Chapter 8 Qijue-7

Wang Anshi The thatched eaves are often swept clean without moss, and the flowers and trees are planted by hand. One water protects the field and surrounds the green, and the two mountains send the green. Liu Yuxi Weeds and flowers by the Zhuque bridge, the setting sun at the entrance of Wuyi alley. In the old days, the front swallow of Wang Xietang flew into the homes of ordinary people. Wang Wei The morning rain in Weicheng is light and the dust is light, and the inn houses are green and willows are new. Advise you to drink more wine, go west to Yangguan without acquaintance. Li Bai One went to Changsha for a relocation, and looked west to Chang'an, but he did not see his home.

The jade flute is played in the Yellow Crane Tower, and plum blossoms fall in May in Jiangcheng. Cheng Hao Go south and north, come and rest, Bai Ping blows Chu Jiangqiu. The Taoist is not a sad autumn guest, and the late mountain is relatively sad. Zhu Xi's Qingxi River flows over the top of Bishan Mountain, the empty water is clear and fresh, and the color of autumn is the same. Thirty miles away from the world of mortals, the white clouds and yellow leaves are long. Yang Pu If you don't understand the meaning of the morning glory, you should invite the Weaver Girl to play with the golden shuttle?

Begging for cleverness in the world every year, but there are already too many clevernesses in the world. The milk crow crows and the jade screen is empty, a pillow is fresh and a fan of wind. There is no place to look for when you sleep with the sound of autumn, and the moon is full of wu leaves. Du Mu's silver candle and autumn light are coldly drawn on the screen, and a small fan is lightly fluttering against the fireflies. The sky street is as cool as water at night, lying down to watch Altair Vega. Su Shi The evening clouds collected all overflowed the cold, and the silver man turned the jade plate silently.

This life and this night are not good, where will I see the bright moon next year?