Although I am not good at reading, Xiao Shu is nothing like me.
If you can understand what it means, you often say that you can't learn.
Beautiful, but beautiful.
Dignified and beautiful, vigorous and graceful.
Every time I laugh at myself, it doesn't mean that my children are also quite good.
Books become useless and discarded, and absurdity is wrapped by others.
The text is broad and brief, so it ends with details.
When I was a child, I also saw the push, and the language was not heavy.
I learned to shoot recently, and I'm worried about the official.
No matter how good it is, it's useless
Why don't you do anything? Lazy at everything.
I've heard of ancient calligraphy. It's lame like a doorman.
The secular pen is bitter and arrogant, and unity is strength.
The clock suddenly went away, and the language went away with time.
Drum stone
Ugly in winter and December, new to politics. The old news of the stone drum is seen today, and the text is full of snakes. At the beginning of the microscopic view, I drew my belly with my fingers, and I wanted to see it as a clip in my mouth. It's too late for the Han Palace to live in ancient times. My present situation is one hundred years later. If you try to find a push painting, you will get one thing and two things. My car is attacking the horse, and its fish is like a willow. (its word cloud: I attack with my car, and I am with my horse. There is another cloud: fish is its place and carp is its place. How to penetrate it, Wei Yang and Liu. I can only read these six sentences, and the rest are useless. )
Ancient artifacts are still named after the tripod, and the stars are scattered everywhere.
It's half like a scar, and the elbow can be distinguished at the bend.
Juanjuan lacks the moon to hide the clouds, and the golden harvest is beautiful.
Wandering for hundreds of years occasionally exists, independent for thousands of years who is your friend?
On the other hand, it is the same as AA 1 1.
Looking back on the song "Hongyan" sung by Zhou that year, history has become a tadpole.
Those who hate chaos think of sages, and those who thrive in heaven are poor.
Expedition to the East, Xu Lu, Hu Qiu, and the North, and follow the instructions.
Just like the miscellaneous tribute of a wolf and a deer, Zhao Fang gave Guizuo a gift.
Therefore, because I am thinking about being a general, I am not bothered by the exam.
Whose eulogy is better than Gao Song's, she is as elegant as ever.
Admiration and hard work are great, but loyalty is not far away.
I want to know my age, but I can't remember who I am.
Since the decline of the Seven Kingdoms, there are nine Qin people.
Sweep poetry and recite, abandon the whip of beans.
At that time, who assisted Zulong, and the son of Shangcai led the yellow dog.
Climbing mountains and carving stones is a great achievement, and the latter has no inheritance, not even couples.
Emperor Junyun toured the four countries, cooked a riot and saved Guizhou's head.
Now that the Six Classics have been dusted off, this drum should be cracked.
It is rumored that Jiuding is in danger and wants to sink thousands of people into the water.
Tyrants indulge in poor manpower, and gods' righteousness does not pollute Qin scales.
It's time to avoid the stone drum. God will keep it.
Rise and fall, everything is idle, and wealth is immortal.
Thinking about physics and sighing, life is as safe as yours.
Sun Xin's old poem "Looking for the Ink Pavilion"
Lanting cocoon paper entered Zhaoling, which has a long history.
Yan Zhenqing Gong's calligraphy is innovative, with strong fonts, such as an autumn eagle.
Jiao Xu's and his son's calligraphy is also extremely delicate, and their brushwork is vigorous and powerful.
Yishan stone carvings are examples, and thousands of hands are handed down to Li.
Ling Du's storytelling is expensive and hard, but this Oracle is not public, and I don't rely on it.
Short, long, fat and barren have their own states. Who dares to hate Yan Fei in Yuhuan?
The Governor of Huzhou is really an ancient scholar, and he did not hesitate to spend money on broken stone tablets.
The tortoise fell into the dark wall of the seat and was silent during the day.
You give beautiful rubbings to friends all over wuyue, and praise beautiful things in their discussions.
When a book comes to beg for poetry, it should be written by itself, so that Sorreltail's book can become a vine.
Later, I still regarded the present as the past, just like a hurricane lamp.
When Liu Lang recalled his prison, he also said that he was obedient.
Ask for handwriting.
Maiguang store is clean and flawless, and the green light is dazzling at night.
This vine can really hang, half spring worm and half autumn snake.
Liu Er's nephew asks for a book.
It is not enough to retreat into the mountains. Only by reading thousands of books can you understand God.
Your family has its own yuan and feet, so don't be tired of asking people about chickens.
A piece of running script and two poems, and then a good beard is as silky as silk.
When you are eager to preach family law, what you want to see is the sincerity of the pen.
The second poem answers the ink collected by Professor Yu.
Laughing at Wang Huiji for a long time, the wild owl will foul several times.
I have to worry about Anxi in my old age, and I am tired of the chickens at home.
The second son is in the contemporary era, and Gu strives for happiness with his children.
The king of Qin was a dragonfly for eighteen years, and later he liked to compare snakes with insects.
I don't care if I was born with Pepsi, but people mistakenly say that Yun works here.
There is no obsession in the world, and bending over is especially despicable.
Life is a matter of several times, and you are willing to start with a small thing.
This ink has been used for 30 years for fear of wind and frost invading teeth.
Non-human grinding ink grinding people, the bottle should be ashamed.
After death, the clothes will be returned to the old country and several acres of wasteland will be mowed.
Write a book for Jun Jun, don't laugh, look for birds and May.
One screw paint is enough, so you can't let a stove burn loose.
You can't see longevity musk deer in Yongning, and the house is quiet and beautiful.
Beautiful mountains float with dizzy eyebrows, and double crows draw fragrant clouds and temples.
When I heard that five hooves gave moth green, I asked for otter bone marrow without hesitation.
Wen Jun's poems should be laughed at, but the cold window is cold.
Rowen Yange (also quoted)
Yu's old work "The World's Words on the Seal of the Bang" includes weiyun: Seeing the name and sealing the bang, sitting behind the dragon's tail and shaming the cow. I have asked for the inkstone, and I have a cloud: Zi has his own phoenix card, so why? The cover cannot be flat. Fang Junyande, a negotiator, said that if I could write a poem that I didn't understand the previous words very well, I should be paid, so I wrote this poem.
Huang from white Hu Tian, regardless of the death of greedy husband.
You see, the dragon's tail is a stone, and the jade is in the stone.
How long have you studied the sky? I didn't hesitate to cooperate with others at first.
Poetry becomes treasure, Wang Yan doesn't know when to put pen to paper.
There is dust in the brocade box, so there is no need to practice the bed.
What's more, Su Zifeng's name is clearly marked, and she looks like a cow queen in the play.
The blue sky shines on the water and the wind blows the clouds, and the windows are bright and clean.
I have nothing to do with heaven and earth, and perilla is fragmented.
You don't choose anything you say. Spring insects and autumn snakes draw at will.
I would like to mourn the old Dongpo of perilla, and the benevolent need not be separated.
In recent years, Zhang exchanged a bronze sword for a dragon's tail inkstone.
My bronze sword is like a red snake, and your stone is oval and hollow.
Why are you holding my sword? In Daming Palace, Yu Pei gnashed her teeth.
I must use your inkstone safely. You can write worms and shrimps under the window of Tang Xue.
Two things are the same as people at first, falling high and falling high with the wind.
Jade articles are foreign objects, and grass is no different from grass.
Don't you see that Qin Cheng and Zhao are easy to compare with each other?
I didn't see my second concubine change horses, sobbing and homesick.
It's better to be cruel and always think of peaches, plums and Qionghua as a good example.
Zhang Zuoshi sent an inkstone to the sword, and his poet returned it with the sword.
Send you a song as a song, every time you eat, there is no fish to sigh.
Once you see a violent son, you have the desire to compete with the crown.
Is it worse than poverty and disease in Ling Du, and is it increasing day by day?
Cut jiaozi and stab the old and weak tiger, and an official will be great with beef brisket and calf.
Therefore, it is unintentional to change the inkstone, so as not to cut the sky and hurt the sky.
What is the significance of writing poems about swords? I know you want to grind each other with poetry.
Newspapers are well-meaning and have nothing to say, so try to ask Yan Jun about the aftermath.
When a poem becomes a sword, you should smile at the inkstone, which will leak the house.
Sun Xin sent four ink poems.
There is no old pine in Culai, and there is no good job in Xiao Shui.
Rare materials make fun of the waves, but Pan Weng is the only skillful hand. (Pangu makes ink and uses Korean coal. )
Fish cells mature, and rhinoceros horns are double dragons.
Mo Cheng did not dare to use it, so he entered Penglai Palace.
Penglai Four Seasons Spring, Jade Palace Ming.
The golden sound is flying white, and the fog is lingering in Changhong.
Far-reaching pity for drunkards always serves them, and a smile opens the sky.
Stone cuts horse liver, rattan opens jade edition.
Shh, shh, the clouds are clear and the dragons and snakes are in full swing.
What's so good about it? It is full of beauty.
An old friend returns to Tianlu, and an ancient lacquer reveals bamboo slips.
Elk to Fang Fang, veteran is good at weaving.
I'm glad to see you, but all I have left is a sigh.
I'm as hungry as a mouse and bite at night.
Wachi grinding stove coal, reed pipe book persimmon leaves.
Tang Fuzi is near, Wu Yuan. (Tang sent Mo Banwan. )
Then, Mr. Gui Bilan.
Wash the inkstone and sit by the sunny window. The snake and insect are flat.
There are good people knocking at the door for drunken posts.
I am poor and sit on poetry and serve my friends for a long time.
After five years in the Jianghu, I kept my mouth shut and was heavily in debt.
Come back a little today, it itches like climbing scabies.
Mr. Wang didn't laugh at him, but gave me another poem.
The dim light makes people have strange ideas and strange things are pointed out.
Poetry becomes a self-smile, so every disease meets shrimp and crab.
Title Wang Tie
I'm drunk and bald, chasing the world and calling myself a calligrapher.
Have you ever dreamed about the king and the clock, pretending to be blind and deaf?
As the city advocates wiping green and red, demons sing and dance to dazzle children.
Mrs. Xie is pale and rich, but she has her own disadvantages.
Tianmen swings and jumps, and birds sweep out of the forest.
The cursive script I gave you will continue, and I won't worry.
Two Postscripts and the Postscript and Rhyme of the Second Minoan King
The three pavilions show books to prevent smoke, and you can see birds and plums.
Autumn snakes and spring worms have been mixed for a long time, and wild pheasants will be beautiful.
The jade letter key came to heaven, and the purple messenger came to Kay himself.
I don't know. It's just an empty cloud committee.
Come back and pursue alone, sit and think about Pengshan for twenty years.
Where did you get this copy? It has Huan Xuan cold oil on it.
Stealing the ancient, laughing like a tiger.
Don't look at Yongning Li in Chang 'an. Who will repair the broken wall of the Wangs?
Bird wrote thousands of papers every day, and he suffered for it all his life.
Painting the ground as a cake may not look like it, but it makes the idiot drool.
A treasure house of jade, without toes, captures the truth, doubt and wisdom at once.
When I was hungry, I read books and shed tears, so I have been begging.
Song Zhao Hui's Two Poems of Honesty Paper with Secondary Rhyme
There is nothing in the old poetry bag, and a hundred times has achieved a hundred times of gold harvest. Uncle Yong left a hundred paintings and poems with sincerity. )
Knowing that you also hate carving liver and kidney, I will count the worries of Jiangnan.
You and your family are poor at learning from each other, so it is better to discuss the stone canal with Confucianism.
Ancient paper means nothing to me, so he should give Zagreb a new book.
The prince's quatrains hidden in Liu Jingwen's book
Domestic chickens and wild owls go together, and spring insects and autumn snakes always enter.
Your house has two lines and twelve characters, and the air pressure is 30 thousand.
Old man Liu Guantang's cursive poems
Life has images, dreams have no roots.
When Fang Qi dreams, there is nothing, but when a bubble loses its tone, it is different.
The dew is not clear, the electricity is exhausted, and this is absolutely impossible.
Clouds are as white as ash, but they don't wither. They are all ignorant of taking part in accidental amusement.
When you become a doctor and forget your body, cursive script must learn to chat and entertain yourself.
When I put pen to paper, I called Zhou Yue slave, and the squirrel drank pine.
Jade vines are covered with snow, and Youlong is full of people.
Don't be shy. (six views, take six things such as dreams in the Diamond Sutra. The old man is a monk, good at medical cursive script, and his writing style is far-reaching, but people don't know how expensive it is, so he wrote this poem on the pretence. )
Zhao Jingzuo asked Dong Zhai for a poem list. Yesterday, Du Wen brought wine to the play and asked for a pot of rhyme as an ornament.
Wang Suntian Kirin, bright eyes and white teeth.
The richer, the better.
My old books are easy to put aside, and my pen is for the game.
You need an inscription from Dongzhai, and you need to drink the snow from the West Lake.
The long bottle is not divided, and the small inkstone has been fried.
Unlike Chun Yu Kun, one stone comes out.
Laugh at yourself ([question 1: test pen])
Children's stones are like jade, and the smoke from cooking in the distance is really dull.
As the old saying goes, grinding ink is like a sick hand. ) Yun Xuan is very sad.
There's nothing good about it, but I'm fascinated.
Like wax, but also like forging willow.
Drunk pens are all over the sky, and the sky is graceful.
Zhong Shujun, thank you for staying here with me.