Wind and Water/Wu Wenru One Two Three Four Five Six Seven Eight Nine

　　Grab a handful of air and you can wring out the water

　　I want to turn myself into air, into water

　　Any song that melts into the Nine-Curved Creek and grows with the water

　　Whether it's a red-eyed trout or an eel, just swim in the stream

　　Swim against the current and run to the spring. I want to ring myself up

　　In the night of Wuyi Mountain, keep up with the dance steps of the fish

　　Sparkling ripples, is the new line of poetry

　　I was like an eel, swimming slowly

　　In the sea at the junction of temperate tropical and brackish water

　　Hide yourself in a coral reef

　　I don't chase any unbridled waves

　　Nor did he dare to inquire about their whereabouts

　　The song of the bottom of the heart floats like a water weed

　　With the flow of water, banish the voices of the long-lonely heart

　　I think it's time to sing along the long-lost starlight,

　　Let the mountain breeze fill the swaying night, perhaps

　　Only my sleeplessness can comfort this sea of affection

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　　Stars, please don't beat your heart, you jump, the sky is drunk

　　Bamboo rafts in the stream, please do not run aground in the name of poetry

　　In the endless waters

　　The scenery wanders in the eye sockets

　　Tea is what you produce, wine, and it is also the romantic situation that you make

　　It is also you in the rich incense pieces and jelly, suddenly frustrated

　　The long blue skirt drifted from the Great King Peak to the Jade Girl Peak

　　Where is the king, where is the jade girl, where is the myth of waiting for love?

　　A parasol that can't hold the water in the sky

　　The land of Mindi is rainy, damp in heart, and winding paths

　　The green sleeves, long dances, and southern tones described in ancient poems

　　On the dripping leaves, smile

　　It is easy to catch a pair of feminine eyes

　　You can also grab a handful of infatuated clouds and stand in the rain

　　Watch as a section of dead branches grows on the stone, growing air roots

　　Grow water waves, grow fish jumps and bird songs

　　On the moonlit Dajin Lake, there is a pool of nectar-like poems

　　Those words of the spirit of the water, riding on the ark, all the way forward

　　In the cool wind, the echo of the wooden fish is faintly heard

　　The scriptures that are recited are heard and heard. Respect a high incense

　　Lifted overhead, a bang sounded

　　Like the years handed over by the years, the afterglow of the world is lingering

　　Metaphor is the best expression

　　Love is in the heart, no joy, no sorrow, no joy and no death

　　Mountains are landscapes and rivers, and rivers and lakes are no longer rivers and lakes

　　No matter how low the water is, anyone can take it, and no matter how high the mountain can be climbed, anyone can climb it

　　Just a cup of fragrant tea, or an idle book, no one favors

　　Among the green trees, there are flowers and birds, there are pavilions, and there are songs

　　It became a poem. The text of the branch, on a wisteria trellis

　　Like a hanging wind chime

　　Whether it's a long way or a shortcut

　　Every punctuation, every word

　　It was all a gust of wind, ringing the bell

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　　I have long known that there is a lot of water here

　　There are thousands of waters, meditation time, and open dialogue

　　Water, opened in one word, is filled with poetry at the beginning

　　Lakes and streams, in one boat, have the idea of unity

　　A breeze and oasis

　　The blue sky in the lake is not alarming

　　The lychee, which has matured, is enough to forget the green fruits of Su Qiu

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　　The Hidden Land, the Blessed State, a mysterious journey

　　Nine curves and eighteen bends, or did not salvage a song of the moonlight

　　I called for fish at the desk

　　It refuses to go ashore, free wild fish

　　Has been captured by the Chivalrous

　　Hospitable host, boiled Noshi in the creek

　　Let the literati and inkers of Song Street come up with a bunch of statements

　　In a table of fragrant bait

　　The surface of the water splashed with fine waves, and I retreated

　　Circle after circle of excitement outside the whirlpool, shoot and float, waiting for the waves to remain

　　During this process, I seemed to hear a kind of paddling sound

　　The sound of wind and water, the heart is quiet, not drowned out by reverie

　　There are mountains and temples everywhere, and some sounds seem to call

　　When I walked in and listened, a scoop of water was already in the palm of my hand

　　Raise your water sleeve and hold aloft a white lotus

　　Freehand inhabit duckweed, surrounded by water

　　Complete a complete composition. I sat in the painting

　　Knocked away by the wooden fish, it is exactly connected with the shadow in front of it