When you leave your post and go deep into the mountains, Yunfeng enjoys leisure. I drink on the piano when I am bored, but in front of the cliff. Suddenly, I saw a dry day in the northwest, with strong wind and thunder, dark clouds rolling and darkness. Tell the boy to pack the lyre and go to the grass pavilion. Suddenly, a sudden storm, clouds and smoke everywhere. Hit the flowers of that mountain with hail, and all the mountains and rivers in Lei Zhen will be submerged. The wind blew the horn clangingly, and the rain poured out like spring water. The ravine is full of water, and the stream is like a deep pool. At this moment, the rain stopped the wind and cold, and after the rain cleared, the wind dissipated. I took a break from my busy schedule, drove the boat and boarded the boat offshore to the river. Looking up to the southeast, the clouds are walking in the bright sky at the top of the mountain. Changhong hangs upside down on the horizon, with green lotus leaves lining red lotus. Beating the golden carp, put down the fishing rod. The paddle boat approached the shore and abandoned the boat in front of the mountain. Tell the boy to put away the flower basket and put away the hemp fiber and fishing rod. Half the fish is cooked in the stove, and the other half goes to the strip to exchange wine money.

Zigzag (ash pile) peaks overlap with each other. Looking at the beautiful clouds in the sky, the reflection is hanging in the lake and the waves are drifting. When fishing, I set sail, stopped my oars and drank a glass, but I saw golden scales shining, blue waves rolling over and swallows flying over. All kinds of flowers bloom, tourists stroll and Fang Fei goes for an outing. The shepherd boy piccolo crosses the cow's back, and the wild tune has no cavity to blow. The weather is warm and the clouds are light, so smiling at Shu Mei is pleasing to the eye. Although the scenery is pleasant and indescribable, it shakes the dry sky and unexpected clouds thunder. The fishing boat set sail, stopped oars and returned to the cabin. However, I saw the heavy rain on the ship's side and the wind set sail. Cattle are driven in the shepherd boy mountain, and the wind and thunder are sheltered in the visitors' pavilion. The cliff can't stop the torrent from rolling, and the ditches everywhere return to the north. In an instant, the water connects the sky, the sky connects the water, the water connects the lake, and the lake connects the reeds. The universe is stormy, the waves are rolling, and the broken mast (lying cow) is crumbling. I quickly turned my bow and paddled as if I had won the championship. Facing the wind and waves, flying to the shore in the rain. The boat is in the forest and the fish basket is on the back. Climb the slope and look to the northwest. The clouds are light and the wind is light, and the rosy clouds fly in a flash. Wan Hui is more poetic, and the poet stops writing and expresses his feelings. Such natural beauty does not seem to need the embellishment of skilled craftsmen, but the pleasant scenery makes me reluctant to return.

There was a sudden gust of wind around the corner. A biting cold, a little loose, scraped off the bamboo fence. If the waterfall hangs on the eaves, the flood is all over the ground, the ditch rises, it is difficult for pedestrians to walk, and the husband lives in the horseshoe. Suddenly, I saw a fisherman on the river breaking through the hemp fiber and floating in a hat, so I was in a hurry to leave the shore. (Out of bounds) I can't consider village head Lu Liu, long market and restaurant for wine and fish. I saw how deep Shui Bo Mountain was, but I couldn't tell the difference between east, west, north and south. It also connects heaven and water, heaven and earth, earth and mountains, and mountains are continuous, making it a mystery of the universe. Suddenly I heard the wind and thunder, the earth shook, the trees fell and the stones cracked, the thunder and fog rang, the lightning was dazzling, and the evil spirits avoided. It is not easy to close the stone bridge and tie the boat. I got off the boat and pointed to the front, hoping to visit my former village bosom friend. At this time, the clouds and the wind stopped, as dense as silk cattle capillaries. There is firewood by the river and mud on the shore. Chai Fei fell and the dead tree split. Broken branches and leaves float with the water, and fallen flowers and thatch cover the ground. But I saw a donkey lying under the slope. It turned out that an old man was drunk, standing by the bridge and smiling, pointing to the donkey. He said that the donkey had fallen on me before hitting me, because I twisted my neck to watch the wind blow the wine flag. The peaks are vast, and the clouds are swaying in the sky. Suddenly, the strong wind suddenly dispersed the dark clouds in the ridge and it rained cats and dogs. (Over the chessboard) The proud fisherman on the river beach, fishing at the bow, was extremely happy and got dozens of golden scales. He smiled happily and bought rice money. Sell wine, change delicacies, call friends for a good night, and only eating the moon will bring your heart to heaven. Suddenly the wind and rain came, and the river was rough. The rain is like hail, and the wind is like the roar of tigers. The long wind blows the boat, knowing that it is raining cats and dogs. The old fisherman stopped fishing in a hurry, put on his hat, put away his cloak and rocked his boat in the wind and rain. He is full of energy and enthusiasm. A leaf floated away from the center of the river, and the sky flashed cold light, and the sky flashed thunder and lightning. The wind stirs the clouds around and the clouds wrap the wind. Cosmic fan, Gan Kun, wind and rain around the clouds. It's hard to say when the storm came, but he was so tired that he shook his body and leaned against the hatch, trying to see with his eyes. It's just that the clouds are long, the water is surging, the wind is blowing, the rain is falling, and the water and the mountains are hard to separate. I clearly heard the ups and downs of reeds and the cries of seagulls. At the moment, the rain is as small as a dime a dozen, and three or five people are faintly visible. The boat landed, boarded the jump, tied it up, moved the cloak, shook the hemp fiber, took off the hat, and sang and laughed wildly in the rich water village. Trembling and muddy, I hobbled into the straw spoon.

At present, the common forms of Quyi in "The Wind and Rain Return to the Ship" are interlude, Beijing Rhyme Drum, and Liu Baorui's one-man crosstalk. Tea song is the most primitive music in octagonal drum, and it is a part of Dan Xian's singing. It originated from the daily entertainment of the children of Manchu Eight Banners in the early Qing Dynasty, flourished in the Qianlong Dynasty, and was popular both inside and outside Beijing. There are many forms of tea songs, and the lyrics are different. There are several kinds of frogs: Foreword Frog, Seventeen Frog, Remote Frog, Middle East Frog, Jiang Yang Frog, Huailai Frog, Ashpile Frog and Begging Frog.