Tian He ripens early, and the geese in the sea country come early.
don't talk too much about guests, sleep too much or waste books.
the southeast has beautiful rocks and valleys, so it's time to revive the towel cart. Wang Mian, a poet, writer, calligrapher and painter in Yuan Dynasty, was born in Zhuji, Zhejiang Province. Born in a farmhouse. He lost his father when he was young, herded cattle in the Qin family, painted lotus flowers every day, and studied under the ever-burning lamp of the temple at night. He was knowledgeable, poetic and green. Living in seclusion in Jiulishan, selling paintings for a living. Plum painting uses rouge as plum blossom bone, or the flowers are dense and numerous, which has a unique style and is also good at writing bamboo and stone. He can also engrave, and use Elaeagnus as printing material. According to legend, he started it. He is the author of Zhu Zhai Ji and Memetu Inscription Poems.
In Wang Mian, the clouds are floating in the sky and the mountains are misty, while the drizzle is flying in Cao Jiang. When I feel like sending a distant book, I meditate a few times and sigh that the book is old. Xiao Xu, the owner, has no loan, but Xi Jia has a long-handled hoe. Xue Tao's side is full of cases, but he has no choice but to make a mysterious cloud picture. Last night, snuff hung purple millet, knowing that there was a spring breeze coming to the hut. An old friend who opened an account early in the morning, thanks me for being warm and healthy. The red front is round and healthy, and the golden flower is sealed at both ends. Suddenly, it sounded like a thunderbolt, and the dragon jumped from the tiger to the mountain. It is even more important to see that the husband is fighting for good deeds, and the graffiti children are shocked. From then on, Tao Hong made a wonderful contribution, and listened attentively to the sweep. Black flowers sing beautifully, and savage Bi Yi 'an dares to hide them? Bai Yutang, a tribute to the monarch, opens the heavenly chapter. Big book helps Wang Gang with righteousness. -Wang Mian's Wen Sheng Pen by Xie Youhui in the Yuan Dynasty
Wen Sheng Pen by Xie Youhui
In the Yuan Dynasty, the spring clouds in Wang Mian were floating in the sky, and the drizzle was flying in Cao Jiang.
When I feel the need to send a distant book, I meditate and sigh at the old book.
Xiao Xu, the owner, has no loan, but he has a long-handled hoe in the West.
Xue Tao's side is full of cases, but he has no choice but to make a mysterious cloud picture.
last night, snuff hung purple millet, knowing that there was a spring breeze coming to the hut.
An old friend who opened an account early in the morning thanked me for being warm and healthy.
The red front is round and healthy, and the golden flowers are sealed at both ends.
suddenly, a thunderbolt sounded, and the dragon leaped from the tiger to the mountain and worried.
It's more important to see that the husband is fighting for the good, and the graffiti children are shocked.
from then on, Tao Hong made great contributions, listened attentively and swept.
The black flowers are whispering, but the savage dares to hide them. Bai Yutang, a tribute to the monarch, opens the heavenly chapter.
a great book helps Wang Gang. ▲ The dense trees are even dark, and the setting sun is separated from Puming. I don't know Qin Saiyuan, but I feel Chu Tianping. Where is the old country? The birds in the deserted city are singing wildly. Wandering and chanting, scratching your head and hurting your mind. -Wang Mian in the Yuan Dynasty
Looking at one of its dense trees in the evening, the setting sun is separated from Puming.
I don't know Qin Saiyuan, but I feel like a stranger.
where are the people from the old country? The birds in the deserted city are singing wildly.
it hurts to scratch one's head before you sing. Playing the Zheng is exciting and loud. The new voice is fascinating. -Wei, Jin and Cao Zhi's Poem
Poem
Playing the zither courageously.
the new voice is fascinating.