"Congratulations to the Bridegroom" Liu Kezhuang's original text:
The sky is black in the sky. More Nakan, slanting wind and drizzle, causing chaos and sorrow. Laoyan has always been empty-handed, relying on tall buildings hundreds of feet high. Look at the vastness and the autumn scenery of thousands of cliffs. The tears of the white-haired scholar in Shenzhou are desolate and do not fall towards Niu Mountain. Chasing the past will leave no trace. The young man is proud of Lingyun Pen. Now, the beauty of spring has faded away, and I am filled with desolation. I often hate that people in the world have few new ideas and love to talk about the Southern Dynasties. Take out the broken hats every year. If you live up to the wine of yellow flowers, if you are afraid of yellow flowers, you will laugh at people's calmness. Go to Hongbei, and the sun will disappear in the west.
"Congratulations to the Bridegroom" calligraphy work
Original translation of "Congratulations to the Bridegroom":
The overcast sky was dark, intertwined with slanting wind and drizzle. It's really unbearable. My heart is in a mess, and I'm woven with thousands of worries. All my life, I have always liked to climb high and look out over the sea. Fortunately, the buildings are now hundreds of feet high. Looking around, thousands of mountains and valleys are all reflected in the autumn colors. I am broad-minded and full of affection. Although he is just an ordinary white-haired scholar, the tears he sheds are always for the land of China. He will never cry sadly for his short life like the ancients who once climbed Niushan Mountain. Recalling the past glory, disgrace, rise and fall, all traces have been lost.
Liu Kezhuang
When I was a young man, I was in my prime, angry and fighting bullfights, thinking that I was carrying Ling Yun Jianbi. Now, my talent has withered like spring flowers, leaving only a feeling of depression and loneliness. I often resent that the world has too few new ideas and only likes to talk about the old and crazy things of the literati in the Southern Dynasties. Whenever I chant a sentence during the Double Ninth Festival, the interesting story of Meng Jia losing his hat is always brought up, which makes people feel a little bored. If you don't drink in front of the chrysanthemum, I'm afraid the chrysanthemum will laugh at you for being too lonely. I saw only swan geese flying north, and a dim sunset gradually sank to the west.