"Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry, and wine, everything was inseparable back then.
Now everything is delivered, firewood, rice, oil, salt, soy sauce, vinegar, tea."
[Qin]
When playing the zither and clapping the harp, no one knows the resentment in my heart.
When there are many people, they are as violent as a viper.
The strings are controlled by the armor. Arrogant and extravagant.
I beat the strings twice and the strings are in despair.
My ambition is broken and my heart is broken, so I sigh in sorrow.
I raise my eyebrows towards the moon and caress the elegant harp,
The five beats are cold and the meaning is profound.
Looking back on the past, it is difficult to carry luggage.
The six beats are sad and want to stop playing.
I made eight beats here to relieve my worries.
How could I know that when the song is completed, my heart will turn to sorrow.
I raise my head and look up at the clouds and smoke in the sky.
Nine beats are pregnant. Who will pass on the love?
A life of hard work is separated by fate.
Ten beats are so sad that the tears turn to blood.
Ten beats are there because of this.
The sound of sorrow is lingering and penetrates the heart.
There are two beats of sorrow and joy,
It is difficult to express two feelings.
The rhythm of the fifteenth beat is fast,
Who knows the music when the chest is full of energy?
The sixteen beats are full of thoughts,
My son and I are here Each side.
I have never forgotten the day lily.
How can it hurt my love when I play the harp?
The Hu Jia book comes from Hu Zhong,
The music played by Yuanqin is the same.
Although the song of eighteen beats has come to an end,
The sound is lingering and the thoughts are endless.
[Chess]
p>During the seven years of studying in Wuxi,
the two things happened happily.
Three hundred and sixty-one chess pieces,
This is Qian Ce hides its wonder.
Take advantage of it and eliminate Kun Ce.
It is exactly the same as the number of chess pieces.
[Book]
Jun Mo is good at calligraphy and can distinguish it from other books.
His family’s collection is unparalleled in the world.
The cursive regular script is different in regular and large sizes.
The stipples are vigorous and full of spirit.
It took only a moment to study and lay out the paper.
It took only a moment to scan a piece of paper.
Tan Tan The stream jumps over the thin head.
I have finished looking at the books and returned to the paintings.
A few-axis picture of rice planting in Jiangwu.
Rice seedlings and seedlings are patted in the water. ,
A group of herons are spreading their wings and people are carrying hoe.
There are dense stone cages at the top of Piicheng high and low,
Bamboo trees and ginseng lean against the sparse hedges.
The big cart is turning in a hurry,
The little calf is bullying the young child.
It makes people think about their hometown frequently,
The spring is about to happen. At the beginning of sericulture.
The tiger-headed general painted a row of women,
There are more than 20 sons dragging their skirts.
Mrs. Xu Mu is especially slim,
I am sincere because of my recitation.
I have no books and no farmland.
Although the beauty is old and frail.
I do everything with my head up. If you are not satisfied,
it is better to empty your wine bottle.
The handsome young man with great calligraphy,
The jade letter and the golden sign will fly with the smoke.
There are a hundred and five words,
How can I expect that the yellow bricks will come out recently.
The words are wonderful and ancient, and the ancients are extraordinary,
The nanny is here to attract everyone. Post.
Who will smash the tiles together and the jade?
A lonely heart is connected.
The fast sword cuts across the iron mountain and destroys it,
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Playing with a dragon and dancing in the Milky Way.
There is no moon in the square courtyard, the sky and the earth are dark,
Looking up, there are no stars.
Langyan Zhenshi Zhiqian
Not as good as Yonghe Wa Yanzai.
Bai Shi has died thousands of miles away,
How many people love him among hundreds of people.
Orchid Pavilion's belief in beauty is like catching the wind,
People with expensive ears and blind eyes follow.
For three days, I vomited blood, hunger and beat my chest,
Ye Gong painted a dragon and was afraid of the real dragon. .
Shi Jun learned calligraphy.
He has been practicing calligraphy for a long time.
The beauty of business lies in the heart.
Shujuan Gong is easy to use.
I just want to get rid of the crowd,
I have to fight with wine to help me.
I am drunk with ink in the name of the hall,
I swing it to move the wall.
An De's wine pool,
Look at the dripping wet head.
But after Zhang Jun,
Don't worry about Dian's ugly name.
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[Painting]
The white-haired old man in the green mountains is stubborn,
The life of pen and inkstone is hard and hard.
People in the paddy fields on the lake don’t want it,
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Who will buy my painting of Zhongshan?
The wind and rain in the deserted village are mixed with the crow of chickens,
The pot cooks in the kitchen and I am ashamed of my old wife.
I plan to write a poem Selling in Hsinchu,
Bamboo shoots in the market are as cheap as mud.
Calligraphy, painting, poetry and prose are not always done,
I make a living by chance.
I am afraid that the money in the chestnut bag is too little,
Mr. Yeji has been poor for a day.
The white door has a red hibiscus fence,
There are geese and ducks next to his wife and children.
Natural interest is difficult to copy.
Three days without smoke and no hunger.
Yi Fei cuts off the long dragon,
In the painting left behind See.
When we board the boat, tigers roar,
The water surges and dragons fight.
The mountains are shaken by shock,
Draw the sword and drag it Thunder and lightning.
The scales are broken by the white blade,
The Cangjiang River is stained with blood.
Feeling this strong ancient man,
Thousands of years are like facing each other.
I used to be thirty-six,
My appearance is in my painting.
I am forty-six now,
I am lying in the river city in decline.
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They look at each other silently,
Like a younger brother to an older brother.
If the situation makes others see each other,
How can they not be strangers?
Xihe whips the sun,
does not stop for me.
The shape of the body belongs to the sun and the moon,
Old age is not surprising.
I hate Lingyan Pavilion,
I am not allowed to draw fame.