Piano, Chess, Calligraphy and Painting (4)
The fragrance of your heart is crushed into small pieces, not for others, only for you.
Draw two or three plum blossoms, and push the window to face the snow.
The remaining three poems:
(1)
There is no way to climb the high cliff, and I can see the guqin on the stone platform under the panasonic.
Sit in the clouds and play a song. Where in the world can you not hear the music?
(2)
If the Chu and Han Dynasties were fighting each other, they would not care about winning or losing, but would only care about peace.
After finishing the chess game and winning the cup, I still ask myself, what about the ancient victors?
(3)
The ruthless years are nothing but a cup of tea and a book.
I bowed my head and smiled knowingly when I read it, just as the bright moon shone in the court.