Felt hat, red hair and yellow skirt, cloud is the solution of toast loyalist.
Under the sandstorm, the north wind blows the flag, and the border troops are mixed.
The court watched the prisoners day and night, and the frozen Emirates ship still lived here.
The magistrate fled, and the post officer cried, asking for money and wine but still asking for chicken.
Yao Yuan's legacy is still repeating, and Ercao dare not boast about western Liaoning. Li Mengyang (1472- 1530) was born in Anhua county, Qingyang prefecture (now Qingcheng county, Gansu province), moved to Kaifeng prefecture, worked as a calligrapher, studied Yan Zhenqing's brushwork, was good at using words in ancient Chinese, advocated that "literature must be in Qin and Han dynasties, and poetry must flourish in Tang dynasty", and emphasized retro. A writer in the middle of Ming Dynasty, the leader of the first seven sons of the retro school. Li Mengyang
The east wind in the pavilion recalls the past and sings like boiling wine. Kirin brocade account sells silver candles, peacock cloud screen banquet. The well collapsed and the copper bottle was lying in the rain. Lan Xiang Joan Pei was fascinated by the smoke. Sad and lonely buried outside the maple forest, cold leftovers fell into paper money. -Liu Bing in the Ming Dynasty "Worship Chen Shumo and Chen's Tomb" worships Chen Shumo and Chen's Tomb.
The east wind in the pavilion recalls the past and sings like boiling wine.
Kirin brocade account sells silver candles, peacock cloud screen banquet.
The well collapsed and the copper bottle was lying in the rain. Lan Xiang Joan Pei was fascinated by the smoke.
Sad and lonely buried outside the maple forest, cold leftovers fell into paper money. When the road was chaotic, Chi Di hung in the air. It is better to know that disaster has been lurking. Zhu Jin studied private work, and Xun Feng greeted him skillfully. I don't care about the bed, but my flesh and blood has become a whale. It is good to go back to the real road, which is deceiving people. -Liu Ji's Poems on History (Twenty-one Poems) in Ming Dynasty (Twenty-one Poems)
When the road was chaotic, Chi Di hung in the air.
It is better to know that disaster has been lurking.
Zhu Jin studied private work, and Xun Feng greeted him skillfully.
I don't care about the bed, but my flesh and blood has become a whale.
It is good to go back to the real road, which is deceiving people. Thinking at night, thinking about the intestines. People cry, they can't hear, and the moon doesn't appear in court. Fang will go into the sea to make a fierce dumpling, and then fly to the mountain to invite him to fly. Suddenly there is a mixed feeling of confusion in my chest. What is loss? Thinking at night is endless. This pheasant has a red mouth and white hair blowing in the autumn wind. -Ming Dynasty Liu Ji's "Quiet Night Thinking" Quiet Night Thinking
Thinking at night, thinking about the intestines.
People cry, they can't hear, and the moon doesn't appear in court.
Fang will go into the sea to make a fierce dumpling, and then fly to the mountain to invite him to fly.
Suddenly there is a mixed feeling of confusion in my chest. What is loss?
Thinking at night is endless.
This pheasant has a red mouth and white hair blowing in the autumn wind.