In Qianqiu Wenmo, there is no better poet than Taibai, no better Fu immortal than Xiangru, no better immortal than Xueqin, and no better immortal than Hanqing.There are singers, such as "Song of White Snow", "Song of Chusai", and "Song of Pipa"; there are reporters, such as "The Story of Nanke", "The Story of Peony", and "The Story of Peach Blossom Fan"; Men Fu", "White Horse Fu", "Peng Ma Fu", "Diao Qu Yuan Fu"; those who have book dreams, such as "Dream of Brothel", "Dream of Baolian", "Dream of Qin Lou", when and how many times People's sayings are mixed with anecdotes about iron affairs, customs and singing about the moon, and they also have interesting meanings, and chants are interesting.I don’t know what kind of situation this poem was written by Shi Xing. I only know that there is a literati who has hidden in the bamboo forest, loves mountains and rivers, and has a wide knowledge of literature and history. He only travels. Guarding Panxi with a long line of poles, I only heard that there is a paradise in the East China Sea, and I hoped to visit it.

However, it is said that this scribe, surnamed Chen and named Hongbo, was from Jinling, Jiangsu Province.Although Chen Caizi's circumstances are slightly poor, but after all, he is a scholarly descendant, a descendant of Wuyue. When we arrive, we will travel around the world.Just because my parents died young, I didn't want to live in desolation. One day I woke up from a dream in Yangzhou, so I saw through the world of mortals and wanted to travel to Penglai. It was a bright and refreshing day, Hong Bo collected enough dry food, took a pen and inkstone, bid farewell to his poet friends, and drove a light boat to the East China Sea to find the fairyland of Penglai.

Along the way, there were turbulent waves and clouds, and turbulent rocks stood upright. He steered the rudder steadily and tried his best to drive away the danger. After traveling for five days, he saw that there was indeed an island in front of him, and there was a faint fragrance coming from him. Hong Bo was overjoyed, so he came by boat.When I arrived on the island, it was only desolate and vast, with withered vegetation. There is no fairyland, let alone a fairy mountain. There is only a stone tablet at the foot of the mountain, which has collapsed after a long time, but the words are still vague. Those who can read seal script can only see:

Hong Bo thought after reading it: "Could it be that this old man Xu is the ancestor of the Orientals? The five hundred virgins sent by Emperor Qin must be beautiful and beautiful. No wonder the Japanese are all handsome now!" Passing through Shijie, I saw a half-collapsed small building halfway up the mountain. When I got closer, I saw a jade plaque with the inscription: There is also a couplet on the west side: I saw a line of lower script below, which read: "Inscribed by Tang Aomengxing, a layman from Lianghu". When Hong Bo climbed up the building, he saw desolation everywhere, and a flock of seagulls whizzed away, he couldn't help disappointing.Seeing that it was getting late and his sleepiness doubled, he leaned against the wall of the building and fell asleep.

While sleeping, I suddenly heard a woman singing in the distance, and even smelled a delicate fragrance.When Hong Bo opened his eyes, he was dazzled and grotesque. There were only exotic flowers and plants in front of him, coral and emeralds, lotus ponds and bridges, and beautiful pavilions in fairy mountains; , the plaque is clearly inscribed with the word "Luohualou". Passing through the clear pond, I saw two slim fairies walking along the path.Hong Bo was extremely surprised, fearing that the fairy would see it, he turned over and ran upstairs. When we got upstairs, there was no one there.The water in the cup is still warm. Inside the pavilion, there are vermilion gauze curtains, green silk screen windows, peacock screens and emerald green screens, and crystal floors; there are also crystal dressing tables, gold hairpins and jade bracelets, which are clearly the dwellings of fairies.

Hong Bo was out of breath, when he saw the jade inkstone lying on the agate table, there was a poem written: He was very fond of poetry, so he drew a pen and wrote a poem: After finishing writing, I was about to throw my pen, when I suddenly heard someone shouting from behind: "You are so brave, how dare you enter the lady's boudoir privately!" When Hong Bo heard this, he turned his head abruptly, only to see that the two fairies had already come upstairs, and they said: "Yu Nipian, with elegant feathers; as delicate as a crabapple, as charming as a Sydney."One is Jade Dragon Panmei, with a three-point tenderness; the other is King Butterfly playing in the water, with a rich and beautiful May Fen.

The younger one said: "Sister, let's tell the young lady to go and catch this guy and beat him up." The older one said: "Not necessarily, I just don't know what kind of background this person is, you might as well ask clearly." While talking, a woman downstairs said softly: "Sisters, why are you arguing in the room? "The young man said: "Okay, Miss is here." I saw a group of Fang Ji beauties surrounded by a young beauty at the top of the gauze curtain, but saw: Willow eyebrows are wave-like, lotus tongues spit out fragrance, feathers and shawls, and jade belts are black and yellow.When the lips move, the wind blows the sound of the water, and the rain crosses the osmanthus clothes; at the place of singing, the spring breeze dances with butterflies, and the birds return to the jade corridor.Jade-faced hibiscus is more beautiful than hibiscus, and pear pistil with snow muscle is more fragrant than pear pistil.Shocked by thunder and lightning, cloud temples falling; shy cherry blossoms, red and fragrant; like green bamboos in Sichuan and Shu, enjoying the coolness proudly; like waves in Xiaoxiang, faintly glowing; Shengluojia Magnolia, tender and affectionate; compared to Nanyue cedar, in every way liver and intestines.The cherry has a small mouth, and the pomegranate teeth are slightly exposed; the delicate willow is graceful, with a slender waist and a soft intestine.Search all over the world, who will win?Stepping through the Qinhuai River, fishing is not a taste.Meditate and be gentle, enjoy the lonely fragrance;Spring plums sprinkle water, and a river of spring water flows east; autumn maple is dyed all over, and autumn rain brings frost.After asking all the flowers, the frost bird steals the eyes first; if the words are poor, the poet's coldness is boundless.Daji is jealous, Jiaojiao is only timid; Wenji is ashamed, and she refuses to destroy the article.Where did you come from?Where did the gods and fairies of Pengdao descend?Not necessarily Jialan bathing lady.The judge doesn't know, the dream of falling flowers begins at this time, let's see the next chapter, it's really boundless to travel to heaven!