Encountering Immortals in Mingjian Pavilion
When Wei Jiashen was in May, when the mausoleum of Huangye Village moved to the valley, all the people in the Grand View Garden dispersed for a while, and when they were bored, I was the shadow of Shanjun. Mingming Shujun made an appointment to visit Langhuan of Wuhe Township blessed land. The mountain of Wuhe, surrounded by forests and Xius, is hidden like a ring, but one or two places are missing in the southwest, where the gurgling stream comes from.
There is a bridge in Linxi, and the rainbow is winged. Two or three miles across the bridge, there are mountains suddenly, as Li Baiyun said, "Mountains rise from people's faces". There are waterfalls on the mountain, the thunder crashes, the river collapses, and the rocks and snow are sprayed. Passing through the stream, crossing the three mountains, the mountains and the stream merge, and the trees and stones are dense. There is a trail beside it, winding mountains. The other three people climbed the vines and embraced the geese, and went up in Jianyi. After traveling for six or seven miles, there was a mountain called Mingjian, which was beautiful and beautiful, and a blue like a daisy. The top of the mountain is surrounded by clouds and mist, and among the illusory, the buildings, terraces, songs and pavilions are just like it.
The other three smiled at each other and stayed here for the night.
It's night insects chirping, and the new moon is like a beauty's evening makeup, bright, clear, calm, and solemn. Out of the hustle and bustle of the world of mortals, I suddenly enter the cool world of vast glazed glass, and I can hardly tell who is born, and what is the world.
Yu Wanmei tossed and turned, got up at night wearing clothes, passed the pavilion, walked through the moon gate, and faced the lotus pond. There is a pavilion beside the pool, and there are four people in white clothes sitting by the pavilion, the first from the left, black-faced and thin, the second from the left, bearded and solemn, deep in thought, and his neighbor, dressed in Confucianism and rich in crown, chic and handsome. The one on the right cannot be seen immediately in the shadows, and Yu holds his breath and holds his breath, watching it on tiptoe. The black-faced and thin man said calmly, "Shui Tiao talented person, is the night star river hanging on the ground, the moon is like a mirror, the breeze is beautiful, what is this good night?" Du Zhuren, drink the South Lake of Xiakou at night, and make a good story about Langguan Lake. Why don't servants and lords follow suit, and add two or three scenic spots to this place?" , with righteousness but no talent, stay with the last seat, but the kings are the first to look forward." The shadowy man clapped his hands and laughed, and looked left and said, "What do you think, brother Zhou?" The bearded and stern man said, "I dare not say goodbye. It's night. The moonlight is like practice, and the clear light can be used as a guide, so why don't you take poetry as a record. However, in poems, there must be the word "bright mirror." "Take this as an example, take this as an example!" Everyone said to each other. The sound gradually died down, and in an instant, the Confucianist clothing champion chanted, "The bright mirror covers the dust, and the Weitai is illuminated with affection. The black magpie arrives in the middle of the day, and the phoenix comes in the flower. The jade color is suspected to be ice-cold, and the golden light is like the moon. Knowing Le Yanfu, There are talents to learn from." "Wonderful, wonderful!" In the silence, someone praised him. Turning to look at it, the shadow Shanjun and Mingming Shujun suddenly came hand in hand with the immortals from Yaochi, Yuji shook his hand, but looked around, the traces of people were sloppy, the clouds and trees were faint, and the man in white suddenly disappeared. Jun grinding. But to remember.