Stone rubbings of Academician Zhao Xuanhuang's regular script "Chunxiao"
In the spring morning, I woke up easily, and birds were singing everywhere.
But now I remember that night, that storm, and I want to know how many flowers were broken.
Goose song
Goose, goose, goose, Quxiang Xiang Tiange 1.
White hair floating green water, red palm stirring clear waves 2.
Thoughts in the dead of night
Academician Zhao Xuanhuang's rubbings of stone carvings in regular script "Thoughts on a Quiet Night"
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Jiang Nanchun's quatrains
Thousands of miles of warblers sing blue and red (1), and the flag wind of Shuizhaishan fruit wine (2).
Four hundred and eighty halls in the Southern Dynasties (III), how many towers are misty and rainy (IV).