In the palace of the regent, the bronze stove like a birdcage more than one meter high is full of warm firelight, and the agarwood is fragrant, and the musicians and dancers outside the palace sing the regent's two favorite songs, "Who Lost the Fragrance of Flowers on the Journey" and "Xinjiang Love":

Who lost the fragrance of flowers on the journey

Carry a bouquet of herbs at the ferry in Miluo

Holding up a penny, Jiang released his sorrow in his heart

Blow the groom's flute and wait in the red candle in the west building

Who lost the fragrance of flowers on the journey

But forgot to come back to collect it

How long will it take?

The tide rises and falls, and the boats come and go

Spring flowers and autumn moons are not too long

But 500 years ago, the Buddha prayed for it

I'm holding this floral scent

Waiting for the return visit of the beautiful woman

Fold a piece of willow at the end of the spring March

Gazing at a pair of eyes, looking at the three autumns from thousands of miles away

Huang Mei, who sang a song for the groom, waited in the mirror flower of Qionglou

Who lost the fragrance of flowers on the journey

But forgot to come back to collect it

How long will it take?

The tide rises and falls, and the boats come and go

Spring flowers and autumn moons are not too long

But 500 years ago, the Buddha prayed for it

I'm holding this floral scent

Waiting for the return visit of the beautiful woman

Xinjiang is in love

When Kunlun floated out of the snow wings

When the Queen Mother wrapped up her bathrobe

On the same day, the mountain Tianchi kissed the twilight snow of a thousand mountains

When the thousand-year-old love gives birth to the snow lotus in the clouds

I pray a lot in this soulful snowy holy place

Listen to the sound of a snowdrop blooming with affection

The wind pushes the flowers

Snow Melting Moon

One night, the previous life was gone

A couch of white innocence

Breathe in the warm moonlight

The window lattices are covered with knotted flowers

Listen to the sound of a snowdrop blooming

Gazing at the smile of the red makeup in the west window of the previous life

On the same day, the mountains danced wolf's hair

When Yao Chi precipitates Hui ink

When the subset of the scriptures and history is concealed, the red sleeves are fragrant

When a talented and beautiful woman bathes in flowers, the moon is full

I'm pouring ink and writing in this affectionate snowy holy place

Poetic and picturesque, continue to write a love of the world

Cedar as a pen

Water is ink

A volume of past life wind and moon

A vow of joy

Thick with agarwood

I fell in love with the snow country

Listen to the sound of a snowdrop blooming

Embrace the red face that you will never forget for the rest of your life

The melodious sound of the piano and the song slowly entered the warm pavilion of the regent's bedroom through the silver-white gauze curtain and light blue curtains, the incense burner in the warm pavilion surrounded by fragrant trees on all sides was very warm, and the walls of the pepper room were full of pleasant fragrance, and the regent Dolgon was silent. Dafu Jin Borjin looked out the window at a round of moon halos, lying in front of the window lattice shaking for a while, fragrant sweat condensed, delicate panting slightly. About a moment in time, the hearty regent Dolgon finished the "battle of the intestines", lay down on the couch to rest, lit an English cigar that the prophet had paid tribute to in the past, and smoked a few puffs, and the smoke ring rose, enveloping Dolgon's troubles.

Dafujin Borjin put on his nightgown, walked over, lay in Dolgon's arms, stroked Dolgon's chest and said, "Lord, why are you working so hard today, do you want your concubine to conceive another baby?"

The regent Dolgon was silent for a moment, hugged Dafu Jin Borjin and smiled softly: "Ai Concubine, these two songs are from "Poetic World", they are my favorite songs, I want to come to the snow night so romantic, I am afraid that it will be difficult to have the opportunity to spend the moon and listen to the music with the concubine in the future." ”

"Lord Wang, are you worried about that child of Fulin again? Fulin has just come of age, young and vigorous, and does not understand the world, so the prince does not need to be as knowledgeable as him. Dafu Jin Borjin smiled lightly, "After all, Duoduo is gone, and the concubine knows that the prince is bored, but this cigar is better to smoke less, and it hurts the body if it smokes too much, and it is not good for the baby in the concubine's womb." With that, Bolkin snuffed out the burning cigar in Dorgon's hand.

"Aifei, is there again? With that, Dolgon lay on the stomach of Dafujin Borkin and listened carefully to the movement of Dafujin Borkin's belly, like a big boy.

"Hey, hey, hey...... What about the concubines joking? I really want one, then I want one, and let the maid stop buying sheep intestines and fish bladders in the future. The concubine has never conceived a son and a half daughter for the prince, and sometimes she feels uncomfortable. Dafujin Borkin sobbed.

"You're the most slippery, so let's ask for it later. Dolgon scratched the nose of Dafujin Borgin and smiled, "Aifei, now that the winter is getting colder and colder, you must remember to put on the Zhaojun cover, Guanyin cover, cotton jacket, and big coat when you go out in the future, and you can't be a child anymore." In the future, I will not be there, you have to take care of Dongguo, she is the only bone and blood. The gold and silver enamels, paintings, inlaid filigree, and gold and silver jewels in the palace will not be ugly for your mother and son for a few lifetimes, and in the future, you will not accept any more treasures that outsiders pay tribute to, you know?"

"Lord, what's wrong with you today? He spoke strangely, as if he was explaining what was going on. Is it that Zheng Chenggong from Taiwan is coming from the sea again? Or is it ......" Dafujin Bolkin turned around and sat up in surprise.

The regent Dolgon tightly supported the Great Fu Jin Borjin with both hands, and finally revealed his heart: "Ai Concubine, the great poet analyzed that the death of my third brother Duoduo was actually carefully designed by Empress Xiaozhuang to send Ao Bai and others, and now the old ministers of Huang Taiji are afraid to unload the mill and kill the donkey." After the third brother, I am next. ”

"Lord Wang, the entire Qing Empire knows that you are the regent, how dare they do it?"

"Ai Concubine, ten years in Hedong, ten years in Hexi. Today is no better than in the past, you just need to keep a low profile. I know Xiaozhuang, she will attack me at most, and she will never be angry with you. Dolgon looked at Dafujin and said solemnly.

"Lord Wang, really? Don't scare your concubine......s! If you have three longs and two shorts, how will your concubines live in the future?" said Dafu Jin Borjin as he hugged Dolgon.

"Ai Concubine, don't be like this, be strong! Xiaozhuang and the old ministers of Huang Taiji are suspicious that I want to seek a dynasty to usurp the throne, so this is why it will be like this. In the past, I was indeed arrogant and arrogant in the imperial court, and the policy of ruling the Han Dynasty also offended some Manchu magnates, so it led to today's disaster. But I have a clear conscience and am worthy of the Jurchen ancestors and ancestors. Don't be sad, the landlord and I have thought of a plan to get out of the shell of the golden cicada, and when I get the Tongshen Ding and enter the Divine Dao, I can cultivate into an immortal and turn things around. Dolgon looked at Dafujin Borkin with wide eyes and smiled, his eyes glowed with hope, bringing a trace of hope and comfort to Dafujin Borkin's confused and helpless heart.

"Really, what Shinto?

"Fool, don't cry, don't do this! Who doesn't have it and lose it. I have laid down the country in my life, I have the first beauty of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, and I have also enjoyed the treatment of the Ninety-Five-Year Plan, and I have no regrets to have you and a daughter! I have also met a great poet like Liu Changchun, a layman from Kyushu, and I am already very lucky! You must keep this collection of poems "Poetic World" and "Short Song Xing" poems, and teach her the philosophy and wisdom in them when Dongor grows up. While wiping away the tears of Dafujin Borkin, Dolgon smiled and handed the poetry collections "Poetic World" and "Tanka Xing" on the bedside table to Dafujin Borkin.

"Lord Wang, I heard that you went back to the Shenyang Forbidden City yesterday?" Dafu Jin Borjin asked weakly.

"Yes, I've been away from home for too long, and after reading the great poet's "Homesickness", I also feel a little homesick. So, while you still have freedom and breath, go back and have a look, and pay tribute to some ancestors. Dolgon opened "The End of the Poetic World" and turned to the chapter "Homesickness".

"Sure enough, it is a good poem, the whole poem rhymes, the artistic conception is beautiful, affectionate, and majestic. When the concubines saw it, they all wanted to go home. Dafujin Borkin laughed when he saw the song "Homesickness", and couldn't help but chant "Homesickness":

The fetal sound is germinating

My ears are already familiar with the Huangmei opera of my mother's blood and bones

A warm and soft stream

The carol will fragrance every morning of my life

Chase the playroom

My feet have already covered the backbone of my father's father in my hometown

Thick and solemn Cangshan

The majesty will roar in every splendor of my life

The end of the world

My hands have touched the frame of the Chinese painting of the blood of the motherland

China has a long history

The stars will shine in my hometown every night

When the sun is full

My periwinkle is full of nostalgia for Bona

A great man who has been famous for eternity

Changchun will be engraved in the myth of every extension in my historical records

"It's really beautiful. Many of the great poets' poems have penetrated the philosophy of the world and the vicissitudes of life, which have deeply influenced me. It is no wonder that the wind of the Tianhan Dynasty has been blowing for so many years, and Liu Han has been up and down for several generations, just look at the poems of the great poet Liu Changchun, and although we Jurchens have laid down the country on horseback, the road of later generations is blocked and long, but unfortunately Xiaozhuang does not understand me, alas, "Al......as, Dolgon sighed.

"Lord Wang, don't worry about that. In life, it is enough to know one or two, not to mention that the heroic deeds of the prince in his life are unprecedented in the Qing Dynasty, so there is no need to mind. I know Sister Bumu Butai, she is kind-natured, and her concubines used to love Xiao Fulin, so the prince doesn't have to worry about me. It's just that Ao Bai has been domineering since he was a child, and the prince has to watch out for him. Dafujin Borkin advised.

"Ai Concubine, I know it all in my heart. Don't worry, I've arranged it outside. You don't have to worry about me. Rest early. Then Dorgon blew out the lamp, untied his clothes, and went to bed.

Dafu Jin Borkin hugged Dolgon tightly, the moonlight was shining outside, and the moonlight covered the window lattice, through the curtains and curtains, accompanied by Dolgon and Dafujin Borkin quietly falling asleep.

When I got up early the next morning, Dolgon was washing, and the housekeeper came to report: "Qiqi Regent, Hong Chengchou is here to see." ”

"Hong Chengchou?!" When the regent Dolgon heard this name, he immediately remembered the Ming Dynasty, "After Huang Taiji captured Hong Chengchou, he cherished talents, and bitterly persuaded Hong Chengchou to join the Qing Empire. This Hong Chengchou is coming over now, is he a lobbyist?"

Yes, no matter how hard steel is, there will be gaps, and no matter how strong people are, there will be weaknesses. Hong Chengchou is so strong, Queen Xiaozhuang started with the word love, and won him with a few bowls of ginseng and chicken soup back then.

Dolgon smiled at the butler, "Let Hong Aiqing come over for dinner together!"

So the butler took Hong Chengchou into the inner hall and dined with Dolgon, who was eating.

"Regent, Chitose Chitose Chitose!" Hong Chengchou bowed and saluted.

"Hong Aiqing, be flat!" Dolgon raised his hand and smiled, "Hahaha...... Look at this king, the regent of the imperial father, Fu Lin didn't come, but you ran over! Thank you for still thinking about this king! Come, sit down, and eat some together!"

Hong Chengchou got up and sat down, ate a few bites of breakfast, then put down the soup spoon and said with a smile: "Regent, do you know how I surrendered to the Qing Dynasty back then?"

"Hahaha...... Because you're smart, you know that Chongzhen Lao'er is an unreliable master!" said Dolgon, smiling as he ate.

"Not entirely. "Who has not died in life since ancient times, leave Dan to take care of the sweat!" The minister was the governor of Jiliao of the Ming Dynasty, and the minister took Wen Tianxiang as a lifelong model. It was Empress Xiaozhuang who stared at the ministers with her eyes and told the ministers the stories of the Mongolian steppe. As she spoke, tears wet her clothes, and tears fell on her minister's heart. Empress Xiaozhuang did not say a word of persuasion, no threat, no word of righteousness, and her sad gentleness made the minister feel disappointed in the Ming Dynasty and deep guilt for his family. Because Empress Xiaozhuang also thinks that the minister is a rare talent, she understands Huang Taiji's thoughts, and moves the ministers with affection and reason, so the ministers are clear. Hong Chengchou said with a smile.

"Hehehe...... So what? You should be grateful to Empress Xiaozhuang's mother and son, why do you say this to this king?" Dolgon looked around, smiled, and asked knowingly.

Hong Chengchou admonished: "Regent, the minister has always thought that the one who destroys the Ming Dynasty is the power of the regent alone, you are the god of war that has not been encountered in a hundred years, you are the dragon and phoenix among the people, and now there is tension outside, there is one thing that the minister does not vomit and is unhappy today!"

"Oh?!, Aiqing, is there anything wrong with it, but it doesn't matter!" said the Regent Dolgon, smiling, as he ate.

"The regent, with the Han rule of the Han policy can be said to be unprecedented, out of the gods, abolish the shaving order, abolish the system of Wang Baylor personally manage the affairs of the ministry, the six departments to implement the Manchu and Han division system, held three examinations, a total of 1,100 Han Jinshi, let the Manchu and Han families, and promote the integration of the Manchu and Han. It can be said that the Han people are benevolent and righteous, although Empress Xiaozhuang does not understand the regent's painstaking efforts, and the ministers can deeply understand it. Even if there are still sequelae of the north-south party dispute, and there is still a gap between the Manchus and the Han Dynasty, the regent has done it perfectly. Hong Chengchou spoke eloquently.

"Hahaha...... Aiqing came early in the morning to pat himself on the back, what can you say directly!" Dolgon laughed.

"The regent is wise, and the regent doesn't hear the truth that 'those who are scorching will perish, and those who are silent will survive'. The regent pacified the world, and he was really an emperor through the ages, but he was not taken by God, but was blamed for it. Regent, after you were promoted to the emperor's uncle, the regent began to expand, and you built a new palace for Emperor Shunzhi, the purpose of which was to imprison Xiaozhuang's mother and son in the new palace, and you had the power alone. When all the great gifts such as hunting and going out of the army, the princes and nobles will gather together to wait for the decree, and they will also kneel down to see you off. Whenever you go back to the palace, you need to send the dragon to the palace gate. In case of New Year's Day and celebration ceremony, the Minister of Civil and Military Affairs will go to congratulate you after the Emperor Shunzhi. Every day, you get off the sedan chair inside the noon gate, while the other Eight Banner vassal kings need to get off the sedan chair outside the noon gate. The regent is so arrogant and domineering, so he will have today's difficulties. Hong Chengchou spoke eloquently.

"Aiqing, what do you want to say? Empress Xiaozhuang sent you over?"

"Regent, when Xiaozhuang married you, you didn't turn your face and saved their mother and son. People are not sages, who can be without faults! Knowing mistakes can be changed, and kindness is great! Moreover, Empress Xiaozhuang is also a person who knows how to repay her kindness, and now Empress Xiaozhuang only needs to go to Cining Palace to admit your mistakes, and then tell the old man to return to his hometown without asking about the government, and completely hand over the imperial power to Emperor Shunzhi, and forgive you all your previous mistakes!" Hong Chengchou said solemnly.

Dolgon sneered: "Aiqing, this king has only done two things in his life. The first was to support Dai Fulin in the Sanguan Temple and assist him in consolidating the new ruling order of the Qing Empire; the second was to subdue Wu Sangui in the Battle of Shanhaiguan, strategize, defeat Li Zicheng, occupy the city of Beijing, and open a page in the history of the Qing Dynasty's entry into the Central Plains. This king asked himself if he was worthy of the rivers and mountains and the society of the rivers and mountains, and worthy of the ancestors and ancestors! What is wrong?

"Alas...... Regent, now is not the time for you to be stubborn! You just need to admit your mistakes! Otherwise, there is nothing the minister can do!" Hong Chengchou bowed his head and sighed.

"Aiqing, go back! Bring a message to Queen Xiaozhuang, 'This king's life is bright and fair, what is wrong!' This king is not Yue Fei, and she Xiaozhuang is not Qin Hui, so there is no need to make some 'unwarranted' fame come out! It's boring! Send off guests!" After that, the regent Dolgon wiped his mouth with a handkerchief, threw the handkerchief on the dining table and shook his hands away.

"Lord Hong, please!" said the housekeeper of the Regent's Mansion with his hand stretched out and bent down to see off the guest.

"Alas...... It's really a smelly and hard stone!!, why can't you understand?!" Hong Chengchou shook his head and sighed, turning to leave.

Dolgon stood in the attic, looking at the back of Hong Chengchou's carriage leaving, as if he had sent off one of his confidants, and there was always reluctance in his heart, but he couldn't keep it. Listening to Hong Chengchou's remarks, the regent Dolgon was more sure of his current crisis, and a trace of worry suddenly appeared in his heart. But as a generation of war gods, how could the regent Dolgon be wrong? After all, he had never plotted to usurp the throne in his life, and he had not been sorry for Xiaozhuang's mother and son.

Fan Wenchen received a letter from the regent Dorgon, and also drove a carriage through the checkpoint set by Ao Bai and others in the name of "visiting the sick" and entered the regent palace.

"Regent, how are you doing? The old minister heard that Ao Bai is going to attack you! What do you need, even if you are told, the old minister will definitely do it!" Fan Wenchen knelt down and bowed as soon as he entered the door.

"Get up!" Dolgon raised his hand to help Fan Wenchen and said, "Old Fan, this king knows that you have been a talent in the Ming Dynasty in the past, but Chongzhen is old and deaf, and you are not good at mixing in the Ming Dynasty, so after Fushun was broken by me, you and your brother went to Huang Taiji together." You actively used your ingenuity to help Huang Taiji establish the Qing Dynasty, and made suggestions to clean up Yuan Chonghuan and the entire Ming Dynasty. This king still remembers that you said, 'If Qin loses its deer, Chu and Han chase it, it is not me who fights with the Ming Dynasty, but also fights with the Liukou', let me analyze the battle situation in Beijing and recruit Wu Sangui, 'The battle will be won, the attack must be won, the thief is not as good as me; After this king pacified the world, you, as a scholar of the Inner Academy, have always been very low-key. You are the Zhuge Liang of this king, the lucky star of this king! Hahaha...... Although everyone says that you are a big traitor, they still rumor that a traitor is a traitor, you can paddle the water, and say that you are doing it very seriously, but this king is reluctant to let you be a traitor!"

"Regent, why are you still talking about this? Regent, the old minister has looked at the past and the present, you have made great achievements and fame through the ages, and you are the first person in the ages! As the saying goes, if you are like a hill or a mountain, you will have great rewards if you don't need to rob it; you will be like water, and you will benefit all things well, and you will have good popularity without fighting. If you fight, even if the old minister throws his head and spills his blood, he will follow you closely!" Fan Wenchen clenched his fists and said solemnly.

"Hahaha...... The good is like water, and the water is beneficial to all things without fighting! Fight is not to fight, not to fight is to fight, the husband is the only one to fight, and the world can not fight with it! How can the light of dawn know the depth of the night?! There is good and evil in humanity, and there is no good or evil in heaven! This king has gained all the fame and fortune in the world, and this life is enough, what is there to fight for?!" Dolgon sat down to drink tea, and smiled faintly.

"I don't know what happened to the regent, but he actually understood so deeply!, does the regent have anything else to explain?!" Fan Wenchen asked with concern, feeling a little sorry in his heart, and suddenly remembered the scene of "Farewell My Concubine".

"Old Fan, this king has nothing to worry about! I hope to go to the Shinto, I hope that I will achieve positive results as soon as possible, soar to become an immortal, and bless me with the everlasting foundation of the Qing Empire!" Dolgon took a sip of tea and looked at the sky and said longingly.

"Regent, are you now a Daoist cultivator?" Fan Wenchen said in surprise.

"Sort of?" said Dolgon, who was a little confused.

"What mountain did you enter, and what teacher did you worship?" Fan Wenchen asked.

"There are no sects! I wonder if the Taishang Laojun and the Tongtian Sect Master are also self-created sects? hahaha...... The king is going to create his own sect!" said Dolgon, sneering.

"Oh! The old minister doesn't know much about these things about cultivating immortals, so he can't help him! Hahaha...... Then the old minister wishes the regent a successful cultivation of immortals as soon as possible, and he will be ranked in the immortal class!" Fan Wenchen said with a smile.

"Old Fan, this king summoned you this time to entrust you with something. Dorgon waved his hand and stepped back to the left and right.

"Regent, what's the matter? Don't say one, even if it's ten or hundred, the old minister will do his best and do whatever he can!" Fan Wenchen said solemnly.

Dolgon leaned his head over and whispered: "Old Fan, in the opinion of this king, this Ao Bai and Wu Sangui will rebel one day, Fu Lin is still young, Sonny is old and afraid of things, you and Hong Chengchou and others will have to worry more about it in the future." What this king is most worried about is the foundation of the ancestors of the Qing Dynasty, and there is no room for failure!"

"Don't worry, Regent, the old minister guarantees with the head of Xiang, and he will definitely do his best to assist Fulin in this life, beware of Ao Bai and Wu Sangui, and will not let them succeed easily!"

"That's good, that's good! What happened after this king, just don't believe it! This king is fine, you can go back." Dorgon shook his hand and laughed.

"Okay! I see! Then take care of yourself!" Fan Wenchen said and retreated.

The regent Dolgon looked at Fan Wenchen's distant back and disappeared into the snow, and smiled reassuringly, no matter whether the cultivation of immortals was successful or not, whether he could rank in the immortal class in the future, after all, he would hand over the biggest heart disease in his life to this wise man of the Qing Empire.

I received a message from the regent Dorgon, and rode to the scene with a bang, much to Dolgon's surprise again.

"Great poet, the rivers and lakes are far away, and this king is afraid that he will see each other in the future, and it will be a different scene!" said Dolgon, smiling at me.

"The Lord Regent is going on a long journey, where are you going?!" I laughed.

"Beyond the clouds, the immortal gods. Dorgon looked up at the sky and smiled.

"The great husband can bend and stretch, and the choice between the world is his own! The regent is indeed extraordinary, and you are also the bosom friend I have been fortunate to meet in this life! I toast you with a glass of wine!" I said, unscrewed the wine bag around my waist, took a sip of myself, and threw it at the regent Dorgon.

"The wine is a thousand glasses less!Dry!, you and I will hold the sword in the sky, and fight again!" With that, Dolgon snorted and drank the wine in the wine bag and threw it back to me.

"Well, I wish I had seen you at the top of my life!" I laughed, screwing the sac cork and shoeing it around my waist.

"Great poet, every time I look at your poems, I feel energetic, enthusiastic, and inspiring! Life is short, love is long, and it is difficult to read, blindly solve the millennium! Why bother every day to be ashamed of flowers, sigh and lock the fragrance, and sell fine wine, sing and dance, and provoke the year! Only the heroic atmosphere of heaven and earth, the sun, the moon, the mountains and rivers is majestic, and I dance with me, and live with the same radiance and longevity...... Today, this king strokes the qin, can you dance the sword again?!" The regent Dolgon smiled, "Come on, carry the guqin!"

Dolgon said, and the butler brought a guqin with the minions and put it on the copy.

"Good!" I laughed.

"Then play a song "Mountains and Flowing Water"!" After that, the regent Dolgon plucked the strings, the sound of the piano was ethereal, looping in the regent's mansion, the sound of the piano rolled in the clouds and mist, resounding in the sky, as if Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi came on the clouds, and the four of us played "High Mountains and Flowing Water" together.

"Regent, I have come all the way, the mountains and rivers know my meaning, the plants and trees know my feelings, the words and I know each other, and we never abandon each other. Only one song "Poetry Travel Song Xing" is the most bosom friend, understanding my mind!" After that, I pulled out the Zhanlu sword, and a ray of white light shot into the sky, refracting a rainbow. While waving my sword and flying in the air on the snow, I sang aloud my masterpiece "Poetry Travel Song Xing":

Heaven and earth give birth to all things, and all things will come out of Kyushu.

Each has a singular temperament, including the world's elite.

Poetry travel songs travel Kyushu, poetry and songs are classics.

What is a Kyushu layman? Poetry travel Kyushu Xingyin.

The brigade will personally visit the trip and read the spring and autumn of China.

Absorb the beauty of the four seas and feed back the five lakes.

The sun basks the ink of the five lakes, and the night plays the sound of the piano from all over the world.

Poetry and books are classic and proud, and teaching and educating people are legendary.

Liu Changchun, Luzhou, was born in Guixiang, a disciple.

With the four beauties of sages in mind, the mountains and lakes are golden.

Since childhood, he has studied diligently and read a lot of books and historic sites.

Adhering to the original intention of the dream, waiting to be swayed for thousands of miles.

Footprints all over Kyushu, the eyes are extremely beautiful.

In-depth interviews with guests from all over the world, nostalgic and lyrical.

He wrote books and talked about sexuality, and was known as a Kyushu layman.

The horses are herding for a long time, and the poets and singers are singing.

Ups and downs of life, firewood, rice, oil and salt market.

The history of black and white fields for hundreds of years, the history of spring and autumn for thousands of years.

The shade is the same, and it is very popular to the bone.

Knowing the book with the green mountains, and seeing the letter with flowing water.

The pen is intoxicated by the mountains and rivers, and the will of heaven and earth is recited.

A thought of a thousand miles of white clouds, and then a thought of the infinite prosperity.

Three thoughts, three lives, three lives, and reading, singing and doing.

The world sings, and the walkers are boundless.

Raise a glass to invite the bright moon to dance, draw a sword and encourage the goshawk.

Poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry, poetry

The sun engraves the scorching sun, and the bold Wenbo unicorn.

The green dragon is engraved out of the moon, and the ink is graceful.

Qinglian is self-deprecating day and day, and draws her sword every night to win the championship.

Friends are sold out, and the wine and food are sung.

Singing and dancing heart-to-heart, knowing and cherishing each other.

People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is cloudy and sunny.

However, the flowers are extinct, and they also sigh that they are empty.

Red sleeves are hard to find, and love poems are crying.

Lonely and lonely to drink alone, sleep soundly and dream to find a soulmate.

The starry sky is lit up at night, and the ink is tumbling in the sea of smoke.

The ice is cold and silencing, and the flowing fireflies are faint and the cicadas are singing.

Exhausting ancient and modern anthologies, the short songs are at the top.

Against all odds, one heart is invincible, not to mention talented.

It is a sunny day, and auspicious clouds are good news.

The phoenix sings to him, and the unicorn bows his head and rides.

The true meaning of legendary life, the poetry of eternity is the same as in the past.

Prosperous retro style, riding the wind to the sky and the earth.

Wash away the old habits and glow the charm of China.

The south of the Wupeng Jiangnan is clear and poetic.

The horizontal knife immediately Xinjiang, Loulan killed the wolf.

Wishing for thousands of miles, fierce ambition to guide the maze.

Heaven and man are immortal, and their names are lonely through the ages.

The New Year's celebration is reincarnated, and the festival is in Changchun for four seasons.

Poetry and Chu Ci brother-in-law, Tang poetry and Song poetry.

Heaven and earth are a dream, and mountains and rivers are poetic.

The east, west, north and south poetry brigades, chanting before and after, left and right.

Mountains and rivers, the sun and the moon go hand in hand, and the Chinese Qiankun is concentric.

I am a Kyushu layman, a brilliant collection of Chinese poetry.

I played the piano and drums with Dolgon, Yu Boya and Zhong Ziqi, sang and marched forward, and performed "Mountains and Flowing Water" perfectly. For a time, the snow is all over the sky, in the clouds and mist, the flowers and rain are like beads, the birds are singing, the flowers are blooming, the sky is full of energy, and the immortals gather, celebrating each other, and the joy is incomparable. A song is hearty, and another song is a song to feed bosom friends.

"I don't know the meaning of the song at first acquaintance, but I am already a person in the song when I hear it again! The regent, this time to go to the blue sky, the road is obstructive and long! Treasure thousands!"

"Great poet, I will certainly live up to my expectations! I will be impressed by the three days of Shibei! I will strike hard if he fights again in the blue sky!" exclaimed the regent Dorgon.

The regent Dolgon watched me ride around with envy, which strengthened his determination to cultivate Shinto. I can't sing the song "Mountains and Flowing Water", and I hate to see Dolgon late. Since ancient times, heroes have seen the same thing, and when I saw Dolgon, it was as if Fan Li of Chu State had taken a look at Gou Jian of Yue Country in the crowd, so two young people who also had great ambitions hit it off and sympathized with each other. As a result, Fang has "hard-working people, the sky does not bear, lie down and taste the gall, one hundred and two Qinchuan will eventually belong to Chu; "Rhetoric that turned things around. He is a bosom friend, with similar mental strength and the same mind.