The plaque of the article "Chun Xichun"

The mountains and rivers stretch across thousands of miles, and the towers rise into the five clouds. The garden is built in the radiance of the sun and moon, and the scenery captures the power of creation.

The riddle of Xichun: The former body and appearance are always in vain, and I don’t listen to the rhyme song or the Buddhist scriptures. Don't forget that this body is sinking into the sea of ??ink. There is great light in your nature.

If you search, many answers are like the following, but I am not sure whether they are correct...

Cuiyuanzhi? I judge myself to be miserable

< p>I judge myself to be desolate, and it will fade away with the passage of time. The wind cuts the green traces everywhere, and a Buddha dust drips.

Life is like a twilight winding around the end of the world, also surrounded by floating clouds. But the flowers are about to fall and people are quiet, and the bells are falling in the evening.

A plum blossom cut? The smoke is vast and the grass is deep.

The smoke is vast and the grass is deep, a transverse flute is a piece of autumn heart. I also heard the sound of geese leaving, the sky was wide and the clouds were long, and I could hear the wind blowing.

I hate being separated from my intestines and exposed to dew. I have Nanhua on my hands and Qingjin on my body. Heartless people do not peep at the sentient beings. There is green smoke inside the threshold, and frost birds outside the threshold.

The poppy figure? The spring breeze gradually locks the beauty away

The spring breeze gradually locks the beauty away, and the night is full of fishy wind and rain. On the way back to Yurui Yaotai, where do people know where they are?

How can you teach the ruthless mushrooms if you don’t complain to Liqing? The moonlight outside the window is like mist, and there are countless green temples.

Drunk in Taoyuan? The east wind blows the green water on the mountain

The east wind blows the water on the green mountain, and the smoke is light and fragrant beside the grass. The fragrant paths in the small garden are filled with fluttering willows, and the flowers are bright in the sky.

Spring is gone, the dawn orioles are gone, they cry red and sleep with tears. There is a faint dream under the curtain of dust and smoke, and I listen to the cuckoo at dusk.

Nian Nujiao? The flower borer and willow tree are dark

The flower borer and willow tree are dark, and the smoke is as dark as black, and the spring is as deep as mail. The red patches blow and fall, empty of the spring scenery. Yangliu cuts poems and Xiaoying folds paintings, which does not make the beautiful woman happy. A branch of shade, the tip of the eyebrow is light and the heart is relaxed.

I see flowers falling and blooming again, the east wind blows the road, and spring changes several times. In the dream, the empty mountain is quiet and the sky is light and boundless. The flowing water is ruthless, and the falling flowers are unintentional. I plan to say this to the green mountains. The only sad thing is that every spring goes away.

I don’t know if that’s right...