It used to be difficult to see the sea, but except Liangyuan, it has always been a village.
Liangyuan is idle in clear autumn and daytime, and I occasionally find a name to buckle my Zen certificate. Thousands of feet climbed the fence by himself. I have seen my soul drift to the north que, and I have turned from feather to dust. There are many seasons when the sky is pitching, and the wind is cold.
The tower stands in the corner of the city, and Pingchuan feels even more lonely. Climbing into the sky, the sunset casts the shadow of East Lake. The wind hangs the curtain, and the clouds cover the beads. When you hide your relics, glory shoots at nothingness.
During his tenure as governor of Henan from 1430 to 1447, Yu Qian, a politician in the Ming Dynasty, wrote another version of the Eight Scenes General Program, named "The Eight Scenes General Program":
The wind blew me to Zhongzhou, and time passed in the spring and autumn. Min 'an Five Blessingg's official business is simple, and the scenery is currently searched by ghosts. It would be nice to spend four o'clock in Liangyuan, and the hills reflect grass in the sunset. The river is choppy, setting off thunderous waves. The Sui Dyke is full of smoke and willows, and the iron tower is empty in thousands of feet. It makes people feel past and present. It seems that painting is really interesting. I am drunk and write long sentences. Poetry falls to the sky, and the wind returns with sleeves.
Zhang Shuzai's poem "Snow Ji in Liangyuan" wrote:
Zou Mei once gave Jane a vague concept when she watched the snow flying in Liangyuan. It's just that now Xu Rui is hanging high and the sleeves are covered with grass.
Anonymous poem "Snow Ji in Liangyuan" said:
The new snow in the rabbit garden has swept away the dust in Yingzhou. Yushu Qionglin is 300 miles long, with strange flowers and a spring of grass. The marten Qiu is drunk in spring, and the iron horse general often goes hunting. Seeing that Xiang Ru can make a gift, Wang Men granted Jane the right to spend money.
Outside the castle peak building outside the mountain,
When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop?
Warm wind intoxicated tourists,
Directly do Bianzhou in Hangzhou.
Dalianghang sugar and pharmacy
The guests from Chengdu play the piano for me. I didn't play crane exercises before, and then I played girder songs.
Girder hurts the feelings of the guests, and the barren platform turns against the ancient city. The version is built with traces of the past, and the song is played silently.
Male zai wei childe, domain day good Ying Luo. Three thousand scholars, among the stars.
The golden mallet takes the humble, and the white blade cuts Hou Ying. Handan rescue, Hangu take qi.
The gentleman is glorious and the ignorant is fearless, and the faithful and ignorant are fearless. The spy suddenly came and succeeded.
Thousands of years have passed, but there is clear water. There are many isolated bases in the old country, and it is easy to get thorns.
There is no cloud in the sky, and the fragrant garden is green and flat. I heard that Dongshan was going to get up, and my horse neighed again and again.
There are a sea of people on all continents, and tears are stained with tassels every day. I'm sorry about that, son. I'm very generous with this song.
Gudaliang Gaohangshi
The ancient city is wild and forgives Jing Zhen, driving away the shortage of horses and worrying about killing people.
Wei Palace sees that all grains are millet, and Xinling visitors follow the dust.
Looking back on yesterday, the old capital of Xiongdu was facing the street, the corridor cars were singing and the bells were ringing.
The military capacity is 300,000, and the country is a thousand miles.
It can be said that for a while, the unprecedented Gao Tai Quchi no longer exists.
There are foxes in the ruins, and the ancient land has no roots.
Twilight shakes the arm, caresses the sword and mourns the autumn grass.
Chivalrous people still know Zhu Hai's name, while pedestrians still know the inside story.
White jade, gold, Wan Huhou, nod and steed fill the mountain.
The years are bleak, and we can only watch the water flow eastward.