The pavilion is between the mountain and the lake, the mountain is like a screen, the lake is like a belt, and the mountain and the lake collide. Yushan, Lushan also. The winding west returns to it, and if it returns to it, it is as dense as prevention, and it is unbearable to go around the arch. The West Lake stretches for miles, dazzling as a wall. If the lake is malignant, it will look like a river. The shape of mountains and lakes, across the land, suddenly changed. From the flat ground, there is no shelter from walls and houses, no separation restrictions, walking with clouds, swaying in the chest, shielding yin and yang, opening and closing strange things, and are not allowed to escape to the end of luxury.
When the pavilion is erected, the guests and the host enjoy it together and seek the name of the pavilion.
The host answered the guest, "Do you know that Hebo has more ego than water? My son and I are still the same today. Try to look straight ahead with your son. Yangshan lacks an arrow and is as tired as heavy. The prince of Wu worships the suburban platform and has been separated from thorns. Wandering westward, the mountains on the river are staggered like eyebrows, and the gap between Wu and Kang Qiguo has also become a river. For thousands of years, the heroic war has fallen apart and cannot be traced back, but what is the situation? What's more, my son and I are embarrassed to send them to the pavilion? My son and I went to the exhibition hall and looked forward to it with great joy. We can't help laughing because we are still alive. Why should we laugh at it? "
The guest said, "Otherwise. There are mountains and lakes between heaven and earth, pavilions between mountains and lakes, and my son and I are in the pavilions. My son and I bathed in the morning sun, bathed in the late moon, fished clean water, and rode the high wind. Why do we regard the world as a frog, but we are afraid of rotting mice? I heard that everything is nothing, but there is nothing. Because of its paradox, Hebo is small and vast, while Zhongni is small and light. Because what it is, husband sympathy, fish travel, are all luck problems, nothing. My son and I are very happy, and the whole world is laughing. Both are two lines, what's the difference? "
Qian (1582- 1664) is an old man. Scholars call Mr. Yu Shan. One of the top poets in the early Qing Dynasty. Changshu people. The Ming Dynasty said that he was "on an equal footing with the Northern Song Dynasty at the beginning and end of Zhenguan". In the thirty-eighth year of Wanli in the Ming Dynasty (16 10), one of the leaders of Lindong Party was dismissed from his post because he failed to fight for power with Wenti Ren. As the leader of Lindong Party in the late Ming Dynasty, he was already influential. And Ruan Dacheng established the Axe King in Nanking, and Qian Qian B belonged to it. This is the history of the Ministry of Rites. After the Qing dynasty, he was still an assistant minister of rites. Qian Qian B.
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries. I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. -"Lyrics of Willow/Willow Branches" in Tang Dynasty
Jasper dressed as a tree, hanging down ten thousand green silk tapestries.
I don't know who cut the thin leaves, but the spring breeze in February is like scissors. Ancient poetry in primary school, writing scenery, chanting things, writing spring, writing wind, willow, 12 months 100 Early education ancient poetry gave up seclusion and went to the outer suburbs. I am slow and depressed, and I want to carry my nest. A high rock overlooks the Qingjiang River, and a secluded cave hides the gods. Open the sunny scenery and return to the thin forest. The West Pavilion forms its top, which faces the sky. Looking back at the stars, watching the clouds and rain. Cherish my homeland, I can be shaded. When I went to Jiang Jie, I still believed in the world. So the villa is Fengchuan, and several acres are fat. The pavilions gather barren hills and the ponds are sparse. There will be a love story between Guihe. There is nothing wrong with being thin, there is no doubt about it. It is right for a prisoner to live in prison. He has been ashamed for a long time. Besides planting wormwood, the imperial court also hung scorpions. Depending on the scenery, the mast is long. Clean up the enemy's food and replace it with good food. There are high words in the right path, but there are no strings of interest. Xiaoyao screen is obscure and thin words are noisy. The morning chicken doesn't bully, but the wind and rain smell it. I will be free forever, and I will move to the middle. —— In the Tang Dynasty, Liu Zongyuan's "Twenty Rhymes of Going to Chaoyang Rock and Going to the West Pavilion" traveled to Chaoyang Rock and going to the West Pavilion for twenty rhymes.
Tang Dynasty: Liu Zongyuan
Read the full text, abandon seclusion and go to the outer suburbs.
I am slow and depressed, and I want to carry my nest.
A high rock overlooks the Qingjiang River, and a secluded cave hides the gods.
Open the sunny scenery and return to the thin forest.
The West Pavilion forms its top, which faces the sky.
Looking back at the stars, watching the clouds and rain.
Cherish my homeland, I can be shaded.
When I went to Jiang Jie, I still believed in the world.
So the villa is Fengchuan, and several acres are fat.
The pavilions gather barren hills and the ponds are sparse.
There will be a love story between Guihe.
There is nothing wrong with being thin, there is no doubt about it.
It is right for a prisoner to live in prison. He has been ashamed for a long time.
Besides planting wormwood, the imperial court also hung scorpions.
Depending on the scenery, the mast is long.
Clean up the enemy's food and replace it with good food.
There are high words in the right path, but there are no strings of interest.
Xiaoyao screen is obscure and thin words are noisy.
The morning chicken doesn't bully, but the wind and rain smell it.
I will be free forever, and I will move to the middle. ▲ Landscape, scenery writing, lyricism, homesickness, resentment, public love for recreation, meditation for me. Under the dim turquoise, Liang Qing is no different from Liangshan. Flowers will not touch, water will be idle. Sit for a while and look at the sky and the earth. Guests come to spend the rain, and autumn water falls into the golden pool. Pieces of stones are cold and green, and sparse poplars hang green silk. Monks brush jade handles, and boys offer frosted pears. Cherish only love beautiful scenery, smoke when Luo wants to fade. -In the Tang Dynasty, Li Bai's "Two Poems on Zen Master's Youchangshanchi by the Same Family Nephew" and "Two Poems on Zen Master's Youchangshanchi by the Same Family Nephew".
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Yuan Gong likes entertainment and gave me a Zen certificate.
Under the dim turquoise, Liang Qing is no different from Liangshan.
Flowers will not touch, water will be idle.
Sit for a while and look at the sky and the earth.
Guests come to spend the rain, and autumn water falls into the golden pool.
Pieces of stones are cold and green, and sparse poplars hang green silk.
Monks brush jade handles, and boys offer frosted pears.
Cherish only love beautiful scenery, smoke when Luo wants to fade.
Read the full text ∨ Stay away from public interests and recreation and start meditation for me.
Under the dim turquoise, Liang Qing is no different from Liangshan.
Flowers will not touch, water will be idle.
Sit for a while and look at the sky and the earth.
Write about scenery and lyric life.