Chapter 8 Meditation Records: Part 1 of the Seven

Bingchen At the age of Bingchen, Meng Dongxi went on a flat boat and sailed south.The turbulent waves of Lingjichuan are like the city of Rencheng.It is said that Taibai's former residence is here, just like Gao Feng's is still there.Caihou guides Yu Yi from Zhixi, and he will be released to see the world.The trees are shaky and chaotic, the river is vast and endless; the whales are rushing into the sea, and the wings of the peng are bearing the wind; Yunsong.The peace of the past is here, but I will search up and down to find it.Although Jian Yu is not a white concubine, he knows me when he meets Ji Zhen.The Qiang descendants look at the present and the present, but they don't know if it will be fruitless?Call out Taibai Gongxi to live here for him?Yu Xi came back for him?Leaning on the sky to look forward to it, it will be a sorrow for a thousand years!

In the past, when Xia Jie was overthrown, Yin retreated to the wilds of Xin;It is said that Ding Zu wants to talk about it, and the Uyghurs are crowded and criticized.Zeng Shengzhe's time is coming, the husband can go back in vain!The last generation of Tianbao, lewd and lustful to believe and slander.Elaimei is delighted to be rampant, and everyone is coquettish with greed.Sentenced to Duyi and disregarding Xi, he ordered his husband to serve as a servant and concubine.Ning Zhi died with a squid, and the husband was cramped because of suffering.Shao Jixi of Kaiyuan, let alone seek reason.When you are born, you will be listed, and you will be accommodated by Guyuntai Lin Pavilion.Why is my husband wandering in the sky?Deng Silou almost waited.Believe in the jealousy of popular customs, it is true from the previous life.Xi, the old capital of Huai Fuzi, and Yuyun, the home of more than tears.The ruins of the temple may not be what love likes.The only thing that is not in line with the world is to look far away.

Entering me will not meet Wu Dingxi, and retreating me will be the scoop of Yan's family.Xi Qupo was in a coma, and his master fled.Guan Zhongzhi's assistant corrected him, and Confucius changed his career.Zuo Lin lost his morals, and he began to see the ignorance of the Tao.Seeing Yelang's work, he wanders in a leisurely manner; he also has nothing else in his original heart, so although he regrets it, he can't be destroyed.It's no fault of anyone, and it's difficult to resist straightness.The light ten thousand rides on the brown husband, solid Meng Ke's sigh.The vastness of the past and the feeling of each other, looking at the vastness of the sky.Go to the master for a thousand sacrifices, and the world will benefit from Zhou Rong.The matchmaker and concubine are greedy, and then suck carbuncle for it.The sages change and change their degrees, and they think they are the same.

The soldier said: "The mountains are green and the rivers are flowing, and the wind is blowing and the plains are plain."I can't see you by the high-rise building, and the boats are crowded under the building. The people on the boat are obedient, and they are also the traces of the husband and wife! Ren Xu Follow the Yangtze River and go south, pointing to Qingyang for seclusion.Enlighten the beauty of Hongmeng, and the ingenuity of Jiuhua.If the effect is not on the axis of Kun, which one is more amazing than Xuanzao!Crossing the five streams and entering directly, the place is graceful and graceful without appearance.Wang Wang was born in the deep valley, where the gold sand was cleared.The wind and rain are almost in the middle of the sky, and you can climb the river and look far away.Stepping on the cliff of thousands of feet, looking down on the dragon pool in the depths.The ruins of the exiled immortals, the etherealness of the city of Huahua.In the morning dew of the imperial bowl, you can see the solitary mark of the lotus.Knock the cloud gate and look at the Tianzhu, and the immortals dance in Qinghao.Just like the opening of the double pepper, the real person rides the sun and walks alone.Cui Gaiping is close to Shizhao, and Qixia is covering Tianmu.The two gods are promoted to Cuiwei, and the nine sons are next to Jidao.Flame burns from the jade receptacle, the literary algae of rotten stone tablets.Back to Chengqiu in the pillow moon, Jian Shaowei's star.After overturning the Ou and inheriting the dripping green, Li Li spreads the banner and stands outside the clouds.Go down to Anchan and walk freely, and look at the double springs at the end of the pine.Beyond the Xihong River, the Yellowstone is resting, hanging hundreds of feet away.

Laze flows and lingers, leaving stone boats in the stream; calling white cranes in Yunfeng, fishing for fish in Longmao; leaning on the blue groves, thanking the troubles of the world.Climb Qiyun's cutting, and learn from the vastness of colored glaze.Along the Dongyang and the Western calendar, the cattail grass of the nine festivals.The woodcutter guided Yu Yiming to explore and arrange the Yao Island of Biyun.The mountains and hills are clouded with mist, and the dawn of yin and yang is lost.The seven cloths are heavy, and the tortoise hides and returns.Acting as an eminent monk and recruiting talents will open up the glory of the day.Try Mingming Mingming in Chunyang, the Yuanqiu where the clouds hang down; Lingxiubi and occupy the stone house, what is the twist of Manjusri's snails?Looking forward to the arch of the ladder, and looking forward to picking up treasures.The black clothes go to Huang Pao, and the quiet beauty of the death is off.Birds call spring in Conghuang, and Yunshao's 鷕鷕, arouse the morning revival of Yu, and the star river falls on the eaves;The flowers and trees are as beautiful as Zhuo, and they are vying for beauty by the morning brilliance.The peeling and pecking of the sound of static scorpions, the ginseng and ferns of the Youren drama are in the dark.The green rooster is squatting in the green forest, and the pheasant turns over the clouds and loses its light.Hidden smashing medicine to school radish, carrying a pot of cakes to burn and fly around.The phoenix inherits Meng Guan's legacy, and drinks the celestial spirits; the shy bamboos fly to play, and gather the curls of the sycamore branches.Lan wants to rain and it starts to fall, and it sounds wet and wet in Jiang Bao; after three trips, it turns green, and the sky is fragrant in the misty.Xihongtan washes the tassels with tassels, and floats the peaches and raises the onyx.The gurgling and the falling shade, the swiftness and cunning of drinking apes.Looking at the ax and Ke, he rose up and returned, hoping to be immortal in the cloud.Compassion Zijing's former residence, the money to know the little peach.The golden light flashes, and the eyelashes are tired in the dome.Playing mysterious beads in Chishui, dancing thousands of feet of diving dragons.And the flower pond is extremely steep, and the fragrant forest is soaring.The abruptness of Futu is like the emerald waves of five hairpins.Xi Zhenfang is in Jueyi, swaying with golden steps.Shaluo lingers, fragrant and brilliant, the enchanting beauty of a jade girl.The dragon must be in the spirit treasure, falling into the bowl and swaying.The celestial palms are embedded in the mountain, and the green fragrance is scattered far and wide.Wearing white clouds and walking around to worship longevity, see the monk's house in Cancuo.The sun is setting and the mountains are dark, and the stars are hanging in the cave.In the bright moon of Nantai, the tiger roars and howls in the night.Herds of deer and elk swim to the left and right, like Cen Liao who is a couple.It's so cold that I can't sleep, I hear the flute in the ice valley.

Li Qing, the girl of the stream, is exposed to the art, and the spring seedlings are mixed with essence.Invite Yu to drink jade liquid, eat jade grains of Qiongyao; resign and go away, saxia's train is fluttering.Looking back at Zhongfeng.Or the magic trick.But when I saw the winding of Yangling, I suddenly felt the key to Ziming.After the death, I will be independent from the world, and quarry Shizhi in the sky.Although he grew up in a remote place, he was always away from the noise.The arrest of Li in the blue sky will solidify my compatriots in life; if the power of Gou Dian Lian can help me, how can I be as weak as a hair!The wilderness is more and more rampant, and the king's division is rushing to work.I would rather not ask the long tassels to be under the que, and make the pottery of my life soon?Gu Li is small but has heavy responsibilities, fearing defeat or being defeated; and when he is out of position to seek a long way, he will never blame the wren.Alas, there is a narrow pass in life, waiting to be wiped out in the wind and bubbles; what is the wealth and honor?It is a dynasty of glory.Excited for a long time, concealing heroes in Penghao.I sincerely cannot rot like grass and trees, so how can I avoid the chatter of beaks!

It's over!I ride the sun and the moon with my whip and wind, and I am covered by the emerald robe of Jiuxia.Tuning the wings of a roc in Beiming, fishing for the giant ao in the three mountains.Drive to Kunlun and stop driving, listening to the Queen Mother's cloud.Hu Fuqiu Yu Zijin, recruiting the three Maos of the song.Traveling in the blue sky for a long time, we are too empty and carefree. Luan said: "The contempt of the penghu is the place where the immortals flee; the pretense of Jiuhua is the place where I will nest here."The feet of bandit dust are disturbing, and Nianju Yuzhi is tired.Gou Chu's heart can be shown, but it can never be scratched!

Bing Yin Zhengde Bingyin, a certain crime was banished to Guiyang, and he took the road to Yuan and Xiang.Feel Qu Yuan's matter, hang it for the sake of writing.The words said: The mountains are gloomy and the river night waves, the wind is whistling and the trees are falling.Is there a place where the pan is flowing?Zhanjiao醑 Xihangxiang tired.The clouds are dark and the moon and stars are obscuring, and the ice is cold and the sleet is falling again.Where is Tired Palace?I feel sad and sad.Gao Anxi Qiqi, correcting mistakes Xi Xiaozhi.There is no mercy in the abyss, and there are dragons in the caves.The mountains are boundless, and the empty valleys are lonely.The ape chirped and chanted the rain, and the bear howled and the tiger intersected.How can I care for the poor who are tired of reading?There are no people in the four mountains, and the foxes and rats are frightened; the demons roam and dance, and they are tired and treacherous.Jealous of tiredness and uprightness, rebellion is a calamity, compared with Shangguan, Zilan is a shame.The secluded industry is thin, and the husband and wife are weak, and the old capital is hurt.If you have doubts and doubts, you will make a speech.The road is full of snow and snow, and the Dongting is small and the road is lost.Want Peng Xian to come to Jiangtan, and call Shen Tu to send an envoy.E drums and cypresses come and Feng Yi dances, chatting about traveling in Xiangzhipu.Riding on the wave, I am in Lanzhu, and I am alone in the old capital.If you don't return it, Ying is a ruin, and you are depressed and want to speak!Ying is a ruin, and letters are also burned, and slanderers and ghosts are slaughtered, and they will soon not be rewarded.For thousands of years, Geng Zhongyan, the king can be restored, and the emperor will be rebellious.Looking to escape to Weiyang, Ji is imprisoned and pretends to be crazy.Difficult and chaste, dark and bright, and pregnant like a person, I will retreat to Tibet.The fall of the Zongguo destroys the heart and liver, and the middle way is difficult when loyal and angry.Reluctantly, I can't bear it, and I feel at ease when I sink down.The flattery of the heroes is slanderous, and the madness of the crowd is called tiredness.I have become a slander, a slander, a concubine, a slander, a concubine, and a concubine.Tired and suddenly lift the dragon in the cloud.The mist is dark and the wind is blowing; across the four seas, there is a sudden, and the jade is rushing upwards; looking down, there is a big gully, and the mountains and rivers are desolate and sparse.The past is endless, and the nostalgia for the old capital is curled up.

Luan said: Sun and Xixi, Yuanxiang flow, Chu Mountain is steep, and there is no winter and autumn.Tired and not seeing tears, the world is getting narrower, who knows that I am worried! Gengchen Yu Qianye, the official of Yangmingzi, has a beautiful tree after him.Looking back after eating, it is like swimming in the garden of his hometown at a deep foot.The pavilion is built under it, and the name is "Sigui". The disciples said to each other: "Return! The master's service is in the military revolution, but not in the emblem. He is cold and hot, and he is in the dark, and his hair is rustling, and his color is scorched. Although his heart Solid clamor and clamor, but it is inevitable to groan, groan, groaning, and groaning! It’s vain to toil in vain? What’s more, the long valleys are far away, and the poor forests are few and far between. Yan, and woodcutter Yan, it is also possible to go and not be suitable. A husband retreats from the body to be full of integrity, and he knows a lot; The period is also. And today’s return, do you think it’s thinking?” Then he said to each other: “Master’s thought of returning is also in Chen Zhi’s arms? The boy of our party is crazy and simple, but he is as blind as he is. If there is no marriage, it is not the return of my master, who will judge it?" Then he said to each other: "Whoa, the master will get his home, and the people of Situ will lose his home! The world is so big, And if everything is true, who is the reason? Although, the master gets his return, and then he gets the Tao. But the world is not in the Tao, so it is his trade. The husband gets the Tao and the ambition is complete, and the ambition is complete. Discipline, and reconciliation makes people safe. The disciples of the husband and wife have never been able to return. But today’s return is doubtful? Is it because of thinking?”

When Yangmingzi heard it, he sighed in surprise and said: I think so!I think!My dear is old, and I think he is my spare time?Although, the words are also, at the beginning, my selfishness; secondly, my capital; and secondly, my arrogance.It's singing with the aid of the piano.The song says: Come back, come back, and be suspicious!My deeds are always wrong, and my relatives are declining;Come back, come back, the words of the second and third sons! Bing Yin In the eleventh month of Zhengde Bingyin winter, Shouren was sent to Jinyi Prison for his crimes.The internal litigation of the province is mentioned from time to time.Once it is released, it is recorded.

He Xuan's long night, quietly Yu Huai's lonely knot.Under the severe frost, it becomes colder, and the bright moon is in the gap.The wind hummed to hate the wood, and the bird screamed and did not stop.The soul is in a trance, and the eyes are so insane!There are people in the cold and cold, and I don't know where they are from.The night show turns to nine, and it sticks to the lapel like a silk.Hu Dingxing is so indifferent, how can he be as sweet as a shepherd?Huai Qian's philosophy is bright, and Zhou Rong is ashamed to compare.He Tiangao is in the dark, who can observe Yu's heart?The bandits feel sorry for the tired prisoners, and the bandits give them as threats.The vastness of Pei Hongbo, the mistyness of creating clouds and hills; the taxation drives it to rest, and how will it be followed in the end?Whose gall and scrofula are in the neck, what is the injury of tired feet?Smoky eyes and no care, only the blind think it is normal.Confucianism is deeply rooted in Kong Xun, and evil criticism is regarded as straightforward.When I meet you in the alley during the euphemism, how can I say nothing?The emperor's selflessness is here, and the love is exhausted for him!I don't know who would rather protect herself, but what is the meaning of scrofula.If you are out of position, you are guilty, and those who believe in foolishness and loyalty are desperate.Gou Shengming is beneficial, even if he is close to death, how can he pity him! Luan said: "I will be in the middle of the year, and the years are coming!"In the deep valley and Kongtong, you can swim with your dying breath;The joy is the same, but the unevenness is worrying.Bandits cultivating fame and admiring benevolence are asking for it, but when it comes from the destiny, why worry about it! Shoujian brother returns to say benevolent song Chu Sheng is farewell and also agrees with him There are green bamboos in the courtyard, and birds chirping in the trees; when the younger sister comes, the younger brother walks with him.The bamboo is green and the rain is windy, and the birds are chirping from the east to the west!When the younger brother returns home, who will be the same as the elder brother?The river clouds are dark in summer and rain, and the river waves are misty and melancholy; Brothers are separated for a moment, where are brothers thinking about brothers?Jing Yiyi is like mulberry elm, and Nian Chong is like living away from home;There are caves in the mountains, there are clouds in the caves, and there are ravines in the deep forests.The pines are falling and the geese are tired, the apes are chirping and the cranes are complaining.The people on the mountain don't come back, and the mountain ghosts roar in the daytime and smoke falls up and down.The wind curls up and the sweet-scented osmanthus falls, and the grass is luxuriant and the spring is late.Renovate the house and see the clouds, desolate the garden and see the sun of the stream; drive tigers and leopards without trampling on me, and disturb elk and deer without scaring me.Jie Yuxi Zhongfu, entrusted to Peixi Jiangmei.Don't chase after the past, and lament the decline of Fengde's day; if you will be frustrated with your husband, who will avoid it.Back to Yujiaxi Fusang, drum to Yuxi Canglang.In the end, I will bring you to the empty valley, and pick up three beautiful flowers to wander around. Zhengde Bingzi Nangan Alas!If there is no rain for ten days, there will be no crops in the fields; if there is no rain for one month, there will be no waves in the river; if there is no rain for one month, the people will already be sick; if there is no rain for another month, what will the people do?Xiaomin is innocent, God blames the people!The governor's dereliction of duty is my fault.Alas!The thieves and thieves are the people's great settlements, and the heavens may be guilty of this, and the mighty power will be angry; what is the crime of the people, and all the jade and stone are burned?Alas!What is the crime of the people, and why is the sky so angry?The clouds are rising spontaneously, and the rain is hereby descending to the soil.His crimes are curbed, and we mourn for this poverty! Thirty-five Poems of Returning to Yue, in the year of Hongzhi Renxu. The spring mist at the gate of the cave covers the deep pine, and the flying steps wrap around the idling stone peaks.The fierce tiger sits on the cliff like a scorpion, and once the fault area is reached, this mountain never tires of coming. The lingering bird path enters Yunsong, and goes down to the Baier Peak in Hunan.The rock dog comes out of the tree when it barks, and the mountain monk rings the bell to welcome guests.Ling Biaozhi's danger is really healing the sick, and exploring the wonders in the future is the old track.If you want to buckle the Lingguan and ask the alchemy formula, the spring breeze is separated by many radish. Occasionally looking for the peak of the eunuch Chunchun, I once went to Hun and believed it was a dream.Asuka goes to the edge of the plank road, and there is a secluded palace where Feng Yi lives.Clouds in the stream are raining on thousands of rocks at night, and the moon in the sea is cool and windy.At night, the cliffs lie in the Dan cave, and there are princes in the mountains. One lies in the meditation room, and the heart of the new year, Wufeng Yanyue listens to the apes.The flying turbulence reflects the trees and hangs the beryl, and the fragrance powder blows the fragrance and drops the fine gold.The emerald wall is covered with frost and moss every year, and the stone bed is full of rain and flowers in spring.Shengyou's eyes are all gone, and Jane re-inscribed the bamboo forest. The emerald wall is endless to look at, and the mountain pool is clearer.The light leaves falling in the deep forest are not the sound of autumn. There are thousands of caves in the strange rock, and half of the old pine.When the breeze sprinkles the cave, it is when I come again. The scorching heat in the world cannot be avoided, and the cool breeze is in the deep mountains.Sitting by the pool for three days, I suddenly saw green trees and red rocks. Two to Fufeng Xingchang drama, three days drunk sleep do not know how to return.The scenery in front of me is different, but the voice of people is like the world. The clear snow blows the cold and the spring is thick, and the winter in Jianglou is still in March.The green mountains follow the corridors secretly, and the blue sea really becomes a shortcut.The wind is warm and the eaves and teeth are double swallows, and the clouds are deep and the curtain is heavy with thousands of flowers.Yilan Tianbei looked back suspiciously, imagining that the Dan ladder descended to the six dragons. The wind blows the sound of cicadas, Lin Wo startles the new autumn.The mountain pool is quiet and clear, and the summer heat has also been absorbed.White clouds come out of Qingfeng, suddenly forming Qionglou.Sitting barebacked on the rocks of the stream, I have a long heart for him.Sudden and indeterminate, change is unpredictable.Haoran made a long howl, and suddenly a pair of white gulls appeared. The mountains are empty and the autumn night is quiet, the moon is bright, the pines and cypresses are cool.Walking along the stream in the moonlight, the shadow of the stream shakes in the sky.The mountain old man speaks across the water, and the wine is ripe for me to taste.Kuaiyi wades across the stream and leads away from the bamboo house with a smile.Modestly say that it is worth the night, and there is no way to eat a meal.Luhuaming orange pomelo, picking and presenting ice plate incense.Washing the cups for entertainment, singing into the boundless.Drunk and brushed on the rock to lie down, and then forget each other when the words are returned. looking for spring Ten mile lake light puts a small boat, 谩 looking for spring events and Xichou.Jiang Ou realized that he flew away suddenly, and the wild old man just stayed with him because of his deep affection.The evening grass is fragrant with rain, and the nine peaks are clear and scattered streams.We enjoy ourselves everywhere, why bother Lanting to talk about old travels? Ten years of labor and dreams in the sea of ​​dust, the eyes are clearer again today.Good times hate Su's old pen, and there is congratulations for begging for return.The green forest where the white mallard flies is at night, and the bright edge of the emerald wall returns to the sky.Drunken Lake Yunsu Lake Temple, I don't know the mountains and moons fall into the river city. Don't guess if you hide the red makeup, you know it's lotus blossoms in the forest.You don't need to come when you are drunk and lying down, there is a fragrant wind blowing on your face. Cangfeng embraces the peaks, and the emerald waterfall surrounds Shuangxi.There is a secluded house below, and Luo Shen's guests are fascinated. The spring night lies without a phase, and the moon shines on the flowers in Wuxi.Wash your eyes with water, and look at Jiuhua through clouds.In Yantou Golden Buddha Kingdom, the home of the immortals.It's as if hearing the Shenghe and the crimson clouds falling in the blue sky. The haze outside the world is also Xu Shi, and the style has caused future generations to think about it.But thinking about Liu Xiang's past, it is not as good as playing chess in the mountains. The old monk rocks his house, surrounded by pines and bamboos.I hear spring birds singing in the morning, and stay with rock tigers at night. Sitting and looking at Jiuhuabi, floating clouds give birth to Xiaohan.Mountain spirits should be cherished in secret, and ordinary people should not be allowed to see them. The forest rain is heard in the quiet night, and the spirit of the mountain seems to want to stay.I only worry about the slippery steps and stones, and I can't get to the peak. Huacheng lives high in the mountains and deep in the mountains, and the pavilions invade from the upper world out of thin air.The sky is clear and the moon is bright in autumn, and the light rain in the world is overcast.Bolong descends to Yunshengzuo, and when Yanhu returns, the wind fills the forest.My favorite mountain monk can do good things, and the lights in the night hall accompany lonely chants. The window of Yunlixuan is half-hooked, and you can see the river flowing in the distance.The sun rises in the high forest and dawn at midnight, and the valley is windy in June and autumn.When will the self-pity of the fairy bones turn away, and the fate of the world will feel that this life is floating.In the middle of the night, Penglaixing suddenly rises and flies to the twelfth floor of the blue sky. There are stars in the corners of the clouds, and the cassocks on the pine tops are scattered with rain flowers.One hundred and six peaks open Bihan, and eighty-four steps step on Zixia.The golden coffin is buried with fairy bones in the empty mountains, and the jade buds are picked out by Shizhi in the warm spring.Talk about the dust and smoke alone, smile the world is really boundless. Huacheng Tianshang Temple, Shideng Eight Stars.The alchemy well is opened outside the cloud, and the stone field is plowed at the peak.The moon-bright ape listens to the gatha, and the wind-quiet crane participates in Zen.Wiping my eyes today, I cherish twenty years. Outside the monk's house, the smoke is falling, and the mountains are deep and peerless.Longjing water is used for tea, and Shitian sand is used for rice.The fragrance is thin and cloudy, and the window is covered by the peak.Lin Qi has nothing to do, he plays Danxia all day long. The Qiong Pavilion is suddenly opened, and the dawn bell is scattered.Rice leaves yellow rice grains, flowers and hairpins.The golden bone hides the spiritual pagoda, the gods illuminate the distant peaks, what is the vastness?The old monk's words are left behind. Thousands of people have gone, but there are still temples in the empty mountain.Bamboo deep barren old trails, moss co-lost monument.Yunyu Luowenzao, streams and springs are dream thoughts.The old monk still didn't understand it, and he still asked for a poem. The hidden place of the Immortal Building has been a high wind for thousands of years.The clouds disperse the nine peaks and the rain, and the rocks fly a hundred feet.Temple monks pass on the past, and poets hang on to the remains.Looking back at the boundless place, Qingshan was filled with emotion. Ling Ya looks at the twin peaks, where is the confusion?Zai worships the northwest wind and sweeps away the mist for me. The night is quiet and cool, with light clouds scattered in the blue sky.The crescent moon is hung on the jade hook, revealing the green hibiscus. The spirit is ninety thousand feet high, and Xiaohan is born in the gap.The immortal beckoned me and waved Qing Yun. The lonely moon emerges from the cloud gate, and the autumn scenery sits on the blue waves.The night is long and the group is absolutely beautiful, only shining on the palace brocade robe. Aoyama couldn't help but look towards the middle of the moon.Returning to the city tomorrow, the wind and dust are sad. There are thousands of clouds under the rock, and thousands of peach trees at the entrance of the cave.No one came all the year round, but Xu Shanseng lived there. Leaning on the Cang Yu stick in the cold spring sky, I return alone from the top of Jiuhua Peak.In the deep clouds of Ke’s grass pavilion, there are plum blossoms blooming beside bamboo. Hongzhi resumed work in the Jiazi year, and the main test was done in Shandong. Xiao ascended the Taishan Road, walking into the smoke.The sun shines on the rocks, and the autumn looks light and bright.The ladder is hung on the green wall, and the spider's thread is seen when looking up.The long wind blows the sea color, and the heavenly clothes are sent away.Sheng music is played on the top of the peak, and young children depend on each other.Zhenyi will follow, Lingyun suddenly flies high.Waving hands as if waiting for each other, Danxia shines afterglow.Every body has no healthy feathers, and I am disappointed that I can't return. two He Cuiwei at Tianmen, see Qing Yunfu below.The world is full of misery, and the sky is full of openness.The darkness rises from the ground, and the night stays upstairs in the sky.The rooster crows in the middle of the night, and the sun rises at the head of the East China Sea.There are vaguely Penghu trees, and ethereal Fusang Island.The great song falls into Qingming, and the legacy echoes into the Cangliu.Tang Yu changed from Chu to Han, and disappeared like a wind.How can the Emperor of Qin beg for the despise of the Heshan Immortal?The gold dust takes the sun and the moon, but it is hard to stay in a decadent face.My intention is in Panggu, to control the coolness coldly.Xiangqi Guangchengzi, too empty to travel.Withered to Yangu, Huang Qi is not enough. three The peaks are clustered together, hiding the green hibiscus.The high platform leans against the cut, leaning towards the Kongtong.I stumbled and fell into the smoke, and my bones fell into the cliff.It's hard to understand the stupidity, and it's broken and broken.We sit and watch the sun, cover the clouds and laugh at the wind.After Chishui asked Xuan, Cangwu called Chongtong.Faintly falling into the sky, the door is closed and Linglong is opened.Don't go back to the way, the troubled world will be poor! Four The net of dust is bitter and restrained, and the grass of riches and honor is dew!It's better to ride a white deer and swim east into Pengdao.Looking towards Mount Tai, the Hong Tao is far away; the sun shines out of the sea clouds, and comes to make the dawn of heaven.Seeing Bixia Jun in the distance, Li Qiao rises gracefully.The jade girl Ziluansheng blows into Qinghao with both hands.I can't see it with my head up, and I bow to Feng Haohao.Throw me "Yuxu Pian", and I haven't finished reading it; there is a long-browed old man next to me, who can point out the way one by one.Since then, the gold sand has been refined, and the traces of the world are like sweeping away. Fives When I couldn't save him, Kuang helped Zhi Kongda.Take care of me, and my urgency doesn't matter.Sitting alone on the top of ten thousand peaks, suddenly leaving behind a piece, what can I ask for?To understand that Si is here.Indifferent is not empty, free and easy without stalks.When the world hears my words, if they don't laugh, they will be weird; I don't force my words, but I just smile again.Lu Sou can't do it, so let's talk about it. Ou Shengcheng is a native of Chu, but he knows how high Mount Lu is.The height of Lushan Mountain can still be counted, like Mount Tai, looking up in a trance, I don't know if it is still under the blue sky?Has it gone straight out of the blue sky?I want to imitate and try "Mount Tai Gao", but I am afraid that Pei Yan's opinion will not be able to recognize the height, and the foundation of the brush will be difficult to form.Fuyu's majestic vitality clock, abruptly half-covering the world and the east; Hengxi Taihua in the south and north.Looking down on the hunchback, who will compete for the throne?The vastness of the human world is hidden at first glance, and the thunderstorm first unravels the Hongmeng; the red ladder is embroidered on the wall, and the smoke is falling;Pinglu embraces Canghai Bay far away, and Riguan is facing Fusang.Listen to the sound of the waves pouring down, and know the east meeting of all rivers.The stone fan of Tianmen opens suddenly; the cliffs and valleys are buried in folds.Among them, there is a stream of chasing the world, the tortoise and the female lie down, and the rosy clouds absorb the beauty among them, often strange and talented.There is a turbulence of hundreds of feet on the top, and the hanging rocks piercing the clouds go straight down. Its origin is suspected to come from the blue sky.Smoke came out from Yantoufu every inch, and it torrentially spread all over Jiugai in an instant.In ancient times, there were seventy-two lords in Dengfeng; later, they followed each other, and they were like rain; jade inspection and gold letters were all done, but now they are buried.But seeing the white clouds still rising, the sealed and broken stele has no words, the sun and the moon are grinding outside the sky;The sky is emerald and far away, and the setting sun is far away from thousands of peaks.Lujiao gets Lin, Qiyang meets Phoenix; bright halls are destroyed, boring palaces are prosperous.Xuan Ni dragged his stick, Xiaoyao was gone forever, Youquan sobbed and mourned, and the mountains bowed like sending each other off.Looking up at the universe, looking at each other for thousands of years, falling into the mountains and Qiaoyue, still under its light; the majesty matches the sky, and no one dares to challenge it.How can I look out of the door and wall, as if looking into the room?Also come to cling to the relics, under three thousand, I don't know, maybe I will be the last line.Wow!The height of Mount Tai cannot be exceeded.Looking back on the half wall, I don't realize that I am already in the east. In the year of Hongzhi Yichou, when the head of the Ministry of War was removed I love Longquan Temple, and the monks are quite sparse.Sitting on the well fence all day long, sometimes lying under the pine.Don't leave the mountains and clouds overnight, and travel by chariot and horses for three years.I am ashamed to kill the spring under the rock, and I will clear it day and night. Farewell to Longshan Cloud for a long time, when I dream of Longshan Rain.It's cool to sleep in the pillow, where are you brothers?Walking in the wind and dust all the year round, why is it like living in the mountains?A hundred years old is like turning a canopy, and flicking clothes will go away from then on. How is the old uncle?The old mind does not change.Sophistication and feelings, time does not wait for each other.May I ask among my peers, how many neighbors are there?From now on, let's be happy, and there will be no regrets for the past! Wuxie is a beautiful landscape, and I want to visit it in my life.Send the son back to the province, and the situation of the perch will return to autumn.The detective must be strong, and the world is bitter.In the spring breeze next year, Chang'an will remember the old man Qiu. I have a dream of the West Lake, and the West Lake also dreams of me.After three years of separation, what happened recently?In addition, there are all sages here, and he will end up in Bulu.But I am afraid that I will return to Japan, and you will be detained by Xuan Mian. Uncle Yang is Boyang, where is Boyang?The avenue is the heart, and it has not changed through the ages.Longevity is seeking benevolence, and Jindan is not for outsiders.Thirty years in my life, now I regret it! Jianshui is blue all year round, and Yunshan is free all day long.The old mountain cannot be reached, and every dream is related.Wu Leopard speaks of Chang Yin, Yun Long wants to climb together.Fate knows the meaning of Danhe, but has not won the Zichen class. In a long-term view, a flat boat usually travels alone.Spring breeze Meishi late, moonlight Jianhu autumn.It's good to have haze in the sky, it's still left for the world.From now on, we should go forward bravely, and report to Jiangou first. Zhengde Bingyin year above December, disobeyed and rebelled against Jin, and went to Jinyi Prison to work. It's cold and cloudy, and the ice and snow are off the river.There are sprites in the secluded room, and you know the night forever when you are sleepless.The startling wind blows up the trees, suddenly like waves.I have a good heart and steal a stone, and I am moved for Qi Xin!Talk about the things in front of you, and the dead go and follow each other.The cliffs are poor enough to reach, and the water is deep enough to swim in.How do you know that it is not the sun and the moon, who are acting in disorder?The deep valleys meander, and the hazy days are long.In Kuangshi, you are a sage, and you are back to Genglong! There is a room like a bamboo, Zhou Zhichong.Stuffed like a hole, no autumn and winter! Gengbi's house leaks, and the sky enters it.Looking at the sun and the moon, how can you not reach it! It's dark and bright, and it's desolate with the wind.The rain and the snow fell during the day. What a night, full of stars and lights.Is there no day?Sigh forever! The heart is worried, the bandit family and the bandit room.Or it will be opened, and it will be sacrificed to the bandits. The sun is full of dust, the sun is shining, the abyss is full of drums, and the Ming Dynasty is prosperous. The dynasty is over, and the day is over.I think for a long time, it's so extreme! What's the matter with being imprisoned?Save the guilt and fear the food and drink.Sitting in peace and playing "Yiyi", you can see the subtleties after washing your mind.Knowing the congenital old man, there is the ultimate teaching in painting.Baomengjie is a bandit, and the child's affairs are early; Jianjian is a bandit, and he is not against the way. "Escape" wins my heart four times, and "Gu" protects itself.Looking up at the sky and the earth, everything is magnificent.There is more fun in Tan Lai, which is a good idea.You can forget my old age at the foot of "Yangming". Sitting up and down for ten days into wood and stone, I am suddenly shocked and homesick at the end of the year.The high eaves don't reach the ground during the day, and they go to bed late at night.At the top of the peak, Jixue opens the grass pavilion, and the ancient pine and stone houses under the waterfall.The ape in the river crane cave is safe, and the spring river returns to my prime minister. You can see the bright moon in the eaves, and you can also see the frost on the ground.The guest got up in the middle of the night, and the emperor's tears stained his clothes.The bandit suffers from severe frost, and mourns the bright moonlight.The moonlight is like flowing water, wandering and shining on the high hall.Hu is in this secluded room, dying and suddenly surpassing Feiyang?The dead are out of reach, and those who come are still expected.There is luck in the surplus, how can you forget the sigh! The end of the world is frosty at the end of the year, and there are few people in Yongxiang.In the long night, the stars look at the pavilion road, and in the dawn sky, the bells and drums are separated from the cloud tower.Homesick with tears and still sick, the newspaper owner is incapable of making long-distance investment.Keep Shengping's eyes in place, and lie on Cangzhou in a coir hat. I don't know the year in the secluded room, the night is long and the day is short.But seeing the moon in the house, the clear light is full.The beauties have a banquet in the clear night, and there are many silks to mourn; Zhu Ge comes out of the floating clouds, singing sadly.I would rather know a woman in a secluded room, and sigh alone in the middle of the night!A good man is a knight-errant, and he will never return after years.When will you come and return?The years are suddenly too late.When I was depressed, I read Zongsi, and my tears were as long as hail. I often miss my old friends when I live, and my book collar becomes rich, and my two or three friends are despised, so this is a hairpin!After many years of imprisonment, the lectures and recitations have not stopped.Shackles dare to forget crimes?The Tao is good enough to be happy.What I hate is sincere and sincere, but I still say nothing.The king of heaven is originally a saint, but he is already hot.Traveling to Tibet is not expected, and it will be time to say goodbye to you.May the word be free from deception, and strive to be the former philosopher! Zhengde Ding Maonian went to Guiyang to work as a post in Longchang The heart of going to the country has been threatened, and the other son is full of pity.Yi You complains about Xin Xi, and the situation is thousands of miles away!When love crosses the road, how can you hold your hand silently?My son lives with my brother Kun, and I am a distant relative; thinking back to Shushuihuan, how can I envy my son!Zhizi misses me so much, Suye dares to forget!Conscience is loyal and trustworthy, and barbarians are not my relatives. The north wind is called Chunshang, and the floating clouds are galloping south.The situation is lost, and each is at the end of the world.Ke Zihuai went to the road, and he rarely looked at the stars; he drove to Changsaka and entered Lanfei all the way.Stay at the bottom of Cangshan Mountain, foggy and rainy.Intervals are insignificant, and the daylight is faint.Don't be afraid to cherish a good friend, and never betray your heart! Wen Zifu Mao House, when did you come and return?Suo is in the middle of Chuyue, and the peaks are towering.Reminiscing about the hidden in the rock, the road is poor and the edge is poor.River clouds move Cangbi, mountains and moon flow Chengchuan.In the morning, the quarry is on the Zhishi, and in the evening, the Songjian Spring is washed.Goose Lake has previous appointments, and Deer Cave has many posthumous articles.Send my son Chunhong a book, and wait for me on the Qiujiang boat. Yangmingzi's Nanye and his friend Zhan Yuanming wrote nine chapters to Cui Zizhong and gave him five poems, so Yangmingzi wrote eight chants to answer them. Jun Mo sings nine chapters, singing to break my heart.Slight words break the loneliness, and recite farewell chants.The sadness of parting is still shallow, and the slight feeling of words is too deep.The pottery and fou are easy to harmonize with vulgarity, who will argue with Huang Zhongyin? second Jun Mo sings five poems, the increase of the song is away from worry.Do you have no good friends?Xun Lexiang travels.For example, peaches and plums are not plotting for warehouses.Don't forget the five poems, how can I ask for them? third Zhusi flowed slightly, and Yiluo was only like a thread; after three or four males, Xia Yu did not cover up.Lament to overestimate one's ability, lame period Zhiyuan.Repeated prosperity and repeated servants, anxiety is almost inevitable.When the Tao meets people with the same heart, it is upholding the integrity to advocate giving and daring; striving for the slightest, thousands of miles may be encouraged.The turmoil suddenly loses each other, and the tears of words are pure. Fourth Repay this reason with this heart, rather talk about yourself and others!Who sighs for being out of the crowd?In the vast world, what is not the same spring!Lovesickness often encourages, nothing is divided by the vulgar.But if the heart is inseparable, thousands of miles are like a blind date; if you don't see banquets and friends, will you conquer Xu and perish? fifth Qi and Dao are inseparable, and the two are not sex.Kong Shengyu was speechless, so he responded in general when he went to school.A gentleman is diligent about small things, and accumulation is a success.I recite the Poor Suo Pian, and Yu Zi has heard his orders; Sixth Quietness is not emptiness, there is something in the middle that is not in the middle.What is there and what is there?The sky becomes empty.No desire to see the real body, forgetting to help is useless.The most mysterious machine, which is not the child and the poor! Seventh Reminiscence and farewell to the beauty, give me Qinglang letter.I didn't dare to say it after receiving it, and I started to keep silent when I burned incense;The road is too far to fear, and the concubine will not be ashamed in the end. its eight Remember to say goodbye to the beauty, and benefit me Yun Jinshang.Brocade clothes are not expensive enough, so I left my cold heart.What is left of the intestines?The vow will never change.Cherish the beauty and love, and look forward to late autumn. In the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, Yu had a period of Hengyue and Luofu, and he wrote "Southward Journey" to apply for a contract. How far south is the journey, Cangshan also travels south.How can Hengyang geese not see Yantai book?Mo Ge Fengpu Song, Mo Diao Xiangjun Ancestral Hall.The misty rain in Cangwu is absolutely absolute, from whom to ask the nine doubts? second Nine doubts cannot be asked, and Luo Fu is as easy to climb.Pay homage to Luo Fuyun from afar, and lay a double jade ring.The faint wave of Dongting, when will the east die?If people don't work hard, the grass and trees will wither! third How vague is Dongting, how Cuiwei is Hengyue!The wind blows back the geese and snow, and the beauty has not returned?I have Ziyu Pei, and I keep it on the Furong Terrace.There is Jiaolong Gorge below, which often makes clouds and thunder. Recalling the Past: Qiao Baiyan sent three poems to the Chai Market Reminiscing about past appointments with the king, playing "Yi" to explore the mystery.Jun travels to Xishan, and returns after years.Fang will be exhausted, and suddenly he will resign.Thousands of miles away, can we expect safety in the future?Ask me the formula of longevity, if you are confused, I will be deceived!Between the profit and loss news, there is a world of secrets.The holy madness is separated by a world, and he loses by a tiny bit. second What's the point?Only in public and private.What is the debate between public and private?Heaven and man.Isn't the body expensive?There is no loss in practice.May you respect morality and ask academic journals to be fragmented.Don't be enslaved by qi, don't be suspected by things; be calm and self-disciplined, concentrate and specialize.What's the matter with the game?Chanting has a temperament, and it is not appropriate to lose one's will.If you don't love advice, Siyu can see it with a sneer; just ask Chai Xuzi, what do I say? third Chaixu is my favorite, the spring sun overflows the eyebrows; Baiyan is my favorite, silent and long as foolish.The temple utensils of the Erjun Gallery give the appearance of Yishan Spring.The measure is better than the tooth's virtue, and the elders are all my teachers.Put me at the end of the five, and the common people also forget the admiration and humility.Thousands of miles away, no doubts about two things.The north wind sent the south geese to comfort me. One day's cherishment and restraint of the gift, try to answer the three poetic flavors, if there is any apology, it is also a fu Day after day, to Ziri is far away.Benefit me Jinshiyan, depression failed to develop.There are occasions in life, and friendship is especially important.Taste and scoff at the sorrow of children, but worry is still unavoidable.Reminiscing about the Cangzhou period, chatting to comfort Chi Wan. second It's too late to sigh, and each life has its own life.Thousands of miles away, the rivers and mountains are gloomy.I can't sleep at night, so I start to look at Jiang Yueguang.Love is good and self-restraint, beauty is hard to forget. third The beauty seems to be visible across the river.The wind blows the reeds and snow, where do you know where they are drifting?Beauty has Yao Se, Qing Zou contains Taikoo.On a tall building with a moonlit night, who is melancholy drumming for? The Kunji dialect of Dream and Suppression, Zhan Cui, is all there, and I feel it because I remember three poems The dream talks to the old man, and the language makes me miss you.It's only ten days away, just like the three-autumn period.Let my younger brother sit by my side, flexing his fingers as if doing something; in a moment Zhan Jun arrives, Cui Zixing follows.The food and wine are listed in a row, and the words and laughter are as usual.Even if you talk about micro-Austria, you will forget your words.What do you feel?Sit up empty sigh consultation! second Sitting up and remembering dreams, silently retracing the past and the past; first talking about self-existence, and then talking about the infinity of human beings.Promises come and go, and all the connections come out; all transformations have no downtime, and when will the connections stop!Hu Weixin who came?Those who go to Hu Weiqu?Wei Zai bends the letter, and Ziwu is the bend.Feizi is as subtle as possible, who can judge this principle?In He Dangheng's room, we played Yi Yi together. third There was an appointment in Henglu, but there is no time to carry each other.The past has been overturned, so how can we know where we are going?The slanting moon is full and empty, and the shadows of the trees are uneven; the forest wind is bleak, and there are no branches in the fright.The second and third sons of Miaobi are too arrogant to think about it. Yin Yu and Du Yun In the evening hall, the rain is dredged and the firewood gate is dark, and the residual lotus is poured into the stone basin suddenly.White hair grows on the Cangjiang River thousands of miles away, how many people are sitting on the lights at dusk?On the journey, I feel that autumn arrives first, and only pity and chrysanthemums remain in the deserted path.But I recalled the farming and fishing place in my hometown, and the short minnows flute went down to Jiangcun. Going to Beixinguan, the next time I am exiled, I am happy to see all my brothers The boat is parked in the wind and rain at the river pass, and the brothers look at each other dreamily.It has been divided into death and death, but Ning Zhi survived by accident!If you throw yourself into wasteland, you will know that you are far away from your kindness, and if you are sick, you will be idle.There should be a day to bring you to plow woodcutters, so that we can move thatched huts to the Yunshan Mountains. The brook wind is deserted on Nanping Road, and the sick eyes are opened at the beginning of spring clothes.The new monks in Huazhu Ri are old, and the lakes and mountains are as old as before. I will come back.The rain on the floors is rushing to the green forests, and the ancient temples are clouded and cleared.The unique Youqin solution believes that Shuangfei is currently a reading desk. Lying sick and writing quietly Lying sick and empty mountains, spring and summer, you can know the quiet things in the mountains best.The sound of the spring under the rainy and sunny steps is urgent, and the moonlight is late among the pine trees at night.Put the roll with Sleeping Shiraishi.Untie the tassel and wash Qingyi at will.Wu Shanyue and Qiao are old enough to be old, but Yan Yun is thinking far away! Everyone on the river knows that the mountains are beautiful, and when we return to the peak, we see the gate of the temple open.There are clouds living in the half-empty pavilion, and there is no heat in the deep pine in June.The sick lung is thinking about moving the pillow mat, washing the heart and keeping away the dust.Fuchun is close to Yantao, and sometimes leans on the layer of clouds to look at Diaotai. Sick Yuyan Pavilion sits in front of the court, and the strange scene is so new that I have never heard of it.At the foot of the sun, a thousand hectares of fog are poured out, and the sound of rain is as high as ten thousand peaks and clouds.The mountains and rivers are Wuqiao, and the river moon follows the tide to the gate of Shanghai.I want to carry the book and grow old from now on, and I don’t teach the ape and the crane to change the text. Recalling the wind and snow in the farewell river, the hard years and the two invasions.Re-look at the limit of the relationship between the flesh and blood, let alone the old and deep.The sages can be expected to make up their minds first, and the mundane world has not escaped the heart of words.When I move my house, I live in Yanxia Valley, where the green water and green mountains sing to each other. Dan Yiyuan is not stagnant in the chest, why is the cloud passing through space!The night is quiet and the sea is 30,000 miles away, the moon is bright and the sky is blowing. Jianyu flies to Wanfengyun, looks back and hears under the moon.The sea is really the envoy of the Cangshui, and the Wuyi Lord is encountered in the mountains.At the beginning of the nine streams, I knew the way, and the abode began to reach the door for a thousand years.Go back to the high hall to comfort the whites, and explore more at the vernal equinox. Traveling in the mountains, wind and snow is thin and capable, and I will be happy with the flowers of the river to shine on the wild flight.Ben and his official career became lazy, and he was quite busy because of his poetry.The grass in the heart of the town is far away in spring, and the pine tops at the guest temples are greener in the evening. It is expected that the haze will eventually be divided, and there is no need to dream about the Xitang overnight. Recalling that I went down the road to Guiting in the east yesterday, and counted the peaks and flute pipes every autumn cloud.If you want to come, it will be troublesome, and there will be clouds when you come back again.The Spring Festival night is extremely pitiful, and the Lantern Festival is approaching, and the sound of the stream is best heard in the middle of the month.Traveling and hiding are useless, Jun Pingbu, please see the group of gulls and herons by the sand. The lights on the towers, the fire, the water, the west, the east, and the Xiaogu Xingqiao cross the blue sky.Where do you suddenly talk about the world?Only this moon is in the middle of a hundred years.It's a common thing to be lonely on a passenger journey, and it's an ancient custom to seek a meeting from afar.If you don't hesitate to write new poems after the farewell, Hengnan also has Feihong today. I haven't been to Shiting Temple for 20 years, but the west mountain is only old and green.The monk who hangs on the wall with a white brush has gone, and the red orchid shines on the water to repeat the scriptures.The distant trees in Shacun look at the spring, and the river and rain listen to the lonely canopy at night.Where is the old man still laughing?The east wind sings and the birds wake up from their dreams. I look forward to Shatoucheng sitting for a long time, Jiangzhou Chunshu He Qingqing.Hazy homeland is an empty dream, and wind and rain are really used to travel!Bai Bi is self-confident after many votes, but who will listen to Zhu Xianyi?Bianzhou's heart is full of old things, and he wakes up from laughing with fishermen alone. It is said that there are peak trees, ancient temples have spirits and gods, and Chu folks have many ghosts, and witch words can confuse people.Hope to save the old scriptures and defend the emperor and the people.世事浑如此，题诗感慨新！ 危栈断我前，猛虎尾我后，倒崖落我左，绝壑临我右。我足复荆榛，雨雪更纷骤，邈然思古人，无闷聊自有。无闷虽足珍，警惕忘尔守。君观真宰意，匪薄亦良厚。 second 青山清我目，流水静我耳；琴瑟在我御，经书满我几。措足践坦道，悦心有妙理，顽冥非所惩，贤达何靡靡！乾乾怀往训，敢忘惜分晷？悠哉天地内，不知老将至。 其三 羊肠亦坦道，太虚何阴晴？灯窗玩古《易》，欣然获我情。起舞还再拜，圣训垂明明；拜舞讵逾节？顿忘乐所形。敛衽复端坐，玄思窥沉溟。寒根固生意；息灰抱阳精。冲漠际无极，列宿罗青冥。夜深向晦息，始闻风雨声。 宜春台上还春望，山水南来眼未尝。却笑韩公亦多事，更从南浦羡滕王。 台名何事只宜春？山色无时不可人。不用烟花费妆点，尽教刊落尽嶙峋。 持修江藻拜祠前，正是春风欲暮天。童冠尽多归咏兴，城南兼说有温泉。 古庙香灯几许年？增修还费大官钱。至今楚地多风雨，犹道山神驾铁船。 山石崎岖古辙痕，沙溪马渡水犹浑。夕阳归鸟投深麓，烟火行人望远村。天际浮云生白发，林间孤月坐黄昏。越南冀北俱千里，正恐春愁入夜魂。 木偶相沿恐未真，清辉亦复凛衣巾。簿书曾屑乘田吏，俎豆犹存畏垒民。碧水苍山俱过化，光风霁月自传神。千年私淑心丧后，下拜春祠荐渚苹。 晓行山径树高低，雨后春泥没马蹄。翠色绝云开远嶂，寒声隔竹隐晴溪。已闻南去艰舟楫，漫忆东归沮杖藜。夜宿仙家见明月，清光还似鉴湖西。 风雨偏从险道尝，深泥没马陷车箱。虚传鸟路通巴蜀，岂必羊肠在太行！远渡渐看连暝色，晚霞会喜见朝阳。水南昏黑投僧寺，还理义编坐夜长。 旅倦憩江观，病齿废谈诵。之子特相求，礼殚意弥重。自言绝学余，有志莫与共；手持一编书，披历见肝衷；近希小范踪，远为贾生恸；兵符及射艺，方技靡不综。我方惩创后，见之色亦动。子诚仁者心，所言亦屡中；愿子且求志，蕴蓄事涵泳。孔圣固惶惶，与点乐归咏；回也王佐才，闭户避邻閧。知子信美才，大构中梁栋；未当匠石求，滋植务培壅。愧子勤绻意，何以相规讽？养心在寡欲，操存舍即纵。岳麓何森森，遗址自南宋；江山足游息，贤迹尚堪踵。何当谢病来，士气多沈勇。 客行长沙道，山川郁稠缪。西探指岳麓，凌晨渡湘流；逾冈复陟巘，吊古还寻幽。林壑有余采，昔贤此藏修；我来实仰止，匪伊事盘游。衡云闲晓望，洞野浮春洲。怀我二三友，《伐木》增离忧。何当此来聚？道谊日相求。 second 林间憩白石，好风亦时来。春阳熙百物，欣然得予怀。缅思两夫子，此地得徘徊。当年靡童冠，旷代登堂阶。高情讵今昔，物色遗吾侪。顾谓二三子，取瑟为我谐。我弹尔为歌，尔舞我与偕。吾道有至乐，富贵真浮埃！若时乘大化，勿愧点与回。陟冈采松柏，将以遗所思；勿采松柏枝，两贤昔所依。缘峰践台石，将以望所期；勿践台上石，两贤昔所跻。两贤去邈矣，我友何相违？吾斯未能信，役役空尔疲。胡不此簪盍，丽泽相遨嬉？渴饮松下泉，饥餐石上芝。偃仰绝余念，迁客难久稽。洞庭春浪阔，浮云隔九疑。江洲满芳草，目极令人悲。已矣从此去，奚必兹山为！恋系乃从欲，安土惟随时。晚闻冀有得，此外吾何知！ 醴陵西来涉湘水，信宿江城沮风雨。不独病齿畏风湿，泥潦侵途绝行旅。人言岳麓最形胜，隔水溟蒙隐云雾；赵侯需晴邀我游，故人徐陈各传语；周生好事屡来速，森森雨脚何由住！晓来阴翳稍披拂，便携周生涉江去。戒令休遣府中知，徒尔劳人更妨务。橘洲僧寺浮江流，鸣钟出延立沙际。停桡一至答其情，三洲连绵亦佳处。行云散漫浮日色，是时峰峦益开霁。乱流荡桨济倏忽，系檝江边老檀树。岸行里许入麓口，周生道予勤指顾。柳溪梅堤存仿佛，道林林壑独如故。赤沙想像虚田中，西屿倾颓今冢墓。道乡荒趾留突兀，赫曦远望石如鼓。殿堂释菜礼从宜，下拜朱张息游地。凿石开山面势改，双峰辟阙见江渚；闻是吴君所规画，此举良是反遭忌。九仞谁亏一篑功，叹息遗基独延伫！浮屠观阁摩青霄，盘据名区遍寰宇；其徒素为儒所摈，以此方之反