Chapter 13 Seven Laws-3

Du Fu The Qingjiang River embraces the villages, and everything in Changxiajiang Village is secluded. Liang Shangyan, who has come and gone since then, is close to the gulls in the water. The old wife draws paper as a chess game, and the child uses needles as fishing hooks. The only thing needed for many diseases is medicine, what else can a tiny body ask for? Zhang Lei The wind in Jiangcun, Changxia is clearing day by day, and the eaves finch has been born. Butterfly clothes are sun-dried and flower branches are in the afternoon, and the cobwebs are silky, and the corner of the house is sunny.

The curtain invites the shadow of the moon, and the sound of the creek is heard by the noisy pillow. Jiuban's temples are like frost and snow, and he wants to spend his life as a woodcutter. Wang Wei Accumulated rain, empty forest and late fireworks, steamed quinoa, cooked millet, and paid for the east. Egrets fly in desert paddy fields, and orioles sing in shaded summer trees. In the mountains, Xi quietly observes the morning hibiscus, and Matsushita Qingzhai gathers dew sunflowers. Yelao competes with others for a seat, why are seagulls more suspicious? Lu You Inserting thorns and weaving fences carefully protects and cultivates cold green ripples.

The breeze sweeps the land and autumn comes first, and the red sun travels in the sky without knowing it at noon. When untying the sheath, I heard the rustling sound, and I first saw the shadow of Lili when I released the tip. I want to come here frequently when I return to leisure, and the pillow mat is still taught to follow everywhere. Dou Shuxiang The nocturnal hemp blossoms are full of fragrance, and the night is light and the rain is drunk and the first awakening. Why should distant books be cherished?The past is bleak and unheard of! In the past, the children grew up, and the relatives and friends of the past were half withered.

In the Ming Dynasty, the lonely boat was farewell again, worrying about seeing the green mantle of wine on the river bridge. Cheng Hao I have nothing to worry about when I am free, and the sun is already red in the east window when I sleep. All things are self-satisfied, and the four seasons are the same as others. Dao connects the heavens and the earth with the invisible, thinking into the metamorphosis of the situation. The rich and the noble are not promiscuous, the poor and the humble are happy, and men are heroes here. Cheng Hao Wandering around on the Yuebei embankment, there is Zhongtian Baichi platform 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 take care of each other leisurely, and the sound of the spring under the forest comes quietly. There is no reason for nothing in the world, but it is always accompanied by savings. Du Fu The jade dew withers the maple forest, and the Wu Gorge in Wushan is bleak. The waves in the river and the sky are surging, and the wind and clouds are on the plug and the ground is cloudy. Cong Ju shed tears for the future, and the lonely boat is the heart of the hometown.

The cold clothes urge the knife and ruler everywhere, and the Baidi City is high and anxious. Qianjiashan Guojing Zhaohui, day by day Jianglou sits in Cuiwei. The fisherman of Xinsu is still ordinary, and the swallows are flying in the Qingqiu. Kuang Heng's fame and reputation are poor, and Liu Xiangchuan has violated his mind. Classmates are young and not cheap, Wuling Qiuma is self-deprecating and fat. The Penglai Palace faces Nanshan Mountain, and the exposed golden stems are in the Han Dynasty. Looking west at Yaochi, the queen mother descended, and from the east came Ziqi Manhan Pass.

The cloud moved the tail of the pheasant and opened the palace fan, and the sun circled the dragon scale to recognize the holy face. Once lying in the Cangjiang River, it was late, and Qing Suo went to work several times. Kunming Chishui Han Shigong, Emperor Wu's flag is in his eyes. The loom of the weaving girl empties the moon at night, and the scales of the stone whale move the autumn wind. The wild rice in waves is dark and cloudy black, and the lotus pods in Luleng are pink. The extreme sky of Guansai is only a bird path, and the rivers and lakes are full of fishermen.