Eternal Dream Emperor

One stroke depicts the long sky and moon, thousands of horses neighing in the desert, poetry and ink expressing heroic feelings, and articles with wild and unruly hearts.

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The whirling shadows of the trees can be imprinted in ink, the falling autumn leaves can be turned into writing, each word can be danced under the fingers, and the writing can be turned into an article for friends.

Stars gather in the sky, the heat is lingering in the world, fire is flying in the sky, and morning glory is seen in the starry sky. The wind rises and the summer heat subsides, the chirping of cicadas gradually subsides, it is difficult to sleep for a long time in the deep night, and I enjoy the clear autumn under the moon.

In the article, the world is growing old in spring and autumn, `the sun and the moon are long in the sky when drunk, `the wind and clouds rise on a piece of paper,' and `the spirit is crazy in a cup of thought.

I often think of my two friends, the wind and the moon, who accompany me with wine and poetry. The breeze blows into the house and cools the moon, and poetry and wine accompany my quiet night thoughts.

There is little breeze in the hot summer and nowhere to find coolness. I can only sit facing the window with a bamboo forest in front of it. How to relieve the heat, there is clear shade in the forest, a quiet room for reading and reading, and the world of articles is wide.

Hujia wakes up the moon in the border area, pipa plays the soul of Mobei, green mountains write heroic feelings in writing, and the cloud map changes and shows its majesty.

The book is written in the cold moon among the bamboos, the orchid pavilion is drunk with the evening clouds, the rivers and lakes are haunted by old dreams for ten years, and the world of Internet literature is working hard.

Wind music among the bamboos, dancing shadows of the moon in the heart of the river, drunkenness among the flowers, drunken music and wine drinking. Who said that the wind and the moon are old, and the elegance and charm are the same in ancient and modern times, galloping through the pen and ink, and lingering in the beginning of emotion.

There is a majestic spirit in the article, `the heroic sentiments are reflected in the pen through the ages, `look at the blood-red heart, `accompanying you and me from the beginning of the world.

In front of the screen, two people are silently lingering, `the keys are full of affection, `the world of mortals has dreams and poetic intoxication, `the years have left no trace and the heart is leisurely.

The water and moon in the world are ordinary, and the storms and clouds in the pen are easy to come. Who can understand the mind like the moon, and the pen is like flying ink flowers blooming.

People's poems accompany the moon by the bamboo bank, `The lotus leaves in the pond leave traces of ink, `No poems are worthy of the wine in the cup, `It is difficult to write about the person in the dream.

The dog days are not yet over, the heat of autumn is strong, the remaining heat has no way to go away, and the autumn wind does not feel cool yet. The moon and stars are still in the river, and the leaves on the mountains are red in the night rain. I think about the autumn mood in front of the screen, and the clear light is full under my fingers.

I only hope that the coolness will disappear forever, `I only wish to disperse the lightness of my life, `I wish that my writing can be divided into the heat of summer, `The ink color adds fragrance and intoxicates the face of the moon.

A gentle breeze shakes the rain dream, `half a pond of lotus leaves drunk with the soul of flowers, `water color with smoke and the shadow of a solitary boat, `the fragrance of lotus accompanied by evening clouds on a moonlit night.

My heart is with Guan Shanyue, my love leads me to my writings, my cold dream is a guest from across the world, and my network gathers people from all over the world. The hustle and bustle of writing and the quietness of the mountains, `a clear mind and deep ink in the sea,` a slight drunkenness, but no wine,` a drunken pen writes about the dust of the heart.

The wild geese fly to the end of the world without leaving any trace, the wind comes to the old place and raises the light sail, the clear autumn moon shadows thousands of rivers, and the thousands of mountains in the painting are dwelling in a humble place.

Looking at the endless scenery in the mortal world, `A little pure heart sings from the world, `The boat does not know how far the world is, `It is difficult for a thin pen to write about the heart of a wanderer.

There are a few autumn colors on the night and the moon is dim, and the sky is blue with a line of wild geese. I express my love for you and recite poems drunkenly to relieve my loneliness.

Since the title is long, the content must be watery. The content is that I have collected this book and am visiting with "Lin Xianchen".