Calligrapher Cui Lianji
It's good to have Ji Jin Xerox; Reading and proofreading historical sites have no vulgar feeling.
After singing, I picked up a pen to listen to the birds singing; After reading it, open the window and count the flowers.
Fish swimming by the stream blow catkins; Birds are singing beside the bamboo forest to avoid tea and cigarettes.
The door is covered with pear blossoms, and the moon is deep; The temple hides pine leaves and listens to the bells from afar.
Relying on the sword; Carve on the clouds.
Guqin plays jathyapple; Light ink painting autumn mountain.
Mei Henghua Pavilion Leng Yan; Snow shines on the book window, and the night is bright.
Every major event is calm; Don't believe that there are no ancient sages today.
Listen to the birds in the forest; See Yun Fei in the deep valley.
Yu Hai Tao Jin Li Qianxiu; Green trees, red mansions and spring.
Write songs and cultivate calligraphy; Reading poetry books at dusk
Thousands of trees flow and the songs are beautiful; The quartet immediately plunged into the journey.
Virtual energy leads, static energy leads to enlightenment; Look up at the past and down at the present.
Where is the plum flute; Whose jasper is Xiao?
There are books on the shelf to accompany me to read; There is no wine in the pot. Let it be empty.
Zhongtian Yue Ming hangs on the liver and gallbladder; The sea is clear and full of temperament.
Talk about swords at night; Deep flower leisure reading room in spring.
Snow is like a flower; The wind in the Woods is like a flute of laughter.
Male characters are as strong as casting; Beautiful language makes you want to fly.
Long bridge lies in the new pavilion, hanging the bright moon; The lotus fragrance is intoxicating, and the willow color is charming.
Fish played a new role; Birds scatter flowers and fall.
Talk less and don't be idle; Meditation can last forever.
Blue sea and strong spring colors; Dan swings warm cranes in the year.
The article is negative and eccentric; Rich and clear career.
Snow in Ya Qin; Talk about rising to the top.
Do what is just; Read sage books.
Thin horse stepping on the yellow leaf road; Cold mirror breaks Bai Yunfeng.
Virtue disappears in people; I will never forget my kindness and myself.
The color of bamboo outside the window is so clear; People are thinner than plum blossoms.
There is no wind or rain in my heart; Qi Hao raised Gan Kun.
Both elegance and goodness worship the art of the Eastern Han Dynasty; Nature and love Korean books.
The lights are bright in the middle of the night, and the book is full of fragrance; Ink flowers bloom in the morning.
An abandoned city wall covers an old ferry; The autumn sunset flooded the mountain peak.
Wu Shan sends Chu water outside; Proud of Tang poetry and golden posts.
Out of the clouds; Count the geese in autumn.
Loose and noble; Blue and fragrant.
The sun contains spring rain; Yin Shi scattered Qiu Guang.
Strange stones are full of eternal beauty; Spring will last for thousands of years.
Bitong Road is sunny and smoky; Harvest more money.
New year's wine welcomes the new green; Plum blossoms give off a faint fragrance.
Dazzling red plum blossoms create shadows; Strive for spring, snow is pleasant.
Strong bones and strong hearts, Mei Aoxue; Self-cultivation and righteous bamboo lingyun.
Draw plum blossoms lightly in the snow; The wind shakes the bamboo leaves and sings poems.
Iris floating, rhyme; The warbler wandered among the willow trees that loved each other.
Sail and learn from the sea; On horseback, Shushan has a wide view.
Purple plug cold flowers to be released; It's warm in spring and flying early.
This mountain contains thousands of Cui Lin for heating; Huarong garden warbler.
Qi Han opened the celestial mirror; The sound shook the souls of the mountains and the moon.
The play is beautiful and gorgeous; Fish swim in clear water.
Clouds come out of the cave in front of Hongdu Mountain; Qingyang smoked the water outside the ferry.
Intentional spring breeze; Peach lips when the rain is moist and silent.
Two volumes of Taoist books, three-foot sword; Half pond autumn water is a well.
The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the full moon is new pine; The weather is myriad, and the whole hall is full of cypress trees.
The wind on the first floor is light; A quiet and half-pillow book.
The book runs out of the bamboo ring window; Flowers fall into the pool and inkstones smell like water.
Five willows beside the house are screaming; The garden is full of flowers.
Soft wind warbler plays willow; Swallows smell of flowers.
Bullying frost, proud of snow, red and beautiful; Shu is quite dry, Bai Jian.
Snow dance all over the sky, Kerry scene; The earth is frozen and spring flowers pile up.
Rirun plum blossoms add color; The wind is blowing willow leaves with a loud voice.
Green water reflects Xia, and red wins gold; The distant mountains are as light as smoke.
Xue Mei strives for spring, snowflakes are flying and plum blossoms are beaming; The water is beautiful, the sky is clear and the water is bright.
Lv Xiao three spring embellish; Bells can be heard on both sides.
A few thin shadows of the Millennium; A wisp of east wind brings ten thousand spring.
Yuyu is clean and refreshing; In spring, colorful water creates beautiful mountains.
Warming trees with songbirds; Magpie reports the Spring Festival.
Xue Rui is floating, and the red plum branches are wrapped in jade; The spring breeze is foggy, and the green willow leaves are cut by gold.
The mountain peak is green, a rainbow and an umbrella; Flying over the cliff, half sunny and half cloudy.
Thousands of feet are scattered in the depths of thousands of flowers; When birds are noisy, cranes will make a sound.
The mountains and valleys are refreshing, and the green hills outside the smoke add pictures; Jiangshan enters rhyme, Tianya Bai Niao helps poetry.
Half an acre of lotus fragrance knot morning dew; Willow color is the shore of late frost.
Draw a hole in Linquan, and ten miles of pine wind will give birth to the bottom of the pen; Singing poetry with wine, dancing in front of the curtain.
The green fields are full of rhyme; The red light is full of books
Ice awakens Bai Xichuan's self-display; The wind blows thousands of bamboo ridges to sing.
Endless pines and waves; There is no limit to Ada's confession.
Yurun Qian Shan Show; The wind and everything are glorious.
Bamboo faces the window to draw; Hongmei is a good poem in the hospital.
Clouds and clouds and wind and clear poetry circles; Rain, incense, bamboo, blue painting, dry Kun.
Ruiqi plum snickered; Beautiful spring, Yan Sigui.
Drizzle along the grass; The sun deliberately dyed rivers and mountains.
Shuiyang Chunshan Shadow; People sing poems about rain.
Smoke clouds enter the new poetry volume; Mountains and rivers open ancient paintings.
Green hills and colorful flowers laugh; Green water and silent birds sing.
Yang Xiaofeng Liu Cui; Light rain and apricot blossoms are red.
Liu Dai celebrated Yan Tao's birthday; Flowers are dewy and birds sing in spring.
Ink pool water drops stars and flowers rain; Clear sounds spread the laurel leaf wind.
Winter snow drama plum thousand miles painting; The spring breeze shook Liu Wanxing's poems.
Green dyed Dongfeng to see catkins; Red dyed spring rain asks peach blossoms.
Half an acre of pond fish and several new houses; A plough of spring rain, nine ears of golden autumn.
Christina, clear water "hanging line fishing"; The weather is sunny and the trees are red.
Wan Li mountains and rivers are all in the picture; A court of flowers and trees urges poetry.
Spring comes to Qian Shan green; These flowers smell good.
Peach blossom rain in March; Snow map.
A stream of water is green; Thousands of trees turned red.
Fang qun is fragrant and Qingyuan; All the trees fight for honor, and the leaves are green and new.
The rain is even and the trees are green; Warm days and flowers are comfortable.
The rising sun is in the sky, and Qian Shan is purple; The spring breeze blows the willows, and every household is filled with auspicious light.
Mei and Bai Xue's poems have no words; Liu Zhan's green silk paintings are sound.
Flowers bloom in the south of the Yangtze River, and the fragrance disappears the rain and dew; Willow hangs in the north and is green in the wind.
Rizhao Qingshan Tibetan painting; Spring comes with green water and poetry.
Peach shadow horizontal window knows the bright moon; Flowers smell like spring.
Leisure tea, tobacco and alcohol; Proud of painting and poetry.
Bamboo rain pine organ rhyme; Tea, cigarettes, moonlight, books.
The countryside is picturesque and poetic; Spring is between human nature.
Sunny, fragrant and noisy; The wind and birds are singing.
Spring is boundless, and the green hills on both sides of the strait can't cover it; Wedding, funeral and wedding, a pot of muddy wine is happy to meet.
Bamboo sparse clouds for painting; Plum Bo Xue adds spirit.
Thousands of trees are gray and beautiful; The first floor is full of new colors.
I want to put my heart and dew together; Only the yellow-green willow belt is smoking.
The evening breeze outside Green Di Yang is very good; The branches of red apricot are small and thick.
Reading and writing, planting flowers and plants; Listen to the rain, watch the clouds and enjoy tea.
Spring can stay here, and spring among the four seasons is not old; Any branch can be sent to you, which is of great significance in China.
Flowers bring wild smoke to welcome the rising sun; Yan Peng spring scenery to Jiangnan.
Blue sea and blue sky, a line of ink; Four strings of autumn flowers and maple leaves.
There is dust on the stone road, which is swept by the rain; Buddhist nun's door is unlocked.
Li Anquan spray jade high rhyme; The pavilion faces the wind and waits for people in the distance.
A pool of Cui Ying fishing music; Three paths of red fragrant butterflies are busy dancing.
Cinnamon fragrant flower shadow; The lotus pond is soaked in the jade moon, which contains autumn.
In the third spring, the rain fell on strangers; Looking at Qingcheng Mountain in the fields of the four fields.
Standing on the basis of sincerity; Reading, understanding is the first.
The book is full of plum fragrance, and cedar is more elegant; Friends listen to songs, mountains and rivers know each other.
Good friends come like the moon; It is better to read strange books than flowers.
Ancient and modern ten thousand volumes, disappear forever; A window is dim, and the dawn sends the fleeting time.
Nourishing the heart is not just about wanting; Nothing is more enjoyable than reading.
A court of flowers sends a confidant; Kay is an ancient man.
The third month after the enlightenment of a good book; Good friends come, and there are four springs.
Cloud shadows fluctuate up and down in the sky; Songtao Zhuyun Water Center.
Two poems and eight paintings; Outside the building, the river sounds across the sky.
Four rain lotus and three willows; A city with mountains and half a city with lakes.
In life, exotic flowers and herbs are always concerned; There are ups and downs in the world, and the mud is not stained.
Learning is close to knowledge, doing is close to benevolence, and knowing shame is close to courage; Wealth can't be lewd, poverty can't be moved, and power can't be bent.
Three points of water, two points of bamboo, one point of house; Listen to the clock before, the flute after, and the book in the room.
Look at the world; An exquisite life.
Beyond the misty mountains; Thousands of heavy purple air locked the hills.
Cloud lock Qifeng, leaning on the stone to see the sea and the sky; The mountain climbs to the top, and the lapel is comparable to the wind in the cave.
Love can make bosom friends, with bright eyes and easy to read.
The house can accommodate knees, why not small; Things can be cultivated, don't wait.
Turning over the books under the lamp, Qingshi asked who would stay in the political achievements; Looking at the moon outside the window, I am old and covered with dust.
Invite Yue Feng as a friend; Stroll through the garden to send the message of escape.
The winding path steps on the flower shadow, and Xuan Ming enjoys the moon.
Shijing Avenue; Small bridge and flowing water Daoxiang village.
Mid-shot sunset, Ran Ran isolated Yang Liuan; A clear lake, leisurely swinging past and present.
The clear flute rhyme adds a little drunkenness; Brother Cui is fragrant and diligent in writing books.
Rain window bamboo book embellish; The wind blew through a bottle of plum brush and inkstone.
Baoding tea is still green; It's still cold to play chess in a secluded window.
Planting flowers and trees in leisure knows the cold and heat; Read poetry quietly and learn ancient and modern times.
Swallow the sunset; Water cut off the flow of clouds.
Clear water fish read the moon; Quiet birds talk about the sky.
There are pavilions in Chongshan for thousands of years; Running water has no strings.
Full moon; Yun Qi-Tianshan Mountains.
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