The sea embraces the land-melodious songs come from the distant Emei Mountain.
When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.
The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
Qin Ge Richie
Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, the frost is so sad, and the wind enters the clothes.
But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.
Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin.
It's only three hundred miles from here. In Huaishang, official business is waiting for him, so I said goodbye and went back to the road, under the Yinshan Mountain.
Playing the piano, Liu Changqing
The lyre plays a cool tune and listens carefully, like a tumbling pine tree.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
chess
Huang Tingjian presented two chess pieces.
I don't have any official business, but I have a bottle of three hundred dead chess.
Sitting in seclusion, I don't know the joy of the rock, Tan Shengli, the layman's words.
Books and books accumulate dust, and cars and horses flock to the door.
If you overcome arrogance and doubt, you will fail. Sure enough, you will eventually defeat the enemy soldiers.
About Sima Guang
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs.
It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
Views of Cai Tongshu on Mei's Painting and Calligraphy in Song Dynasty
Mo Jun's good books can be distinguished from other books. He claims that there is nothing in the world.
Hyun-hyun lost two sons, and paint boxes A and B collected the kitchen.
Zhong Wang's original works are still visible, but Ou Chu's ink is not a meme.
Celebrities in kaiyuan Dali are all in the alliance, and they have more than one hand.
The cursive script is different in size, so is the spirit of stippling.
Sitting in the middle of the neighborhood, nearsighted, shocked when I know best.
You need to study what you got around Cai Hou and lay paper for a while.
Scanning a picture is too fast and healthy, and Tanxi jumps over the thin skull.
After reading this book, I started my painting again. I planted rice on several axes in Wujiang.
Water swats rice seedlings and hoes winged herons.
The gabions are dense, and the bamboo trees and ginseng lean against the fence.
The cart is in a hurry, and the calf is willing to drive away the young.
People often miss their hometown, spring events and the beginning of sericulture.
General Hu Tou painted women, and more than twenty children dragged skirts.
Mrs. Xu Mu, especially gentle and graceful, recited very sincerely.
I have no books and no land, and the beauty is old.
If you don't care about anything, you might as well do your best.
Shi Cang Shu zui mo Tang su zhe
Shi Jun's calligraphy has a long history.
Management lies in the heart, and books are handy.
However, if you are carefree, you must fight for alcohol when driving.
Make a name for yourself, and the wall will be pushed down by everyone.
Andrew's muddy wine pool, dripping foresight.
But after Zhang Jun, I don't care about fame and ugliness.
[Picture] The poor man told Tang Bohu that if he was unconscious during the Ten Dynasties, his wife and eight children would starve.
Xin is an old fool, and no one comes to buy a poem.
Castle peak is white-haired, old and stubborn, and writing is hard.
The paddy field people on the lake don't want it. Who will buy me to paint Zhongshan?
A deserted village cries in the wind and rain, and a kettle shames an old wife.
Try to write a new bamboo to sell. The price of bamboo shoots in the city is as low as mud.
Calligraphy, painting, poetry and prose are always useless, and occasional livelihood is also included.
Ken thought he had less money, but one day Mr Ji Ye became poor.
Whiteboard door red fence, wife and children beside geese and ducks.
Natural interests are hard to describe, and you won't feel hungry without smoking for three days.
Watch Feilong kill Li Bai.
See the picture when you fly to chop up jiaozi.
Boarding is both a tiger roar and a dragon battle.
The waves beat on the shore, and the sword flashed.
Scales destroy white blades, and blood stains Cangjiang.
I feel that the ancients are strong and the Millennium is against.
Bai Juyi, an old photo
I used to be thirty-six, writing with painters.
I am forty-six, haggard in Jiangcheng.
More than ten years old, I have suffered with others.
The picture remains the same, without the shape of the past.
Just like brothers to brothers, we silently care about each other.
Others can see, can you not know?
Xi He keeps driving every day and doesn't stop for me.
The skeleton belongs to the sun and the moon, and it is not surprising that it is old.
I hate Lingyange. I can't draw fame.