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What is the name of a poem written by an old friend in front of the secluded courtyard of Baiyun Mountain?
"Gaoyin Stone on Baiyun Mountain; This is not a poem, but a pair of couplets, from Cao Quanbei Collection.

The couplets in Cao Quanbei Collection are as follows:

Chang Juxian's mother moved three times, but she didn't find the official Wan Shi Jia.

Moss and the Millennium are born on the first floor of the moonlight river sound.

Spring boat is like sitting on a mountain in the sky.

The sunrise in the east and the rain in the west are ruthless but affectionate.

As happy as the East China Sea, flowing water will last longer than Nanshan.

From the sea to the boundless sky, the mountain climbs to the top, and I am the peak.

Cymbidium has hate branches, but it is still green, and peaches and plums have nothing to say.

The article can not learn ancient knowledge, but it is important to understand the present.

There is a way of thinking, and the Qin Dynasty gives birth to ancient incense.

This article is about the scenery of famous poets and painters in territorial waters.

Among the red leaves and yellow flowers, I dreamed of spring and white stone.

There is a road in Shushan, but there is no limit to learning the sea.

Song ci, Yuan Quming calligraphy and painting, Jin ci, Tang poetry and Chinese.

Water is good, but it can become mountains.

On the mountain, it rained before the white clouds retreated, so did the old friends.

Heavy mountains and heavy waters, no way back.

The wind is near spring when the pines are ringing, and the moonlight is bright when the sky is clear.

No grass, no spring, no flowers.

It is the same day and the same merit to cherish flowers and wish to put pen to paper in spring.

It is also a good dream to stay in the West Lake for a long time.

The difference between words is that there is no distinction between ancient and modern.

It's no use reading books about your country.

Single room books are self-cleaning.

One was born in Hengtai, and the water is easier than Changhong during the day.

Clouds come out unintentionally, but flowers bloom intentionally.

Home is good, mountains are good, water is good, and people are in a barren land.

Old books often recite new ideas, but they often recite vulgarity, except for elegant people.

The breeze and bright moon are priceless, and the distant mountains are close to the water.