There are poems or words about Chyi Chin's calligraphy and painting. 1. What poems describe Chyi Chin's paintings and calligraphy?
"Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and hops are all inseparable from it.
It's all here now, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea. "Ha ha [qin] I didn't do anything at the beginning of my life. After I was born, the Han Dynasty declined.
Heaven is ruthless and chaotic, and the earth is ruthless, which makes me meet this time. The road is dangerous and the people are in exile.
Smoke and dust cover the wild, land rover prospers, and ambition is good and righteousness is lacking. Who should I sue for rude insults? After a while, I knocked on the piano, feeling angry and resentful.
Rong Jie forced me to get married and pushed me to the horizon. Yunshan is heavy and the wind is thousands of miles away.
Many people are violent and fierce. Like snakes, they are arrogant and extravagant. Two beats and one string, the string is heartbroken, heartbreaking and sad.
It is better to have no life than to go to the country of Yue Han and enter the city of Hu. Felt hair is shocking and flesh and blood, and what goes around comes around is boring to curb my feelings.
Drums are ringing from the night, and Hu Feng is dark. Hurt the present, feel the past, feel the past, feel sadness, feel pain, feel pain.
I miss my hometown day and night, and I feel the most bitter when my life is full. Natural disasters make the country chaotic and the people have no ownership. I am the only one who has no luck.
Different customs and different physical difficulties, different appetites, who can talk! It's sad to think about how hard it is to remember clearly. The wild goose south wants to make a sound, and the wild goose north returns to the west to get a Chinese sound.
Goose flies high, hard to find, but it hurts. Think about it. The folding of the eyebrows caressed Ya Qin to the moon, and the five strokes were profound.
First frost is cold and hungry, so you can't eat meat and cheese. At night, I heard the long water sobbing. I saw the Great Wall and the road was full.
Looking back, it is difficult to pack your bags, and six beats of sadness come and go. As the sun sets, the wind wails. I don't know who I'm talking to! Vilen is depressed, guarding Wan Li, vulgar, old, weak and young.
There are aquatic plants to build homes and repair bases, and cattle and sheep gather in the wild like bees and ants. When the grass is exhausted, all sheep and horses are disciples. Qipai hates living here.
Why don't you see me wandering alone? God, what happened? I live up to God. What makes me different? I live up to the gods. Why should I cross this country? I did eight beats to relieve my worries, but I didn't know my heart was turning to worry. The sky is boundless and my heart is sad.
Life is fleeting, but I can't be happy in my prime. I want to ask the truth, but the sky is gray and I have no chance.
Looking up at the clouds and smoke, nine beats are nostalgic. Who is it? The beacon fire in Chengtou has not been extinguished. When will the battlefield stop? The murderous look rushed to the door, and Hu Feng blew the moonlight. The hometown is silent with the sound of dust.
A lifetime of hard work and parting, ten times of sadness and tears into blood. I am not greedy for life and hate death, so I can't dedicate my body and my heart.
I still want to return to mulberry, and I have been dead for a long time. Sun, Moon and Sun are in Rongji, and the Hu people spoil me and have two sons.
There is no shame in bow education, and the growth of the soul is contemptible. There is a beat in ten miles, and because of this, sorrow and joy are lingering.
Dongfeng responds to the law and has a lot of heating, so we know that the Han family is the son of heaven and the cloth and clothes are harmonious. The Qiang people danced wildly and sang praises, and the two countries went to war with each other.
Suddenly, I met an envoy of the Han Dynasty, and he called me almost by imperial decree, asking my daughter to redeem my concubine. I'm glad I'm still alive, and I'm glad I met a sage, so I won't say goodbye to my children for no reason.
Nine times out of ten, it is difficult to live in two emotions. This doesn't mean I can't live, but I must go back and caress Hu and cry.
Ambassador China greeted me, and I was chubby and yelling. Who knows? Life and death come with me at this time, worrying about losing my glory as a child. How can I have wings to give you back? Step by step, it is difficult to move, and the soul disappears.
There are three beats in ten, and the strings are anxious and sorrowful, and the intestines are stirring. When I get home, my son won't follow me, and my heart hangs like I'm hungry.
Everything in the four seasons has ups and downs, but I am sad and temporarily motionless. The mountains are high and the sea is wide. I will see you all my life. I dreamed that you came to Sri Lanka at night.
Holding hands in a dream is a kind of joy and a kind of sadness, but it hurts after sleeping. Nine times out of ten, tears are falling, the river is flowing east, and I am thinking.
Fifteen beats, a holiday, a promotion, and a full chest. Who knows music? It's unusual in the vault. I hope I can come back, I hope I can be happy again.
My heart is full of sorrow and sorrow. The sun and the moon are selfless and never shine. It is difficult to separate mother and son, and the same day is more and more like a commercial reference. Life and death do not know each other, where to find! Sixteen beats, endless thoughts, my son and I stand on our side.
The sun faces the east and the moon faces the west, so don't be heartbroken. I don't forget my worry about daylily, I don't care whether I play the piano or not! I don't want to go back to my hometown today. Old grievances are settled and new grievances are long! Blood and tears look up and complain to the gray son, Hu lives alone! Seventeen patted Xi's heart, his nose was sour, and it was difficult for Guan Shan to repair Xi alone.
I went with a lot of thoughts, but I didn't think long when I came. Filled with branches and dried leaves of Artemisia annua, the battlefield was scarred and covered with bones, knives and arrows.
In spring and summer, the wind and frost are cold and the people are hungry and weak. I was so heavy that I entered Chang 'an. I sighed my heart and my tears dried up.
Hu Jia was born out of Hu and turned out the same melody. Although the 18th beat of Xi Qu is over, it sounds memorable.
It is a work that knows the subtleties of bamboo silk, and the joys and sorrows change with people's hearts. Hu and Han are different, and heaven and earth are separated.
I am bitter and bitter, and Liuhe is vast and difficult to accommodate! Qin's poems are only this one, or similar to "Three Stacks in Yangguan" [chess]. Teenagers don't know chess, and more are surrounded by peeling and chopping vegetables. Some people refer to granting, grabbing the corner and grabbing the resumption of trading.
Teenagers don't know stars, but seeing them is as good as playing chess. There are also accusers who will win and see the yuan period.
During the seven years of studying in Wuxi, I enjoyed these two things at the same time. It's been a long time before I know how many people don't know.
361 chess pieces, this is a dry strategy to hide its miraculous effect. There are 1520 stars in the universe, if multiplied by 36.
Take it, except Kun, which is exactly the same as the number of chess. This principle is extremely precise, and I won't think about it when I go back.
Luo Sheng crossed my Shanghai with two long arms. It's like I'm above the fifth stream and I want to talk to you when I'm not idle.
It's worth watching. I live in western Shanxi. Give birth to me, when will I come back.
-Luo Wuxing is good at chess and poetry. In the Song Dynasty, Wei Liaoweng's [Book] and Mo Jun's "Good Book" can be said to be a unique book, and he declared that there was nothing in the world. Hyun-hyun lost two sons, and paint boxes A and B collected the kitchen.
Zhong Wang's original works are still visible, but Ou Chu's ink is not a meme. Celebrities in kaiyuan Dali are all in the alliance, and they have more than one hand.
The cursive script is different in size, so is the spirit of stippling. Sitting in the middle of the neighborhood, nearsighted, shocked when I know best.
You need to study what you got around Cai Hou and lay paper for a while. Scanning a picture is too fast and healthy, and Tanxi jumps over the thin skull.
After reading this book, I started my painting again. I planted rice on several axes in Wujiang. Water swats rice seedlings and hoes winged herons.
The gabions are dense, and the bamboo trees and ginseng lean against the fence. The cart is in a hurry, and the calf is willing to drive away the young.
People often miss their hometown, spring events and the beginning of sericulture. General Hu Tou painted women, and more than twenty children dragged skirts.
Mrs. Xu Mu, especially gentle and graceful, recited very sincerely. I have no books and no fields.
2. Poetry about Qin, Qi, Calligraphy and Painting
"Qin Shi" (Su Shi in Song Dynasty) said that there was a sound on the piano. Why was there no sound in the box? If the piano sounds from your hands, why can't you hear the sound?
"Chanting chess" (Liu Yong in Qing Dynasty) is crossing the river in full swing, and the situation in Fiona Fang is overcast. Once gone, there is nothing but pawns and no hidden generals. It's hard to resist the rush of cars, but shooting is more interesting. Scholars are also handsome but not sweaty, and they are also loyal to them.
Prairie Song (Dong Qichang, Ming Dynasty) is the most difficult, with dragons and snakes fighting for pens. Although I want to defend myself, my body needs to be finished.
There are no maple trees in Liu Shaofu's new painting Song of Landscape Obstacles in Fengxian (Du Fu in Tang Dynasty), and there are smoke in the mountains and rivers, which is strange. Wen Jun swept away the map of Chixian County to draw Cangzhou. There are countless painters, and good players are hard to meet. Melt your mind. It is important to know the monarch. Yue He's handwriting is far more than Yang Qidan's. It's either a hanging garden crack or a xiaoxiang turn
3. Ancient poems about Qin, Qi, calligraphy and painting
"Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and hops are all inseparable from it.
It's all here now, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea. "Ha ha [qin] I didn't do anything at the beginning of my life. After I was born, the Han Dynasty declined.
Heaven is ruthless and chaotic, and the earth is ruthless, which makes me meet this time. The road is dangerous and the people are in exile.
Smoke and dust cover the wild, land rover prospers, and ambition is good and righteousness is lacking. Who should I sue for rude insults? After a while, I knocked on the piano, feeling angry and resentful.
Rong Jie forced me to get married and pushed me to the horizon. Yunshan is heavy and the wind is thousands of miles away.
Many people are violent and fierce. Like snakes, they are arrogant and extravagant. Two beats and one string, the string is heartbroken, heartbreaking and sad.
It is better to have no life than to go to the country of Yue Han and enter the city of Hu. Felt hair is shocking and flesh and blood, and what goes around comes around is boring to curb my feelings.
Drums are ringing from the night, and Hu Feng is dark. Hurt the present, feel the past, feel the past, feel sadness, feel pain, feel pain.
I miss my hometown day and night, and I feel the most bitter when my life is full. Natural disasters make the country chaotic and the people have no ownership. I am the only one who has no luck.
Different customs and different physical difficulties, different appetites, who can talk! It's sad to think about how hard it is to remember clearly. The wild goose south wants to make a sound, and the wild goose north returns to the west to get a Chinese sound.
Goose flies high, hard to find, but it hurts. Think about it. The folding of the eyebrows caressed Ya Qin to the moon, and the five strokes were profound.
First frost is cold and hungry, so you can't eat meat and cheese. At night, I heard the long water sobbing. I saw the Great Wall and the road was full.
Looking back, it is difficult to pack your bags, and six beats of sadness come and go. As the sun sets, the wind wails. I don't know who I'm talking to! Vilen is depressed, guarding Wan Li, vulgar, old, weak and young.
There are aquatic plants to build homes and repair bases, and cattle and sheep gather in the wild like bees and ants. When the grass is exhausted, all sheep and horses are disciples. Qipai hates living here.
Why don't you see me wandering alone? God, what happened? I live up to God. What makes me different? I live up to the gods. Why should I cross this country? I did eight beats to relieve my worries, but I didn't know my heart was turning to worry. The sky is boundless and my heart is sad.
Life is fleeting, but I can't be happy in my prime. I want to ask the truth, but the sky is gray and I have no chance.
Looking up at the clouds and smoke, nine beats are nostalgic. Who is it? The beacon fire in Chengtou has not been extinguished. When will the battlefield stop? The murderous look rushed to the door, and Hu Feng blew the moonlight. The hometown is silent with the sound of dust.
A lifetime of hard work and parting, ten times of sadness and tears into blood. I am not greedy for life and hate death, so I can't dedicate my body and my heart.
I still want to return to mulberry, and I have been dead for a long time. Sun, Moon and Sun are in Rongji, and the Hu people spoil me and have two sons.
There is no shame in bow education, and the growth of the soul is contemptible. There is a beat in ten miles, and because of this, sorrow and joy are lingering.
Dongfeng responds to the law and has a lot of heating, so we know that the Han family is the son of heaven and the cloth and clothes are harmonious. The Qiang people danced wildly and sang praises, and the two countries went to war with each other.
Suddenly, I met an envoy of the Han Dynasty. He gave me a phone call that was almost imperial and asked my daughter to redeem my concubine. I'm glad I'm still alive, and I'm glad I met a sage, so I won't say goodbye to my children for no reason.
Nine times out of ten, it is difficult to live in two emotions. This doesn't mean I can't live, but I must go back and caress Hu and cry.
Ambassador China greeted me, and I was chubby and yelling. Who knows? Life and death come with me at this time, worrying about losing my glory as a child. How can I have wings to give you back? Step by step, it is difficult to move, and the soul disappears.
There are three beats in ten, and the strings are anxious and sorrowful, and the intestines are stirring. When I get home, my son won't follow me, and my heart hangs like I'm hungry.
Everything in the four seasons has ups and downs, but I am sad and temporarily motionless. The mountains are high and the sea is wide. I will see you all my life. I dreamed that you came to Sri Lanka at night.
Holding hands in a dream is a kind of joy and a kind of sadness, but it hurts after sleeping. Nine times out of ten, tears are falling, the river is flowing east, and I am thinking.
Fifteen beats, a holiday, a promotion, and a full chest. Who knows music? It's unusual in the vault. I hope I can come back, I hope I can be happy again.
My heart is full of sorrow and sorrow. The sun and the moon are selfless and never shine. It is difficult to separate mother and son, and the same day is more and more like a commercial reference. Life and death do not know each other, where to find! Sixteen beats, endless thoughts, my son and I stand on our side.
The sun faces the east and the moon faces the west, so don't be heartbroken. I don't forget my worry about daylily, I don't care whether I play the piano or not! I don't want to go back to my hometown today. Old grievances are settled and new grievances are long! Blood and tears look up and complain to the gray son, Hu lives alone! Seventeen patted Xi's heart, his nose was sour, and it was difficult for Guan Shan to repair Xi alone.
I went with a lot of thoughts, but I didn't think long when I came. Filled with branches and dried leaves of Artemisia annua, the battlefield was scarred and covered with bones, knives and arrows.
In spring and summer, the wind and frost are cold and the people are hungry and weak. I was so heavy that I entered Chang 'an. I sighed my heart and my tears dried up.
Hu Jia was born out of Hu and turned out the same melody. Although the 18th beat of Xi Qu is over, it sounds memorable.
It is a work that knows the subtleties of bamboo silk, and the joys and sorrows change with people's hearts. Hu and Han are different, and heaven and earth are separated.
I am bitter and bitter, and Liuhe is vast and difficult to accommodate! Qin's poems are only this one, or similar to "Three Stacks in Yangguan" [chess]. Teenagers don't know chess, and more are surrounded by peeling and chopping vegetables. Some people refer to granting, grabbing the corner and grabbing the resumption of trading.
Teenagers don't know stars, but seeing them is as good as playing chess. There are also accusers who will win and see the yuan period.
During the seven years of studying in Wuxi, I enjoyed these two things at the same time. It's been a long time before I know how many people don't know.
361 chess pieces, this is a dry strategy to hide its miraculous effect. There are 1520 stars in the universe, if multiplied by 36.
Take it, except Kun, which is exactly the same as the number of chess. This principle is extremely precise, and I won't think about it when I go back.
Luo Sheng crossed my Shanghai with two long arms. It's like I'm above the fifth stream and I want to talk to you when I'm not idle.
It's worth watching. I live in western Shanxi. Give birth to me, when will I come back.
-Luo Wuxing is good at chess and poetry. In the Song Dynasty, Wei Liaoweng's [Book] and Mo Jun's "Good Book" can be said to be a unique book, and he declared that there was nothing in the world. Hyun-hyun lost two sons, and paint boxes A and B collected the kitchen.
Zhong Wang's original works are still visible, but Ou Chu's ink is not a meme. Celebrities in kaiyuan Dali are all in the alliance, and they have more than one hand.
The cursive script is different in size, so is the spirit of stippling. Sitting in the middle of the neighborhood, nearsighted, shocked when I know best.
You need to study what you got by wandering around Cai Hou and lay paper for a while. Scanning a picture is too fast and healthy, and Tanxi jumps over the thin skull.
After reading this book, I started my painting again. I planted rice on several axes in Wujiang. Water swats rice seedlings and hoes winged herons.
The gabions are dense, and the bamboo trees and ginseng lean against the fence. The cart is in a hurry, and the calf is willing to drive away the young.
People often miss their hometown, spring events and the beginning of sericulture. General Hu Tou painted women, and more than twenty children dragged skirts.
Mrs. Xu Mu, especially gentle and graceful, recited very sincerely. I have no books and no fields.
4. What ancient poems describe "Chyi Chin's painting and calligraphy"?
"Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and hops are all inseparable from it.
It's all here now, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea. "Ha ha [qin] I didn't do anything at the beginning of my life. After I was born, the Han Dynasty declined.
Heaven is ruthless and chaotic, and the earth is ruthless, which makes me meet this time. The road is dangerous and the people are in exile.
Smoke and dust cover the wild, land rover prospers, and ambition is good and righteousness is lacking. Who should I sue for rude insults? After a while, I knocked on the piano, feeling angry and resentful.
Rong Jie forced me to get married and pushed me to the horizon. Yunshan is heavy and the wind is thousands of miles away.
Many people are violent and fierce. Like snakes, they are arrogant and extravagant. Two beats and one string, the string is heartbroken, heartbreaking and sad.
It is better to have no life than to go to the country of Yue Han and enter the city of Hu. Felt hair is shocking and flesh and blood, and what goes around comes around is boring to curb my feelings.
Drums are ringing from the night, and Hu Feng is dark. Hurt the present, feel the past, feel the past, feel sadness, feel pain, feel pain.
I miss my hometown day and night, and I feel the most bitter when my life is full. Natural disasters make the country chaotic and the people have no ownership. I am the only one who has no luck.
Different customs and different physical difficulties, different appetites, who can talk! It's sad to think about how hard it is to remember clearly. The wild goose south wants to make a sound, and the wild goose north returns to the west to get a Chinese sound.
Goose flies high, hard to find, but it hurts. Think about it. The folding of the eyebrows caressed Ya Qin to the moon, and the five strokes were profound.
First frost is cold and hungry, so you can't eat meat and cheese. At night, I heard the long water sobbing. I saw the Great Wall and the road was full.
Looking back, it is difficult to pack your bags, and six beats of sadness come and go. As the sun sets, the wind wails. I don't know who I'm talking to! Vilen is depressed, guarding Wan Li, vulgar, old, weak and young.
There are aquatic plants to build homes and repair bases, and cattle and sheep gather in the wild like bees and ants. When the grass is exhausted, all sheep and horses are disciples. Qipai hates living here.
Why don't you see me wandering alone? God, what happened? I live up to God. What makes me different? I live up to the gods. Why should I cross this country? I did eight beats to relieve my worries, but I didn't know my heart was turning to worry. The sky is boundless and my heart is sad.
Life is fleeting, but I can't be happy in my prime. I want to ask the truth, but the sky is gray and I have no chance.
Looking up at the clouds and smoke, nine beats are nostalgic. Who is it? The beacon fire in Chengtou has not been extinguished. When will the battlefield stop? The murderous look rushed to the door, and Hu Feng blew the moonlight. The hometown is silent with the sound of dust.
A lifetime of hard work and parting, ten times of sadness and tears into blood. I am not greedy for life and hate death, so I can't dedicate my body and my heart.
I still want to return to mulberry, and I have been dead for a long time. Sun, Moon and Sun are in Rongji, and the Hu people spoil me and have two sons.
There is no shame in bow education, and the growth of the soul is contemptible. There is a beat in ten miles, and because of this, sorrow and joy are lingering.
Dongfeng responds to the law and has a lot of heating, so we know that the Han family is the son of heaven and the cloth and clothes are harmonious. The Qiang people danced wildly and sang praises, and the two countries went to war with each other.
Suddenly, I met an envoy of the Han Dynasty, and he called me almost by imperial decree, asking my daughter to redeem my concubine. I'm glad I'm still alive, and I'm glad I met a sage, so I won't say goodbye to my children for no reason.
Nine times out of ten, it is difficult to live in two emotions. This doesn't mean I can't live, but I must go back and caress Hu and cry.
Ambassador China greeted me, and I was chubby and yelling. Who knows? Life and death come with me at this time, worrying about losing my glory as a child. How can I have wings to give you back? Step by step, it is difficult to move, and the soul disappears.
There are three beats in ten, and the strings are anxious and sorrowful, and the intestines are stirring. When I get home, my son won't follow me, and my heart hangs like I'm hungry.
Everything in the four seasons has ups and downs, but I am sad and temporarily motionless. The mountains are high and the sea is wide. I will see you all my life. I dreamed that you came to Sri Lanka at night.
Holding hands in a dream is a kind of joy and a kind of sadness, but it hurts after sleeping. Nine times out of ten, tears are falling, the river is flowing east, and I am thinking.
Fifteen beats, a holiday, a promotion, and a full chest. Who knows music? It's unusual in the vault. I hope I can come back, I hope I can be happy again.
My heart is full of sorrow and sorrow. The sun and the moon are selfless and never shine. It is difficult to separate mother and son, and the same day is more and more like a commercial reference. Life and death do not know each other, where to find! Sixteen beats, endless thoughts, my son and I stand on our side.
The sun faces the east and the moon faces the west, so don't be heartbroken. I don't forget my worry about daylily, I don't care whether I play the piano or not! I don't want to go back to my hometown today. Old grievances are settled and new grievances are long! Blood and tears look up and complain to the gray son, Hu lives alone! Seventeen patted Xi's heart, his nose was sour, and it was difficult for Guan Shan to repair Xi alone.
I went with a lot of thoughts, but I didn't think long when I came. Filled with branches and dried leaves of Artemisia annua, the battlefield was scarred and covered with bones, knives and arrows.
In spring and summer, the wind and frost are cold and the people are hungry and weak. I was so heavy that I entered Chang 'an. I sighed my heart and my tears dried up.
Hu Jia was born out of Hu and turned out the same melody. Although the 18th beat of Xi Qu is over, it sounds memorable.
It is a work that knows the subtleties of bamboo silk, and the joys and sorrows change with people's hearts. Hu and Han are different, and heaven and earth are separated.
I am bitter and bitter, and Liuhe is vast and difficult to accommodate! Qin's poems are only this one, or similar to "Three Stacks in Yangguan" [chess]. Teenagers don't know chess, and more are surrounded by peeling and chopping vegetables. Some people refer to granting, grabbing the corner and grabbing the resumption of trading.
Teenagers don't know stars, but seeing them is as good as playing chess. There are also accusers who will win and see the yuan period.
During the seven years of studying in Wuxi, I enjoyed these two things at the same time. It's been a long time before I know how many people don't know.
361 chess pieces, this is a dry strategy to hide its miraculous effect. There are 1520 stars in the universe, if multiplied by 36.
Take it, except Kun, which is exactly the same as the number of chess. This principle is extremely precise, and I won't think about it when I go back.
Luo Sheng crossed my Shanghai with two long arms. It's like I'm above the fifth stream and I want to talk to you when I'm not idle.
It's worth watching. I live in western Shanxi. Give birth to me, when will I come back.
-Luo Wuxing is good at chess and poetry. In the Song Dynasty, Wei Liaoweng's [Book] and Mo Jun's "Good Book" can be said to be a unique book, and he declared that there was nothing in the world. Hyun-hyun lost two sons, and paint boxes A and B collected the kitchen.
Zhong Wang's original works are still visible, but Ou Chu's ink is not a meme. Celebrities in kaiyuan Dali are all in the alliance, and they have more than one hand.
The cursive script is different in size, so is the spirit of stippling. Sitting in the middle of the neighborhood, nearsighted, shocked when I know best.
You need to study what you got by wandering around Cai Hou and lay paper for a while. Scanning a picture is too fast and healthy, and Tanxi jumps over the thin skull.
After reading this book, I started my painting again. I planted rice on several axes in Wujiang. Water swats rice seedlings and hoes winged herons.
The gabions are dense, and the bamboo trees and ginseng lean against the fence. The cart is in a hurry, and the calf is willing to drive away the young.
People often miss their hometown, spring events and the beginning of sericulture. General Hu Tou painted women, and more than twenty children dragged skirts.
Mrs. Xu Mu, especially gentle and graceful, recited very sincerely. I have no books and no fields.
5. Interpretation, title, author and era of ancient Qin, Qi, calligraphy and painting poems.
Certain musical instruments
Don Liu Changqing plays the piano.
The lyre plays a cool tune and listens carefully, like a tumbling pine tree. Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
Sorrow and joy come from the seven-stringed guqin, and listening is the ancient sound of wind entering the pine. I like this charming old song, but unfortunately it is not very popular in the world now.
Tang Libai
Emei Shanxi, a monk of Shu, with a blue silk lute box. When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will. I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell. Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
Sichuan monks play the famous Lu Qinqi, who comes from Mount Emei in Bashu. He waved and played a famous song for me, as if he heard the majestic wind of mountains and rivers.
The tone of high mountains and flowing water washes away feelings, and the lingering sound blends into the autumn frost bell. Unconsciously, the castle peak has been shrouded in dusk, and autumn seems a bit bleak!
chess
Tang Du Fu's Leaving the Tomb of Prime Minister Fang
I had to come back from this distant place, and I dismounted next to your lonely grave. The place where I stood was wet with my tears, and the sky was dark with broken clouds. I once played chess with the Prime Minister, and now I want to take the dagger he wants to my master. But I only saw petals falling, and I only heard Suzaku respond.
I am wandering, traveling to other places again and again. Today, I stopped in Longzhou to pay tribute to your lonely grave. Tears wet the soil, and I feel extremely sad and trance, just like a broken cloud flying low.
When I played chess with you, I thanked you for your Jin Dynasty. Now I'm at your grave, just like Ji Zha saying goodbye to Xu Jun. I can't bear to look back. Before my eyes, I saw this patchwork of forest flowers. When I left, I heard oriole crying, and it smelled terrible.
Song Zhao Shi Xiu York
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
In Huangmei season, every household is wrapped in mist and rain, and frogs are everywhere around the grassy pond. It's the middle of the night, and the guests (poets) haven't arrived yet, so I have to look at the chessboard alone, and snuff has gone before I know it.
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Tang Hanyu's Shigu Song (Part)
I often take this picture off the stone drum and advise me to try to make a stone drum song. Du Fu is gone. Li Bai is dead. What can my poor talent do for Shigu? . When the power of the Zhou Dynasty was weak and people's grievances in China were boiling, Emperor Xuandi was furious and waved his sacred spear. And open his big audience, accept all the tributes, and kings and lords come before him with sonorous weapons. They hunted in Qiyang, proving their marksmanship, and the fallen birds and animals were scattered for 3 thousand miles. This discovery was recorded and told the new generation that these drums were cut from protruding cliffs and made of stone. Poets and craftsmen, all the first steps, creation and chisel-set in the mountains. Are you tired of being washed away by rain, baked by the sun and burned by wildfire? oh Where will he find the trace on this paper? Loyal to the original, without changing a hair. The meaning is deep, the phrase is obscure and difficult to read, and the style of the characters is neither square nor tadpole-shaped. Time has not conquered the beauty of these letters, which look like a sharp dagger piercing a living crocodile. Like a phoenix dance, like an angel hovering down, like a jade coral tree with staggered branches.
Zhang Sheng took Shi Guwen's rubbings of the Zhou Dynasty and suggested that I write a shigu song praising it. Du Fu and Li Bai are both talented, but they are both dead. People with no talent are helpless in the face of stone drums. The political decline of the Zhou Dynasty plunged the whole country into chaos. Zhou Xuanwang was very angry and improved his army. During the celebration, the opening ceremony was celebrated, and the princes followed, and the swords jingled.
Wang Xuan was awesome when he was hunting in Qiyang. Animals were trapped everywhere. In order to make the heroic work go down in history, the stone drum was carved and destroyed. The talent of followers is the first in the world. Choose excellent writing stones and put them on the hillside. Let years of rain, sun and wildfire burn, and protect the stone drum with ghosts and gods.
Where did you get the manuscript of this rubbings? It's complete at all, and there are no mistakes at all. The wording is rigorous, the content is secret and difficult to understand, and the font is not as unique as Lishu. After a long time, it is inevitable that the strokes will be damaged and mutilated, and they will still cut off a living jiaozi like a sword. The handwriting is like husband and wife flying in the air, and the strokes are like coral branches intertwined.
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Wang Wei's paintings in Tang Dynasty (lofty and more credible)
From a distance, the mountains are high and the clouds are light, and the colors are bright. When you look closer, you can only hear the sound of water, but there is no sound. Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and flowers. People go nearby, but the birds are still not disturbed.
From a distance, the mountain is still blue, but when you get closer, you can't hear the sound of water. Flowers still don't fall after spring, even if people come and birds go, they are not afraid.