"Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and wine, everything was inseparable back then.
Now everything is delivered, firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar, tea."
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I play the zither and play the piano for a while, and my heart is filled with resentment and no one knows.
When there are many people, they are violent and fierce like adder.
It is arrogant and extravagant to control strings and be covered with armor.
The strings are broken after two beats, and the strings are broken.
The ambition is broken and the heart is broken, so I feel sad.
I raise my eyebrows towards the moon and caress the elegant harp,
The five beats of the music are so gentle that the meaning is profound.
Reminiscing about the past, it is difficult to carry luggage,
Six beats of sadness come and I want to stop playing.
Here are eight beats to relieve worries.
How could I know that when the song is finished, my heart will turn to worry.
Looking up at the clouds and smoke in the sky,
Who can convey the sentiments of the nine beats?
A life of hard work is due to separation.
Ten beats of sadness are so deep that tears turn to blood.
There are ten beats since then,
The mournful sound is lingering and piercing the heart.
Two times out of ten, both sadness and joy are equal.
It is difficult to describe the two emotions.
Fifteen beats, the rhythm is fast,
Who knows the music when the chest is full of energy?
Sixteen beats, my thoughts are confused,
My son and I are on separate sides.
I will never forget the day lily,
It will hurt my love to play the piano!
The original version of Hujia comes from Huzhong, and
the music produced by Yuanqin has the same melody.
Although the song of eighteen beats has come to an end,
the sound is lingering and the thoughts are endless.
[Chess]
In the seventh year of Wuxi's study time,
the two things happened happily.
Three hundred and sixty-one chess pieces,
This is Qian Ce hiding his wonder.
After taking advantage of it, Kun's strategy is eliminated,
It is exactly the same as the number of chess pieces.
[Book]
Jun Mo is good at writing and can distinguish other books.
The family collection of Xuanxian is unique in the world.
The cursive regular script is different in regular and large sizes,
The stippling is full of energy and spirit.
It took only a moment to search and lay out the paper after patrolling the Marquis Cai.
Scanning a picture is too fast and healthy,
Tanxi jumps over the thin head.
I have finished looking at the books and returned to looking at the paintings.
There are several axes of rice planting pictures in Jiang and Wu.
The rice seedlings and seedlings are lapping in the water,
A group of herons are spreading their wings while people are carrying hoe.
Beicheng is high and low with dense stone cages, and
bamboo trees and ginseng lean against the sparse hedges.
The big cart is turning fast,
The little calf bullies the young and is willing to drive.
It makes people think about their hometown frequently.
Spring events and the beginning of sericulture.
The tiger-headed general painted a row of women,
More than 20 men dragged their skirts.
Mrs. Xu Mu is especially graceful and graceful.
I sincerely aroused my sincerity because of her recitation.
I have no books and no farmland.
Although the beauty is old and frail.
If you are not satisfied with everything,
it is better to empty your wine pot.
Da Ling’s beautiful young man with calligraphy,
The jade letter and the golden sign follow the smoke.
There are a hundred and five words,
How can I expect that there will be Huanglu bricks nearby.
The calligraphy and writing are both extraordinary and ancient,
The nanny is here to send all the comments.
Who will break the tiles and jade into pieces?
A lonely heart is connected to each other.
The fast sword cuts across the iron mountain and destroys it,
The dragon dances fiercely across the Milky Way.
There is no moon in the square courtyard, and the sky and the earth are dark.
Looking up, there are no stars.
Langyan Zhenshi's ambition has lasted for thousands of years,
It is not as good as Yonghe Wa Yan.
Bai Shi has died thousands of miles away,
Among hundreds of people, few people love him.
The beauty of Lanting is like catching the wind,
People with noble ears and disabled eyes follow.
For three days, he vomited blood, was hungry and beat his chest.
Ye Gong painted a dragon and was afraid of the real dragon.
Shi Jun learned calligraphy, and he has been practicing it for a long time.
The beauty of business lies in the heart,
Shu Juan Gong is easy to do.
We just want to escape the crowd's spirit,
We have to fight for wine to support you.
The name of the hall is drunk with ink,
it moves the walls and windows.
Ande's turbid wine pool,
Looking at it dripping with wetness.
But to succeed Zhang Jun,
Mo Gu Dian has an ugly reputation.
[Painting]
The white-haired old man in the green mountains is stubborn,
The life of pen and inkstone is hard and hard.
People in the paddy field on the lake don’t want it.
Who will buy my painting of Zhongshan?
The wind and rain in the deserted village are mixed with the crow of chickens,
The old wife is ashamed of her old wife as she goes to the kitchen to cook.
Planning to sell a new bamboo shoot,
The price of bamboo shoots in the market is as low as mud.
Calligraphy, painting, poetry and prose are always not work,
I make a living by chance.
Ken is dissatisfied with the lack of money in the chestnut bag,
Mr. Yeji will be poor all day long.
The white board door and the red hibiscus fence,
Next to the geese and ducks are the wives and children.
It is difficult to imitate natural interests.
I will not feel hungry for three days without smoking.
Yi Fei cuts off the long dragon,
seen in the remaining paintings.
When we board the boat, tigers roar,
The water surges and dragons fight.
The mountains are shaking in shock,
Drawing your sword to draw thunder and lightning.
The scales are destroyed by the white blade,
The Cangjiang River is stained with blood.
Feeling this strong ancient man,
Thousands of years are like facing each other.
I used to be thirty-six years old.
My appearance lies in my painting.
I am now forty-six years old,
I am lying in the river city in decline and haggard.
Not only is he ten years old, but he has also suffered a lot.
As long as it remains the same,
it will never be the same again.
Looking at each other silently,
Like a younger brother to an older brother.
If the situation makes others see it,
How can we not be strangers to each other?
Xi He whipped the sun and walked,
not stopping for me.
The body belongs to the sun and the moon.
It is no surprise to grow old.
I hate Lingyan Pavilion,
I am not allowed to draw fame.