Song 1, No. 7 of "Shu Qijue Fifteen Long Scrolls"

Zheng Banqiao

One

The people in the boat were Fame and fortune are tied to people on shore. The river flows endlessly, and I ask you how long you have been working hard.

Two

The jujube flowers have just fallen and the dust on the road is fragrant, and the swallows are skimming the hemp pond. A yellow cloud flies ten hectares, and the melon selling shed is cool in the afternoon.

Three

The red lotus flowers mostly reflect the blue sky and are easy to wither in the early autumn wind. The prosperity and decline of the pond were all looked down upon by the sand gulls.

Four

It is always easy to receive blessings and blessings, and be calm and fearless. The secrets of life are given to each other now, but you can always follow your heart.

五

There are endless lotus leaves in the pond, and there is plenty of pine flowers on the ground. As soon as the world knew where he was going, he moved his thatched hut to live in a deep place.

Six years

I have been swimming in the sea for forty years. When the water is clear, the fish will not swallow the hook. Cut down all the fishing rods and plant bamboos again, regardless of the effort.

Seven

Thousands of acres of fields with ripe tea and wine, and a bay of clear water in Yunbai Mountain. If God allows me to be lazy, I will have nothing to do in the next few years.

Eight

Mr. Wuliu was originally in the mountains, but accidentally came to earth as a guest. When autumn comes and the moon is full, I return home and open the cage to release the white pheasants.

Nine

Nine days of driving and one day of leisure, looking for you but not meeting you and returning in vain. The strange poems and thoughts are so clear to the bones, the cold current outside the door is full of snow on the mountain.

Ten

Duan Gong was drunk and drunk, and the Buddha's seal was to roast a pig for his son to see. After harvesting hundreds of flowers and turning them into honey, I don’t know why the hard work is sweet.

Eleven

A thatched hut in the deep mountains, half a room of monks and half a room of white clouds. Sometimes the white clouds move like rain clouds, but when I look back I envy the old monk for his leisure.

Twelve

Prime Minister Pei was the most famous in the four dynasties, but Xu was born as a fisherman and woodcutter. If we talk about Fengyuejiang Mountain, Dingmao Bridge should be better than Wu Bridge.

Thirteen

Next to the green rocks of Mr. Jie's house, he read Yi Yaozhi repeatedly. He refuses to pick sesame seeds to shock the world, fearing that people will slander him as a god.

Fourteen

The mouth of the Huanjiang River is a slave's house. Lin Ruo comes to have tea in his spare time. The walls are built with loess and the roof of the thatched house is covered with a redbud flower in front of the door.

Fifteenth

I have immortal talents and I don’t know it, but I have been dreaming of picking up Huazhi for ten years. The autumn wind stirs the earth and the yellow clouds twilight, returning to Songyang to look for the old teacher.