Translation and Appreciation of the Original Snow in Lushan Mountain

The sun is shining, the snow is white, and Lushan Mountain is like a cloud. I know the spiritual realm, not the mountain. The colors of trees are broken in the air, and the sound of spring is half inaudible in the sky. A thousand cliffs cover Kethleen, where is Kuang Jun going? -Wang Shimao's "Lushan Snow" in the Ming Dynasty Lushan Snow is covered with white snow in the sun, and Lushan is like white clouds.

I know the spiritual realm, not the mountain.

The colors of trees are broken in the air, and the sound of spring is half inaudible in the sky.

A thousand cliffs cover Kethleen, where is Kuang Jun going?

The strange hall rests and gathers a pot of spring. Green mountains and green waters are nothing more than a few people among bamboo flowers. I didn't know there were a thousand immortals in the outside world, but there were two or three in my body. Once I get nothing from the contract, the moon and the breeze are my neighbors. -Song Bai Yuchan "Wonderful" is wonderful

The strange hall rests and gathers a pot of spring.

Green mountains and green waters are nothing more than a few people among bamboo flowers.

I didn't know there were a thousand immortals in the outside world, but there were two or three in my body.

Once I get nothing from the contract, the moon and the breeze are my neighbors. The immortal pavilion is silent, and the strange peak is overwhelming. The mica screen opens the painting, and the crystal curtain hangs high in the cave door. Peach forest is full of red snow in spring, and pine valley wind is full of green waves. Through the night in Crane Immortal, the dew cools five layers of cloud robes. -The unknown Liu Zongmin sang Huangshan.

The immortal pavilion is silent, and the strange peak is overwhelming.

The mica screen opens the painting, and the crystal curtain hangs high in the cave door.

Peach forest is full of red snow in spring, and pine valley wind is full of green waves.

Through the night in Crane Immortal, the dew cools five layers of cloud robes.

Sooner or later, it is difficult to violate the tide. The ghost chef is generous, and the ghost paper is arrogant. On the festival, I tasted the funeral and awarded the saint thief, and each sacrifice was alive and fat. I planted incense and burned Gao Yi, but the book of Tai Shiyi has not returned. -Modern Wang Jingwei's Untitled Chapter is untitled.

Sooner or later, it is difficult to violate the tide.

The ghost chef is generous, and the ghost paper is arrogant.

On the festival, I tasted the funeral and awarded the saint thief, and each sacrifice was alive and fat.

I planted incense and burned Gao Yi, but the book of Tai Shiyi has not returned.