There are many grandsons in the mountains. Birds are silver pheasants and partridges. When they hear voices, they gather on cliffs and fly away without fear. There is a sound in the water, so you can swim deep. Bamboo, cypress, reeds, vegetation in full bloom all the year round. Taoist priests, that is, the poor people in the stream, wait for the tourists to eat and rest, often considering that they are forced to die before the wine is over half, and they can't stay long.
The mountain is only one or two miles away from the post road. I watched it from a distance, not afraid of the hard work of the servants. Fortunately, as for the old people's palace, I can take my food boat tomorrow. Moreover, the length of the stream is twice as long as the distance of the post road, and it is urged to go back and forth, as before and after. When I arrived at my hometown in Fujian, the two officials were in Jian 'an, and Gai also returned an ear.
My friend Zhu lives in Wutian Mountain, which is very close to Wuyi Mountain. If he is outside the nursery, he will swim in his spare time. Instead of asking his disciples to endorse, he took 300 ancient poems and Chu people's words. Oh, he sang them, and he stayed for a few days, covering the joy on the mountain. I was ashamed to know that this was Hui Yuan's private affair. Cherish the spring for ten years, Hui Yuan resigned from his post as an envoy to Jiangdong and made him a temple official. Then he said, "I'm here to camp my land. I can enjoy it in the mountains." Cover its several benefits, 50% off its flow, negative stone screen rules, think elegant, take Taoist land is still half. Mowed the thatch, only a few acres of land. The face is quiet and clear, the stone is beautiful and the arch is reflected. If you leave me; Make disciples a cup and a set of tiles, and they will be quick. Yuan painted its place, thinking that there was a hall in the middle, a hall next to it, a pavilion high and a secret room, reading books, playing the piano and singing, and paying for wine. As soon as I heard it, I suddenly realized that the twists and turns were faint and I still remembered the beauty of that land. And said, it's for me.
If the husband is depressed, the Confucian will learn from his hometown and be good at his disciples. If he is not a freak hermit hiding in the valley, he will be persuaded to become a Taoist. However, since Qin and Han Dynasties, Tao has been unknown. What is my master's so-called ambition of Tao? The sage Confucius has his own steps and trends. As for climbing the top of Mount Tai and reciting words by dancing, he should not be able to swim, but he has his own position in his chest, and his disciples are loud and clear for a while. Spring clothes are a conventional pair, but they are given by saints alone. How did ancient gentlemen rest and swim? Hui Yuan is not only learned, but also tries to call her husband to find a scholar, reward him with elegance, let him enjoy the wind of the curtain pavilion, and restrain him to do so. Confucius, a saint, has its own steps and its own potential; As for climbing to the top of Mount Tai, you can swim by reciting words, and you have your own place in your chest. For a moment, the disciple sang loudly that the chanting of "Spring Clothes Perfect" was made by the sage alone. How can an ancient gentleman be caught? Hui Yuan had the knowledge, tried to tell her husband, and entertained him under the elegant house, in order to give or enjoy the wind of the curtain pavilion. Is there any way to suppress it?