Qian Chibi Fu Su Shi

In the autumn of the 1949th, Suzi and Ke traveled under Chibi. The breeze is coming, and the water is booming. Wine belongs to the guests, recite the poems of the moon, the chapter of the song. Shao Yu, a month of Dongshan, lingers between bullfights. Bai Lu Heng River, water light pick up the day. Like Ling wanyuan. Hao almost like Feng XU Yu Feng, but do not know its end; float like the world's independence, feathers and immortal.
As a result, it's a pleasure to drink. Song said: "guichuang lanke, hit the Kongming and traffic. Hope that the beauty of the day. "The guest has a blow hole Xiao, leaning against the song and it, the sound of whining: such as complaints, such as complaints; the sound of the remaining, endless; the dance of the dark dive, weeping lonely boat of the yellow woman.
Su Ziran was sitting in a difficult situation, and asked the customer: "What is it ?" Ke said: "The stars of the moon are thin, and wuque nanfei is not the poem of Cao Mengde? Xiwangxiakou and dongwangwuchang. Mountains and rivers are confused, Yu Hu Cang; this is not Meng de trapped in Zhou Lang who almost? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou, Xijiang mausoleum, Shun flow and East also, Yi Li Qianli, signal shield empty, Li liquor linjiang, Heng Yi poetry; Gu Yi Shixiong also, now in Zai? Condition I and son, Yu Jiang Yu above, Yu Youyu Lu, driving a flat boat of a leaf and holding a bag to belong to each other; sent to the world, a millet of the sea. The sorrow of my life, the envy of the infinite Yangtze River; fly fairy to swim, holding the moon and long end; know can not be sudden, left in sorrow ."
Su ziyue: "customer also knows water and Moon? The dead are like this, but they have never tasted it. The Lost Ones are like him, and the lost ones are also changing. Gai will change from its perspective, and heaven and earth can not be a moment; from its unchanging views, things are endless for me. Why? And between heaven and earth, things have masters. The secret is not all of us, although it is useless. However, the breeze on the river, and the moon in the mountains, ears for sound, eyes for the color. It is useless. It is the endless possession of the Creator, and I and the child are suitable ."
Smile with joy, wash the cup more discretion, the kernel is exhausted, the cup is messy. I do not know that the East is white.