Selected Works and Dong Zigang
Mo Ruzhong's calligraphy, after years of diligent writing, is no longer full of the sadness of autumn, and it was not until yesterday that autumn was known. It's never strange to talk idle, and it's never strange to have guests ask questions.
After the millet in China's kitchen is boiled, when the small pavilion is brewing chrysanthemums. I heard that peeping into the garden is lazy and willing to cross Dongli with a song.
That is, forget the past.
Plum blossoms are beginning to grow in the mail road, and the spring will be half-melted. The dawn of the canopy has passed through the winter snow, and the wheat has been chilly.
The disabled robbed the old country of grey Qin, and the sun and the moon left the palace. Since ancient times, there have been infinite ups and downs, not relying on food, not relying on faith.
The old capital after the establishment of the new capital
As long as you obey the minister first, the fish key will be locked in the dust. The class broke the ban on travel, mocked the big pawn, and swept the people in vain.
There is a pine oak tree in Thailand, and there are no deer and elk to tame in the sleeping garden. Only when I am angry will I remember those lucky days when I left the palace.