The night flight has been paid for the journey, so guests may want to sleep with their boats on their backs.
Yellow-orange-purple crabs meet rivers and seas, and Redmi white fish feed their children.
Pay attention to buying wine and thanking the boatman, and turn around a thousand miles.
Huaibei rain broke the boat, Huainan wind broke the boat.
Travel for a long time will make you sick, and you will be proud of frost and snow when you get old.
It was rough at the foot of the mountain and thunder rumbled before I dared to try my boat.
You don't have to burn a rhinoceros to catch a ghost, but you must draw a sword and cut a long dumpling. Su Shi (1037-1101) was a writer, painter and gourmet in the Northern Song Dynasty. Zi yue Zhan, no Dongpo lay man. Han nationality, Sichuanese, was buried in Yingchang (now Jiaxian County, Pingdingshan City, Henan Province). I have a bumpy career, profound knowledge, extremely high talent and excellent poetry, calligraphy and painting. His writing style, Wang Yang, is unrestrained and fluent, and he is also called Ou Su with Ouyang Xiu, one of the "Eight Masters of Tang and Song Dynasties"; Poetry is fresh and vigorous, making good use of exaggeration and metaphor, and its artistic expression is unique. Together with Huang Tingjian, they are called Su Huang. The uninhibited school has a great influence on later generations, and it is called Su Xin with Xin Qiji. Calligraphy is good at running script and regular script, and it can be innovative. Writing with a pen is ups and downs, full of childlike interest. And Huang Tingjian, Mi Fei and Cai Xiang are also called Song Sijia. Painting is the same as literature. In painting, we advocate spirit likeness and "literati painting". He is the author of The Complete Works of Su Dongpo and Dongpo Yuefu. Su Shi
Mountains and rivers have existed since ancient times, and abundant resources are few and far between. Wild fog confuses the flower path, and autumn smoke separates the city bridge. The stream is deep and rainy, and the river is turbid and dark. I am proud of my good deeds, and I stay away from the market. -Wang Mian's "Two Rhymes Answering Dan Fan III" in Yuan Dynasty, two rhymes answering Dan Fan III.
Mountains and rivers have existed since ancient times, and abundant resources are few and far between.
Wild fog confuses the flower path, and autumn smoke separates the city bridge.
The stream is deep and rainy, and the river is turbid and dark.
I am proud of my good deeds, and I stay away from the market. The old tree turns to oblique light, and people surround the bamboo. Expose deep flowers and air-cool, first frost crab paste fertilizer. How strong is the heart of selling wine? Fuck the boat, there's Miss Wu, and she's singing a new song. —— Wang Mian's "Ten Miscellaneous Chapters in the Boat" in the Yuan Dynasty was the tenth in the boat.
The old tree turns to oblique light, and people surround the bamboo.
Expose deep flowers and air-cool, first frost crab paste fertilizer.
How strong is the heart of selling wine?
Fuck the boat, there's Miss Wu, and she's singing a new song. The return of Yuan Mingfu means that it is in the countryside. Building a house is crowded with people, and it is a pleasure to have no horses and chariots. Autumn chrysanthemums have been picked, and the spring breeze is Liu Juanjuan. People are getting thinner and thinner, and things are moving. Lying high under the north window, dreaming of Xi Huang. Xiao is worried about the air, but the piano has no strings? Masters never daydream, and what they are comfortable with is natural. The end is quiet in the middle, not underground. Recalling the Millennium wind, it is called my mystery. -Yuan Xin Xuan by Wang Mian in Yuan Dynasty
The return of Yuan Mingfu means that it is in the countryside.
Building a house is crowded with people, and it is a pleasure to have no horses and chariots.
Autumn chrysanthemums have been picked, and the spring breeze is Liu Juanjuan.
People are getting thinner and thinner, and things are moving.
Lying high under the north window, dreaming of Xi Huang.
Xiao is worried about the air, but the piano has no strings? Masters never daydream, and what they are comfortable with is natural.
The end is quiet in the middle, not underground.
Recalling the Millennium wind, it is called my mystery.