Wu Nong, from Su Shi's Poem After Lin Bu in Song Dynasty, grew up in a song of lakes and mountains, breathing the lake and drinking the mountains.
Whether you are a gentleman or a prostitute, you are in Kethleen.
Mr. Wang is a layman with a clear mind and cold bones.
I didn't know you had a dream. Students know that light can be a candle.
There are wonderful words everywhere, but it is not enough to walk around the West Lake.
Poetry is as cold as Dongye, and books are as poor as Xitai.
Long life is hard to continue, and the last words can still be recorded.
I don't want to be a Zen book, but I prefer to sing a hoary head song!
I laughed at the evil deeds of the Wu people so that they could build bamboo beside the ancestral temple.
Otherwise, use Narcissus King, a Joan Hinton recommended Qiuju.
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Wu people grew up in the deep bend of lakes and mountains, breathing lakes and drinking green hills.
Needless to say, a hermit is as pure as a slave girl.
Mr. Lin is not an isolated person. He was born with a clear mind, cold bones and elegant qualifications.
I don't know Mr. Lin, but I once dreamed that his eyes were as clear as candles.
Poems and ink left behind are everywhere, and we can't get enough of them around the West Lake.
Poetry is like Meng Jiao, but there is no bitter style. Calligraphy is like Li Jianzhong's thin, hard and clumsy brushwork.
No one can continue the noble integrity of life, and the subtle words at the end of life are worth recording.
He said that he had never written anything like a Zen book. Is he still willing to write a poem lamenting his old age?
I laughed at Jiangnan people, preferring to build ancestral temples and bamboo.
Otherwise, let Mr. Lin's image match the narcissus king and give him a cold spring and a chrysanthemum.