Today, I heard that the Chu people in the East made a net of a book garden.
Mo Chi splashes clouds, and purple shines brightly.
Romance meets me, weeds and dragon dancing.
One dance and three drunkenness will never get rid of worries.
Watch Gong Sundaniang's disciples dance swords, parallel order. "
Among them, cursive Zhang Xu.
Author: Du Fu
On October 19, the second year of Dali, Kuifu took a bus to Yuan's residence and met Li Shier's mother in Linying.
When he wields a sword, he makes him strong. He asked the teacher, "I am a disciple of Gong Sundaniang."
In the third year of Kaiyuan, when I was a child, I visited the Gongsun family in Yancheng, and my swordsmanship was vigorous.
When Liu Li was frustrated and won the laurel, he was sacrificed by the people in the second Ji Fang of Gaochou Yichun Pear Garden.
Xiao is a dancer. When the first emperor, Sun was the only one.
The jade looks gorgeous, and I am bald. I am a disciple of this school, and I am not proud.
Distinguish its source, you can know the waves and be generous, and you can talk about it as a "sword."
Zhang Xu, a former Wu native, is good at cursive writing, and he is often seen in Yexian County.
Dance Xihe sword, cursive script has made progress since then, and I am grateful, that is, Gongsun knows it.
A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.
The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.
As bright as an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings.
She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.
But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.
This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily.
When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.
There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun.
Fifty years later, the royal family fainted in the dusty cave with a flick of a finger.
The musicians in the pear orchard floated by like fog, and now one or two female musicians are trying to fascinate the cold sun.
There are adult-sized trees beside the emperor's golden tomb, and I seem to hear the grass creaking on the cliff in Qutang.
Hey? This is an emergency. At the climax of joy, sadness comes with the rising of the eastern moon.
And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.
Mo mei
Author:
Wang Mian
The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks.
Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.
Weng Duan Chao belittled Li Tiezan.
The words are clear and sharp, and the pen is precise and steady.
Although the handwriting is powdered, the ink is still intact.
The popularity of the public should be solid and not free.
The so-called calligraphy, if you want it, you must have it.