It's boring and has a history of one hundred years. People with lofty ideals are always pregnant, and good horses are full of days.

Everyone is not idle, who is a bosom friend? There are two lines of tears in my eyes, and I have already hanged three jade confessions.

Volume 57 1_2 "Looking at the Mountain" Jia Dao

Three miles south of the mountain, no more than ten days. Stand in the rain and look at it like a friend.

Yi Long washes thousands of springs in one wave. It rains every day, worrying about killing the mountain people.

The good times won't last long, and a strong wind is coming. Yi Yin swept away, Cui Hao wrote abroad.

There are millions of families in Chang 'an, and each family has a new screen. Whose home is the best mountain, I would like to be its neighbor.

Volume 57 1_3 "Beiyue Temple" Jia Dao

There are five mountains in heaven and earth, and Heng Yue lives in the north. Rocks pile up thousands of pounds, bizarre and unpredictable.

People dare not enter, and the temple is dark during the day. Sometimes it rains, and the world is sprinkled.

God bless, Yongkang is my kingdom.

Volume 57 1_4 [Hungry] Jia Dao

There are firewood mountains in the city, and this house is smoke-free. There is a fountain at the bottom of the well, and the kettle is empty.

I want to see the day when snow will fill the sky. Sit and smell Xi Zhuang Qin, freezing two or three strings.

The ancients said that hunger is nothing to others.

Volume 57 1_5 "Crying Lutong" Jia Dao

Sages die without officials, and those who don't kiss are also sad. Empty makes old ghosts cry and new neighbors.

For forty years, I only wore white cloth. Who will chase the hell if the son of heaven is not called?

Chang' an has friends, let it go. The inscription on the side of the tomb is short and the lines are uneven.

I have no money to buy rare plants, and I grow my own branches of wormwood. Give me an article of the day, which will make me cry.

In this respect, I am afraid of losing my legacy.

Volume 57 1_6 "The swordsman (narrative sword)" Jia Dao

After ten years' hard work, I have grinded out a sword. The edge of the sword flashes in cold light, but I haven't tried its sharpness. Today, you are like a gentleman, who is unfair.

Volume 57 1_7 "Slogan" Jia Dao

In the middle of the night, I suddenly got up with this hundred feet of spring. Trees are thousands of years old and full of stars.

Volume 57 1_8 Send Far to Jia Dao.

Don't be so depressed that you can't nourish fat skin. It is better to know why than why.

Hate should be less, but hate is hard to get rid of. There is running water in the south and flying fish in the north.

Fish fly to the North Sea and can send distant books. I don't hesitate to send distant books, so my old friend is not here now.

Besides, being a few feet tall, I blocked his way to Wan Li. Unless it is the sun and the moon, it is difficult to know the body.

Volume 57 1_9 "Zhai Zhong" Jia Dao

Single crystal is not absurd, but its nature is poor. As soon as I put a pillow in the middle of lent, I can't feel the sunset.

A low title hinders the porch, and a few virtues thank you. The chrysanthemum is in the shade of the wall, and the autumn calyx is not open.

The sick horse you eat is like a moving shadow. If you want to be forced to flee, you can't be bound by words.

We have seen enough rain, so we should be rich in vegetables and medicines.

Volume 57 1_ 10 Autumn Jia Dao

Business spirit is coming, and old China is empty. Clouds cover the strange peaks, and the rain is scattered at dusk.

Hey, cool leaves, count the shadows. The empty pavilion in the sunset, I returned to the distant mountains and clear water.

There used to be a feeling of autumn, but now people are different. These four orders have been going on for a hundred years, and the propaganda has turned white.

Noisy and selfish, disrupting the same track. I don't care about the world, go and suppress the stones.

Volume 57 1_ 1 1 "Playing with the Moon" Jia Dao

The cold moon breaks the northeast, and Jia Sheng stands in the southwest. What does the southwest stand on? On the green cedar.

There have been several stars in recent months, but their names are not well known. But love depends on the moon and I depend on three.

It's hard to get on the Chinese fir if you don't get on the moon. Look at the child, his eyes are swollen like cassia twig.

Eyes are often hot, and farsightedness is not annoying. Touch the clothes with your hands, the dew is wet.

After a long time, my feet were frozen and the stock flooded. After a long illness, my foot was broken, but the stork was sticky.

Someone else should be asleep. Go to this scene. This scene is also involved, and I am bitter and slutty.

No different from ordinary people. I don't know how many people are greedy this night.

I'm too busy to read it, but I'm not going to write back to my pillow. Looking forward to sleeping and fasting step by step, step by step will feel unbearable.

Step to the west of the bamboo grove and look east like a curtain. But sitting outside the bamboo forest, thinking clearly and diving.

People who love the moon are willing to become toads.

Volume 57 1_ 12 "Zhi Xin" Jia Dao

A pair of chitose cranes bid farewell to lonely Hong Xiang. It's dusk on the island, and it's cold and rainy.

Smelling beautiful bombs from others is the same as mourning. I am eager to go around and bow beside him.

Yun Fei North Gome, Xishan fiery red. Why is Daiyuan, a gift in the snow.

Volume 57 1_ 13 "A Que Xing and Zhu" Jia Dao

The mysterious bird is male and female, and the spring thunder is shocked. The yellow river mud in your mouth is empty.

Mix stayed home all night, leaving all the chickens behind. Double finches embrace righteousness, eat and eat.

Chickens are flying and clouds are chirping. Although the sparrow is small, it is ashamed and sincere.

It is difficult for a bird to express itself, but thanks to the master's book.

Volume 57 1_ 14 "Hanging Spring Sticks" Jia Dao

Li Xiaoxing Water Tower, from dusk to hanging spring, Lin Yue is covered by clouds, and the mountain lights are sad.

Volume 57 1_ 15 "The Debater" Jia Dao

Debaters destroy many things, but don't talk about their own mistakes. Tigers kill violently and casually, and never bite their wives and children.

If I feel this way, who should I ask? Begging for food to feed young birds, spitting out good words.

Be kind to gentlemen, shine bright and cover up defects.