The grass is lined with jade, the hoof is soft, and the willow thread is exposed. Peach and apricot trees are full of beauty,
Go around Guoluo to relax. The sand embankment is warm and the mandarin ducks sleep, and the flowers and butterflies in the mountain stream are tamed.
The bamboo fence is dense and the hut is heavy. The towering wild trees meet the door, and the Qushuixi Bridge reflects the households. The willows by the roadside are green and fragrant, and the flowers in the garden are overflowing. At this time, the sun is setting, and birds are singing everywhere; Smoke comes out at night, and all roads become cattle and sheep. I saw the stuffed dolphin sleeping in the corner, drunk and singing nearby.
Clouds and temples are not swept away, and jade capacity is not washed. A blue heart is quiet, charming and depressed. There is no qi and blood in the lips, and the waist bends. Sorrow, pale eyebrows, thin cowardice, low voice.
At first it shook slightly, and then it was endless. A little dry kunda, boundless and clear.
Withering flowers and folding willows beat hemp, and falling down trees and destroying forests is like pulling vegetables. Cross the river to stir up ghosts and gods, crack stones and collapse mountains.
The elk with flowers is gone, and the ape with fruit is gone. The seven-story iron tower invades the Buddha's head, and banners are hung on the eighth floor.
The golden beam and the jade column shake their roots, and the roof tile flies. Raise your wishing heart and sail for pig and sheep races.
When the ancestral temple was abandoned in the square, the four dragon kings bowed upward. The seaside damaged the hag boat and the Great Wall blew down half the plug.