I know a piece written in fu called "Le Yu Wen Fu". The full text, complete with rhymes, is recorded as follows: Chinese, a clear spring in the heart.

He came on stage wearing a crane cloak.

Embrace the breeze with full sleeves, enjoy the language and be happy.

It is also a pleasure to speak Chinese. Every time I see the beautiful scenery, I am always full of good feelings.

It's like spring, there are a few thunders at the beginning, and a few pieces of ice remain; the suburbs are purple and red, and the mountains in the distance are indigo; flying catkins compete with each other, and gossamers compete with each other; pink butterflies love flowers, and yellow crickets circle vegetables; swallows dance pitifully outside the curtain, and warblers pierce the willow bottom

Lovely; the birds are singing in spring without waking up, and the flowers are still there even though they have fallen.

In summer, the morning rain is misty and the dusk clouds are shrill; the leaves are fluttering and the waves turn over the fine wheat; the shallow streams are full of water and the deep woods are filled with the sounds of nature; the waves in the east sea are shocking and the waves in the north are terrifying; the lotus covers the water and the cow heron is impressive; in the west

The garden is full of grass and paths are confusing, and the roads in Nanling are narrow with many vines.

In Autumn, the setting sun is red, the flowing clouds are white, the pear is white; the mist can be woven, and the bright clouds can be cut; the autumn grass in front of the mountain, the cool locust tree under the courtyard; the quiet chrysanthemum stands alone, and the wild geese line up; the red maple is extremely brilliant, and the white crane is idle in the wild

The sky is too bright; the blue sky is clear and cloudless, and the Milky Way is as clear as a belt.

In winter, the alleys are flooded with light, and the pavilions are overflowing with color; the Su curtains are densely covered, and the red cherry blossoms are swaying lightly; the shadows of the cold candles are bright, and the warm sun is misty; the silk and bamboo are still in winter, and the boats are in full bloom; the green bamboos surround the pavilion, and the winter plum blossoms are dark

Mountains; the cool breeze rushes all over the place, and the auspicious snow covers the sky.

As a Chinese writer, I believe it is intoxicating and even more nurturing.

The language is like a place in front of the mulberry tree and a house behind the spring; the seats are full of distinguished guests, elegant guests often come; the beautiful rhymes are harmonious, and the fine wines are frequent; the chopsticks fall in the singing circle, and the crowns are crooked after the banquet.

People who speak Chinese are like old friends at the window, forgetting the opportunity and young moxa; drooping the rainbow in the mind, and catching the moon with the spirit; they can climb Chuxiu, cross Qinhuai, visit Langyuan, get drunk in Penglai, climb the green pines on the cliffs, caress the ancient cypresses in the poor countryside; refer to apricot wine

We agreed to sell it and negotiated to buy it along the Pi Road.

Those who speak Chinese are like Qi Pavilion with green eyebrows, favored by carved buildings, almond-shaped eyes in the fog, peach cheeks on the temples; you can go boating with them in the south of the Yangtze River, outside the Ma River; travel through the three Hunan provinces, travel to the nine sects; sing the Tujia high, sing the Miao village in a low voice,

Play the flute in the Central Plains and play the Jia at the frontier.

If there is no language, then there will be sleepless nights and many sleepless nights (this character cannot be typed, so add "hai" next to the vertical heart. "Modern Chinese Dictionary" includes this character and interprets it as: "Book" is in the form of pain; sorrow.).

There are moss marks on the wall and hidden worries, and cobwebs hanging on the eaves are unbearable. They are full of depression, not to mention a high-spirited attitude. If they are depressed about previous losses or lamenting on new losses, Gu Shouying uses self-pity to express his sorrow and be a rogue.

It hurts that the road ends at the end of the road. I feel resentful but my life is good. I shed tears at the corner of the wall. I feel sad when I hear the painting of a corner.

Alas!

How many years does it take to live in the autumn of the grass and trees?

Every time I ascend to a high place and look far away, looking at the clouds and the sea, I will say: "If you don't climb the ivory tower, why should you care about useless talents? If you don't spend your life learning the language, why would you regret a few feet of sick corpses?" So I went out to visit friends and sat in the study at night. I often asked for advice.

Guess every time in ancient books; I am intoxicated when reading articles, and I am stunned when I read poems; My eyes are astringent and bleeding, my bones are as thin as firewood;

The Chinese language is like a clear spring, which can be relaxed and relaxed. The Chinese language is like a clear spring, which can be relaxed and happy.

I know a piece written in fu called "Le Yu Wen Fu". The full text, complete with rhymes, is recorded as follows: Chinese, a clear spring in the heart.

He came on stage wearing a crane cloak.

Embrace the breeze with full sleeves, enjoy the language and be happy.

It is also a pleasure to speak Chinese. Every time I see the beautiful scenery, I always feel good.

It's like spring, there are a few thunders at the beginning, and a few pieces of ice remain; the suburbs are purple and red, and the mountains in the distance are indigo; flying catkins compete with each other, and gossamers compete with each other; pink butterflies love flowers, and yellow crickets circle vegetables; swallows dance pitifully outside the curtain, and warblers pierce the willow bottom

Lovely; the birds are singing in spring without waking up, and the flowers are still there even though they have fallen.

In summer, the morning rain is misty and the dusk clouds are shrill; the leaves are fluttering and the waves turn over the fine wheat; the shallow streams are full of water and the deep woods are filled with the sounds of nature; the waves in the east sea are shocking and the waves in the north are terrifying; the lotus covers the water and the cow heron is impressive; in the west

The garden is full of grass and paths, and the roads in Nanling are narrow with many vines.

In Autumn, the setting sun is red, the flowing clouds are white, the pear is white; the mist can be woven, and the bright clouds can be cut; the autumn grass in front of the mountain, the cool locust tree under the courtyard; the quiet chrysanthemum stands alone, and the wild geese line up; the red maple is extremely brilliant, and the white crane is idle in the wild

The sky is too bright; the blue sky is clear and cloudless, and the Milky Way is as clear as a ribbon.

In winter, the alleys are flooded with light, and the pavilions are overflowing with color; the Su curtains are densely covered, and the red cherry blossoms are swaying lightly; the shadows of the cold candles are bright, and the warm sun is misty; the silk and bamboo are still in winter, and the boats are in full bloom; the green bamboos surround the pavilion, and the winter plum blossoms are dark

Mountains; the cool breeze rushes all over the place, and the auspicious snow covers the sky.

As a Chinese writer, I believe it is intoxicating and even more nurturing.

The language is like a place in front of the mulberry tree, and a house behind the spring; the seats are full of distinguished guests, and elegant guests often come; the beautiful music is harmonious, and the fine wines are frequent; the chopsticks fall in the singing circle, and the crowns are crooked after the banquet.

People who speak Chinese are like old friends at the window, forgetting the opportunity and young moxa; drooping the rainbow with the mind and the spirit of catching the moon; they can climb Chuxiu, cross Qinhuai, visit Langyuan, get drunk in Penglai, climb the green pines on the cliffs, caress the ancient cypresses in the poor countryside; refer to apricot wine

We agreed to sell it and negotiated to buy it along Pipi Road.

Those who speak Chinese are like green eyebrows in Qige, favored by carved buildings, almond-shaped eyes in the fog, peach cheeks on the temples; you can go boating with them in the south of the Yangtze River, outside the Mahe River; travel all over Sanxiang, travel to the nine sects; sing about Tujia in high voices, sing about Miao village in low voice,

Play the flute in the Central Plains and play the Jia in the frontier fortress.