I have nothing to worry about when I'm free, and I'm sleeping. The sun is already red in the east window. All things are self-satisfied, and the four seasons are the same as people. Dao leads to heaven and earth, beyond form, thinking into the metamorphosis of wind and cloud. The rich and the noble are not promiscuous, the poor and the lowly are happy, and the man is a hero here. Walking around on the Yuepo embankment, there is Zhongtian Baichi Terrace in the north. Everything has changed with the autumn air, and a bottle of chat is cool at night. The heart of the water and the shadow of the cloud are leisurely looking at each other, and the sound of the spring under the forest comes quietly.

There is no reason for the world's affairs, but every time you save money, you will always be with you. When the green fields of Fangyuan are wandering freely, spring enters the surrounding mountains and green fields. Xing chaotic red through the willow alley, sleepy facing the flowing water sitting moss rock. Mo Cizhanjiu persuaded him very much, fearing that the wind and flowers would fly away. What's more, it's Qingming's fine weather, so you might as well wander around and never forget to return. The clouds are light and the wind is light, approaching noon, flowers and willows cross Qianchuan.

At that time, people didn't know Yu Xinle, and they would call it a young man who sneaked away to learn. Go south and go north, come and rest, Bai Ping blows the Chu River and Autumn. A Taoist is not a sad autumn guest, and a late mountain is relatively sad. The clear stream flows over Bishantou, the empty water is clear and fresh, and the color of autumn is the same. Thirty miles away from the world of mortals, white clouds, red leaves and rain are leisurely.