caves.
It seems that there are only scenes of the same size, but in fact they are thousands of miles apart. (all the mountains and rivers in the distance) converge and shrink, and there is nothing to hide. Surrounded by green mountains and green waters, it is the same to see the sun in the distance and look around.
(Climb the mountain first, you can see far away) and then you know that towering mountains are not equal to small mounds. How big is it? It seems to have merged with the great spirit of the whole universe. Where can we find its end? Walking leisurely with nature, I don't know the end.
I picked up my glass and filled it with wine. I staggered and fell into a drunken state (humility: describing the way I staggered and tired when drinking). I didn't know that the sun had set. The gloomy twilight, drifting from a distance, can't see anything, but I don't want to go home yet.
Thinking stopped, the body dissolved (describing a feeling of detachment and selflessness) and merged with all things in nature (combination: unconscious combination). Then I realized that I had never traveled before (meaning: the past tourism was not a real tourism), and the real tourism began this time.
So write an article (for: verb predicate, here is the meaning of writing) for this trip. This year is Yuanhe four years (Tang Xianzong Spring Calendar).
Xiaoshicheng Mountain is recorded from the north of Xishan Road, and there are two roads under Huangmaoling. One is to go to the west and get nothing.
One is less in the north and east, but 40 feet, the soil is broken and Sichuan is divided, and there are accumulated stones across its vastness. It's a beautiful beam shape, and it's awkward to come out from the nearby castle pier.
This is a black glance. Throw pebbles, there is water in the hole.
It has been ringing for a long time. The ring can be seen far up.
Without soil, a good tree and a beautiful arrow were born, strange and powerful. Its sparse number is suppressed, which is also determined by the wise.
Hey! I doubt whether the creator has existed for a long time, and the more I think it is sincere. It is also strange that it is not Zhongzhou, but Yidi, whose words are useless for thousands of years.
If god is not suitable for this, is it fruitless? Or: "to comfort your husband, to be ashamed of this person." Or: "Qi Qi is not a great man, but a unique thing, so there are fewer people and more stones in southern Chu."
Both. I don't believe it. From the intersection of Xishan to the north, cross Huangmaoling and go down, there are two roads: one is to the west, and there was nothing to find in the past; The other turns to the east, slightly to the north. After only forty feet, the road was cut off by a river, and there was a stone mountain at the end of the road.
The top of the rocky mountain is naturally in the shape of a female wall beam, with a fortress protruding next to it and a hole like a door. Visiting from the cave, it was dark, and a small stone was thrown in. The sound of water was loud and it had not been seen for a long time.
Rocky Mountain can climb around to the top of the mountain and stand on it and overlook it. There is no soil on the mountain, but there are good trees and bamboo, which are more peculiar in shape and hard in texture. The distribution of bamboo and bamboo is dense and uneven, as if it were deliberately arranged by people.
Alas! I have doubted the existence of God for a long time, and I think God does exist here. But strangely, he did not put this small Shicheng Mountain in the densely populated Central Plains, but in this remote and remote barbarian land. Even after thousands of years, he didn't have a chance to show his strange scenery. In vain, useless. It seems that the gods will not do this.
So God really didn't? Some people say, "God arranged this in order to comfort the sages who were exiled here with this beautiful scenery." Others said, "This.
4. Travel Notes of Classical Chinese Mountain (Song Dynasty) Wang Anshi
Baochan, also known as Huashan, was abandoned on its website and buried in the Tang Dynasty. So it was named "Zanchan". Today, the so-called Huikong Temple is known as the tomb of Lu. Five miles east of its courtyard, the so-called Huashan Cave, also known as the Yang of Huashan Mountain. More than a hundred steps away from the cave, there are monuments and servant roads, and their texts are diffuse. Only words can know "Huashan". Today, those who say "Hua" is like "petrochemical" are all fallacies.
Below it, it is flat and open, with springs coming out sideways and many tourists, so-called front hole. There is a cave five or six miles away from the mountain, which is very cold. Ask its depth, not bad, it is called back hole. I waited for four people to rush in with fire. The deeper they go, the more they go.
Difficult, but the stranger. Lazy people who want to go out say, "If you don't go out, the fire will be consumed." So I said it. Gaiyu's journey is not eleven times better than that of a good traveler, but according to it, fewer people come to remember it. The deeper you cover it, the less it will be. The timing is right, the power given is enough, and the fire is bright enough. If I come out, I may blame the person who came out, but I regret it and I can't enjoy it.
So I have a sigh. The ancients' views on heaven and earth, mountains and rivers, vegetation, insects, fish, birds and animals often gained something, and they sought the depth of thinking without exception. Husband and wife have many tourists; The risks are far away, but the risks are few. But the extraordinary world outlook often lies in the dangerous distance, and what people lack is difficulty, so where there is a will, there is a way. If you are ambitious, you can't stop, but if you don't have enough strength, you can't get there. Have ambition and strength, but don't be lazy. As for darkness and confusion, nothing can match it, nor can it be realized. However, the strength is enough, people can laugh at it, but they have regrets; Those who can't do what I want can have no regrets, so who can laugh at them? So is the rest of the income!
How can those who are more than servants' steles, but also because the ancient books of Aifu don't exist, can't be famous for their fallacies and heresies? Therefore, scholars can't take it seriously without thinking deeply.
Four people: my father's father, Changle Wang's father, Yu's father and An Shangchun's father. One day in July of the first year of He Zhi, Wang Mouji of Linchuan.
5. Travel Notes Eight Notes of Yongzhou in Classical Chinese Liu Zongyuan began to get Travel Notes of Xishan Banquet, and he lived in the state.
Always anxious. Time slot also, and then give and do, long line.
The sun is not far from climbing mountains, entering deep forests, returning to streams, secluded springs and rocks. When you arrive, you will sit in the grass and get drunk.
If you are drunk, you will lie on the pillow and dream. The meaning is extreme and the dream is very interesting.
Get up, get up, come back. I thought the scenery in the whole state was different, but I didn't know the strangeness of Xishan.
On September 28 this year, I started pointing fingers because I was sitting in Fahua West Pavilion watching the Western Hills. So he ordered his servants to cross the Xiangjiang River, where the riverside was dyed, hazel fields were wild, grass was burning, and poor mountains were high.
Crawling and crawling, squatting and roaming, and then the soil of several States is padded below. The potential of its struggle is bleak, if it is like a cave, it is thousands of miles in size, and it can't be hidden.
It is dazzling blue and looks like the sky outside. Later, I learned that this mountain is unique, not like Peiyuan, but like Haoqi. Travel with the creator without knowing his poverty.
If you are full of action, you will be drunk. Pale but dusk, far away, can't see anything, but still don't want to return.
The shape of the heart is in harmony with everything. Then I know I haven't started swimming yet. I have already started swimming, so I am writing for it.
It's years old, yuan and four years. Drilling pool: drilling pool, in the west of Shanxi.
At the beginning, Ran Shui ran from the south to the rocks and bent to the east. Its potential is steep, and its swing is beneficial to violence, so it is wide and deep, ending at the end of the stone; Foam into wheels and walk slowly. It is clear and flat, covering an area of 10 acre.
There are trees and springs around. There are people living above, so you can travel in an emergency. Once the money gate came, they said, "I can't afford to rent private tickets. I can live in the mountains. I am willing to use the pool to trade in the fields and make a fortune to alleviate the disaster."
Give happiness like you said. Then worship its platform, extend its threshold, walk its spring in the pool where the highest one falls, and make a sound.
The Mid-Autumn Festival is especially suitable for enjoying the moon, and you can see that the sky is high and crisp. Who gave the pleasure of living in a foreign country and forgot his hometown? Isn't it a pond? Bitan Xishan drilled Xishan for eight days, and took 200 steps to find the northwest road of Shankou, so you can drill Bitan.
Twenty-five steps west of Tanxi, when it is turbulent and deep, is a fish beam. There is a hill on the top of the dam with bamboo and trees growing on it.
The stones on the mountain stand out, and then the earth breaks through the ground, competing for competition, and their number is almost unknown. People who are tired of each other are like cows and horses drinking streams; Those who rush to the top of the column are like bears climbing on the mountain.
The hill is very small, less than an acre, and can be put into a cage for your own. Asked who the owner was, he said, "This is what the Tang family doesn't want. I want to sell it, but I can't sell it." . "
Asked the price, he said, "Only 400 Wen." . "I like it, I bought it.
Li Shenyuan and Yuan Ke traveled together, and they were both very happy. It started with an accident. Then take turns to pick up tools, shovel weeds, cut down trees and light a fire to burn them.
Jia Muli, Mei Zhulu. Stone show.
Looking around, the mountains are high and the clouds are light, the streams are gurgling, and the birds and animals are wandering, so you can return your skills to the hills. Lying on the pillow, it is cold, with eyes, ears and ears. God has thoughts for those who are free and unfettered, and he has thoughts for those who are deep and quiet.
The second person who gets to a different place without walking for ten days, although the ancient people are good, may not be able to arrive. Hey! With the victory, Feng, Gao and Du will make a lot of money, and tourists will compete for buyers, which will become more and more difficult to get.
Nowadays, this country is abandoned, and farmers and fishermen live a humble life. Jia 400 can't even be sold at the age of four. I enjoyed it alone with Shen Yuan and Keke, but the result was terrible! Write this article on a stone and congratulate the hill.
Go to Xiaoshitang in the west of Xiaoqiu, and walk west from Xiaoqiu 120 steps. Through the bamboo, you can hear the sound of water, such as singing a ring, which is refreshing. Cut bamboo and walk along the road, and see the small pool below, the water is particularly clear.
The whole stone is at the bottom, close to the shore, and the bottom of the rolling stone comes out, which is a mountain, an island, a mountain and a rock. Green trees and vines, covered and twisted, staggered and brushed.
There are hundreds of fish in the pond. They are all swimming in the air. The sun is shining, the shadow is on the stone, motionless; When you are far away, communication is sudden, like enjoying tourists.
Looking from the southwest of the pool, you can see that it is zigzag. Their shore potentials are different from each other and their sources are unknown.
Sitting by the pool, surrounded by bamboo forests, lonely and empty, sad and cold, quiet and quiet. It is too clear to live for a long time, but remember.
Travelers: Wu Wuling, Gong Gu, Yu Dizong Xuan. The second son Cui Shi said, "Forgive yourself and serve me." .
Yuan Jia is thirsty to travel ten miles from the southwest water, and the landscape is desirable, so if he drills the pool. From Xikou to the west, on land, you can take eight or nine, such as Xishan.
From the southeast of Chaoyangyan to Wujiang River, it is desirable to be three, thirstier than Yuan Jia. It's always beautiful and strange
In Chuyue dialect, the reverse flow of water is called "thirst". I am thirsty to get along with Nanting, and I am eager to get along with a hundred schools of thought.
Among them, the stream is heavy, the pool is shallow, the toilet is tortuous, the ink is flat and deep, and the boiling white is steep. There is no end to being poor.
There are hills above the water, all beautiful stones, and green bushes on top, which are common in winter and summer. There are many rocks beside it, and there are many pebbles below. There are many trees in it, such as heather, grapefruit and orchid.
There are also exotic flowers and grasses, like acacia, like creeping, like swaying water stones. Every wind descended from the four mountains, shaking the trees, covering the grass, blushing scary, fragrant, rushing into the waves, retreating into the valley, shaking and growing, with the passage of time.
Most of them are like this, and the rest are inexhaustible. Eternal people have never traveled, and they are afraid to enjoy it alone and spread it all over the world.
Its landlord, Yuan. Therefore, it is famous far and near.
Stone cures disease and thirst. Southwest can't walk a hundred paces, but you can go to Shiqu and cross Ren Minqiao. There is a faint spring, and its voice is loud and thin.
The width of this canal is only a stone's throw, or 10 step long. It flowed to the big stone and fell out of it.
After passing the stone, there is Hong Shi, and the calamus is surrounded by it, and the green is all around. It turned to the west again, sank under the rocks and fell into a small pool in the north.
The pool has shrunk 100 foot, the water is deeper and there are more fish. In the Northern Song Dynasty, I was tired. If I didn't stop, I would die of thirst.
Its two sides are covered with strange stones, trees, flowers and beautiful arrows, so you can sit in a row. The wind shakes its peak and moves the cliff valley.
See its stillness, but listen to its distance. Give it to the state shepherd.
Get rid of decay, never spare earth and stone, respect and burn, flourish and benefit. I cherish those who pass on their stories before they start, so I'm tired of remembering what they belong to. Keeping their people and learning from them will make it easier for those who do good deeds later.
On the eighth day of the first month of the seventh year of Yuanhe, the stork reached Dashi. 10 19, when the stone ended, Hong Shi Tan Xiao was discovered, and the beauty of the canal began to become poor.
The stone canal is poor, from the northwest of the bridge to Tuying Mountain, and all the people are bridges. Its water is one third as big as the stone canal, at the bottom of the stone canal, reaching both ends.
If the bed is in the lobby, if it is full, if it is limited to the Olympic Games. Spread horizontally, flow like weaving, and ring like playing the piano.
Open it and go, break the bamboo and sweep the old leaves, and drain the rotten wood. 189 will be able to live in Luohu bed. The flow of sexual intercourse and the sound of touching are under the bed; Jade water, dragon forest stone, both.
6. What are the classical Chinese writings about mountains and rivers in ancient China? Butterfly spring is south of Erli, south of Erxia, and there is a village on the right side of the avenue called Boluo Village. Its western foothills are different from those of butterfly spring. I've been listening to it for a long time. It was the natives who pointed to the west and asked the servants to rush to the three pagodas temple first and plunge into the temple where He Chao lived, while Du Yu ran from the southwest of the village to the foothills. Half a mile away, there is a flowing spring. To the east, the roots rush out and the flowers are clear. Further east, there is a small tree and a Koizumi tree below, and the roots are rushing out. Er Quan flows into the abbot swamp, that is, upstream. Trees are full in spring, and they will bloom like butterflies in early April. Their wings must be obvious, just like butterflies. There are thousands of real butterflies hanging upside down on the top of the tree and the surface of the spring. They are colorful and colorful. Tourists have been watching it since this month, and it's already May. The rest are in the city of western Guangdong, where Shandong is different, and it is still too early to spend. Ask the natives, or say that the butterfly has changed into a flower, or that it is similar in shape, so it is cited. Go any further, and you will be poor. If the forest is short of water, you will get a mountain with a small mouth. As if there is light, you will leave the boat and enter through your mouth. At first, it will be narrow and can pass through people. After a few dozen steps, you will be suddenly enlightened. The land is flat and spacious and the house is like a beautiful field. The traffic in the buildings is different, and the chickens and dogs are familiar. Among them, men and women dress like outsiders, so I separate myself from outsiders. When I asked what the world was, I didn't know there were Han people. No matter in Wei and Jin Dynasties, this man was full of words, heard and witnessed, and regretted everything. The rest of the people have gone home. They all have wine and food. After stopping for a few days, they resigned. China people say, "It's not enough to be humanitarian!" When I got off the bus and got my boat, I helped to the road and aimed at it everywhere. When I was in the county, the magistrate said this. The prefect sent someone to follow me to find what I wanted, and I lost my way. Liu Ziji and Gao Sheng were in Nanyang. When they heard about this, they were glad to go, but failed, and finally found the disease. Nobody was interested after that. In the spring of the fourth year, Teng stayed. It's sunny in the morning and cloudy at night. This is the grand view of Yueyang Tower. The seniors are ready. Martial arts in the north, Xiaoxiang in the South Pole and poets who moved guests will meet here more often, so they can enjoy things without exception. If it rains heavily, the moon will not open, the evil wind will howl, and the turbid waves will be empty; The sun, moon and stars are hidden, and the mountains are hidden; Business travel is bad and ruined; At dusk, tigers roar and apes crow. On the stairs, there are people who go to the countryside to miss their hometown, people who are afraid of being laughed at, and people who are desolate and feel extremely sad everywhere. If it is the tranquility of spring, it is calm and the sky is bright and blue; Sha Ou Ji Xiang, swimming in the brocade scale; The shore is green, vanishing, the moon is thousands of miles away, floating in Jin Shanshan, the static shadow is heavy, and the fishing songs are corresponding. How happy I am! You will feel relaxed and happy when you climb the stairs. You will forget the humiliation and leave the wine in the wind, which will make you happy. Is it to taste the heart of the ancient benevolent, or to do something different? Don't be happy with things, don't be sad with yourself; If you live high in a temple, you will worry about your people; If you stay away from the Jianghu, you will worry about your husband. If you are moving forward, you will worry about going backwards. But when will you be happy? It must say, "worry about the world first, and then enjoy the world." Wes, who are we going home with? 1September, 966 15, Zuiweng Pavilion (original appearance) is surrounded by mountains and waters, and the southwest peak is You Mei. Those who look beautiful, deep and beautiful are Langya. After walking six or seven miles on the mountain, they gradually heard the gurgling sound of running water, but the water that leaked from between the two peaks brewed spring water. As soon as the peaks turn, the pavilion wings suddenly stand on the spring, which is the drunken pavilion. Monks on the mountain are wise and immortal. Who is famous? The satrap calls himself. Taishou and his guests come here to drink, but they are the oldest, so they call themselves "drunkards". The meaning of drunkenness is not wine, but also mountains and rivers. If the husband flies at sunrise, the clouds return to the cave, and the mountains are wild at dusk. Happiness is endless. As for the loser who sings in the Chuhe River, the walker rests in the tree, the former cries, and the latter should be helped. Those who keep going back and forth will swim in the Chuhe River. The stream is deep and the fish is fat; Brewing spring wine, spring wine is bitter; Pheasant, a miscellaneous dish, is a satrap feast. The feast is full of joy, not silk or bamboo. Among the shooters, those who play win, and those who sit up and make trouble are happy. The pale hair is white, and the depression is too drunk. The story of climbing Mount Tai is set in a mountain with scattered characters. People know that it is fun to swim from Taishou, but they don't know that the fun of Taishou is also fun. If you are drunk, you can tell your story, and so can the Taishou. Who is the satrap? Lu Xiu also. Yang of Mount Tai, Wenshui Xi Liu; Its dark water flows eastward. The sunny valley is warm, and the cloudy valley is economical. When divided into north and south, the ancient Great Wall also has the highest peak of solar observation, fifteen miles south of the Great Wall. In December of the thirty-ninth year of Qianlong, I took a snowstorm from Beijing, crossed the northwest valley of Mount Tai and crossed the Great Wall. When I arrived in Taian, it was already a month, and the county magistrate Zhu, Zi Ying boarded from the south foot. In Li Daoyuan's place, the so-called "around the water" means that I started to follow the route, crossed the mid-ridge, and then followed the West Valley to the top. In ancient times, there was a mountain climbing with the East Valley, and the road had Tianmen. Donggu, called Tianmenxi in ancient times, can't pass. Today, people who cross the middle ridge and the cliff at the top of the mountain are called Tianmen Cloud. The fog and ice on the road are slippery and can't stop. Sitting in the pavilion with Ziying, waiting for the sunrise. The blizzard hit the noodles, and the pavilion was full of clouds. If you see dozens of people standing in the clouds, the mountains are also extremely bright, and the clouds show different colors in an instant. In the morning, it is as red as Dan, and there is red light under it. Or, look back at the East China Sea.