In the late twelfth lunar month, the business climate is calm and smooth, so the mountains are passable. He warmed the sutra under his feet and did not dare to bother him. He immediately went to the mountains, rested in the temple, and left after eating with the mountain monks. Traveling to Xuanba in the north, the clear moon reflects Guo. Climbing Huazigang at night, the water is rippled, rising and falling with the moon. The fire is far away in the cold mountains, and it is extinguished outside the forest. The cold dog in the deep alley barks like a leopard. The spring night in the village market is alternated with sparse bells. . Sitting alone at this time, the boy servant was silent. Thinking about the past, writing poems hand in hand, walking along the flat path, facing the clear stream. In the middle of spring, the grass and trees are spreading, spring mountains can be seen, light minnows are coming out of the water, white gulls are flexing their wings, Qinggao is wet with dew, and wheat is flying towards the sky. It's not far away, can you swim from me? How can you invite someone who is not a master of heavenly secrets for such an urgent matter? But there is something profoundly interesting about it! No suddenness. Because there are people carrying Huang Bo on their backs, they are not the same. Wang Weibai, a mountain man.
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