中国DOS联盟

The Way follows nature, things come about naturally, go along with the mood and stop when appropriate. When meeting on the left side of the road, just a bow. In the Xuandu Temple, a thousand peach trees are in bloom.

The eight fine horses of Liuhua pass through Kunlun,
Vaguely the body of a former dynasty's top scholar.
In dreams, I flow back to the riverside again,
Today I still am the one making twisted flowers.

Several times by the eastern hedge wild vines sprout,
Each branch and tendril twines around the willow trunk.
The Peach Blossom Cave is lost far from Lanxi,
Tonight I don't see the person who breaks off willow branches.

Persuade you not to pick the lotus, the lotus seed is bitter in the heart, the bitterness is also unknown to anyone, only the moon accompanies.
The moon shadow is pitiful by itself, the wind comes to blow and cover. The wind blows the lotus leaf east, the wind blows the lotus leaf south,
The wind blows the lotus leaf west, the wind blows the lotus leaf north. The carp in the lotus is not back, the lotus petals are flying.
Flying is not lasting, one falls to the clear pool. The flower falls and the water is not calm, frequently ripples rise.
Break the bright moon mirror, the shadow in the clouds is sparse. The pedestrian on the path passes, the wild bird cries in the lotus.
The willow silk is empty and straight green, the wild goose letter is always without a date. The fragrant flowers are all withered, the knot is in the mire.
Hear the horse neighing in front of the building, the person on the building is empty leaning. The morning glow is residual blood hate, the evening cloud is like black hair.
The ripples are sparkling, the cricket chirps earnestly. Do not go to pick the lotus seed, just afraid of catching lovesickness.
Lovesickness clings to people's bones, still crazy in the dream.

Great hand, playing alone is so good!!
High... ...High... ...High

Green shadows, pale moon, water flows on its own
Empty, caressing the idle zither, the tune is deep and long
The breeze doesn't laugh at the sleepless person
I have my own song, yet no worries
How much dust, how many dreams
In the dream, I don't realize how many autumns have passed
The world's people all suffer for fame and gain
Princes, generals, thousands of households and marquises
The spring flowers are beautiful but will eventually fall
The beautiful scenery can't solve the worry in the heart
Might as well dance the sword and drink wine
How many years are there in life? Let's roam freely

Wow, really amazing. For example, it's strong. Oh, I've met a master this time.

Master, you flatter me too much. I just saw that you seemed rather lonely here, and on a whim, I composed a response in a moment of impulse. Please forgive my lack of finesse.

Ha~ ~ Thank you, sir, for your thoughtfulness. But I don't know where you come from, sir?

You are not the son of the dragon in the dragon palace
Love to be a carefree person like a wild crane and a idle cloud
One or two dots of ink
Three or four good friends
The lonely lamp doesn't feel lonely
Only hear the sound of poetry, language, chess and piano
Don't ask people to understand my state of mind
This life plays in the world
Would rather be the soul in the tomb of the loyal and good
Disgrace to be a person in the house of the treacherous and evil

Light clouds and pale moon, leisurely scene
Some thoughts in the bamboo pavilion
Countless miles traveled
Thousands of points of stars
A short dream in the sky terrace
The vicissitudes of the world have been long unexperienced
After playing the brocade strings, set up the chessboard
The sun is new outside the green gauze window
How can there be more flute sounds to harmonize
Not going to the Peach Blossom Land

Nonsensical talk almost like madness
Never thought there would be someone who understands here
Black and white
方寸 (square inch, here maybe referring to a small space or area)
Three lines of poetry
Two strands of words
Not seeking to be known by others
Rare to be without wisdom
Borrow a literary brush
Draw writings to spread in the world
Don't laugh at the drunkard not knowing to wake up
When the great dream is awoken, the day is already late

Bamboos by the fence occasionally come into view
A yellow oriole flies up in the celestial pool
Wind and rain
Moon and day
Seven strings of the qin
Nine peaks of the mountain
Long verses and short phrases
There are those who understand
Who laments the stone of Nuwa
Left on earth after mending the sky
In the courtyard with plantains, catkins rise
Drunk with wine, unaware that the day lingers

The master is indeed a great person, I have learned from you.

Nine Heavens' Maiden picks from the clouds,
Eight Immortals cross the river to ferry people over,
Seven-ornamented brocade thoughts turn mortal,
Six paths turn and knots are hard to untie,
Five Mountains stand lofty with spring green,
Four rivers faintly hide autumn's sorrow,
Three Realms are far apart and people are not seen,
Two butterflies transform and dance in lingering,
One star shines alone with bamboo tears,
Half a moon reflects alone with wind's sorrow,
Worldly lovesickness is the bitterest,
How many infatuated ones have changed since ancient times,
The Jade Emperor takes pity and borrows the Magpie Bridge,
Yuelao is ignorant with red threads arranged,
A smile from the vast sea passes a thousand years,
The gnarled branch of the joined tree no one can fathom