Clouds in but Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain are extinguished or visible.
Tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China, in a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven
Tiantai 40 thousand Zhang which, just at this point, begins turning southeast
I want to dream of wuyue and and they cross Mirror Lake all night in the moon.
And the moon lights my shadow saw me off at Tunxi.
And the monkeys calling clearly over ripples of green water, with the hermitage of Xie still there
Up a ladder of blue cloud, I wear pegged boots which were first used by Xie
Half the time, I see the chicken in the sea.
Flowers lure me, rocks ease me. Day suddenly ends, myriad peaks and more valleys and nowhere a road
Startle the forest and make the heights tremble, bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river
Clouds are clear and green, and the rain is wet and smoky.
The Gods of Thunder and Lightning hills collapsed and destroyed.
The cave stone is in the middle.
But now the sun and moon illumine a gold and silver terrace, an impenetrable shadow
Ni Yi Xi Feng Ma Yun Jun Xi came in succession.
The immortals in with tigers for their luteplayers and phoenixes for dancers are like hemp.
Suddenly, my soul trembled, and I started up and grew long.
Only when I feel that the pillow mat has lost its haze.
So is World Bank Music, ten thousand things run for ever like water toward the east.
Don’t return it when you go to Xi?
And let the white deer and the blue cliff and ride to you, great mountain, when I have need of you.
I can’t bear to lose face because it’s expensive.
199 pipa line
Where mapleleaves and fullgrown rushes rustled in the autumn, I was bidding a guest farewell, at night on the Xunyang River
The host, Ma Ke, is holding a glass of wine on the boat and wants to drink the orchestra.
When the river widened mysteriously toward the full moon, for all we had drunk we felt no joy and were parting from each other
Suddenly heard the water pipa host forgot to turn back home, and guest to go his way.
Ask the bomber who? Pipa stops talking too late
We moved our boat near hers, invited her to join us added wine and returned to the lamp for a heavy feast
Come out for a long time, still hiding half her face from us behind her guitar
The rotating shaft plucks the strings three or two we could feel what she was feeling, even before she played.
Chordstring suppression thinking of as if she were telling us the ache of her whole life
She knit her brows, flexed her fingers, then began her music said to limit things in his heart.
Is it six after the first dress in she brushed the strings, twisted them slow, swept them, plucked them?
The small strings whispered like a secret, the large strings hummed like rain
Like a pouring of large and small pearls into a plate of jade, hummed, whisperedand then were intermingled
Ying Yu Hua di Xiang you Yan quan Liu shui tan
The water spring is cold and astringent, the string is doubtful and never stops.
Into a depth of sorrow and concealment of lament wins at this time.
And out leapt armored horses and weapons that clashed and smote, a silver vase abruptly broke with a gush of water