The West Lake has a long history, and Jamlom takes it to and from the West Lake every year.

I like to call a boat to break the lake, often by the smoky waters of the West Lake. At present, I have been painting Xiling Road, begging and making drinks for many years. —— Li in the Ming Dynasty "The West Lake has been around for more than a year, and it is taken as a beggar." The West Lake has been around for many years, and Jamlom took it to beg by the lake. Often near the smoke and water of the West Lake, I like to call a boat to break the lake.

At present, I have been painting Xiling Road, begging and making drinks for many years. Li (1575 ~ 1629) was a poet and painter in the Ming Dynasty. The word is long and the word is luxuriant. The numbers are Yuan Tan, Xianghai, Guhuaitang and Cang 'an, and the numbers at night are Shenyu lay man and Liu Fu Taoist. Shexian (now Anhui Province) lives in Jiading (now Shanghai). At the age of 32, I was promoted to a higher position, and then I gave up my career. Poetry and songs are mostly paid for writing scenery, and their styles are fresh and natural. Together with Tang, Lou Jian and Cheng Jiasui, they are also called "Mr. Jiading Four". Be good at painting landscapes and learn from Zhenwu and Huang. He is cold and fluent, and he is one of the "nine friends in painting". I also worked hard on calligraphy. plum

The wicker has been combed yellow, and the tide has fallen to the stream to expose the beam. The foot of the sail presses the frost to kill the net, and the teeth move to the moon and ring at night. There is hunting in the car, once occupied Wei, and there is no song in the drum. The fork is one and a half feet long, and the new wine from neighboring Weng blows incense. -Liu Bing's "Watching Fishing with Children" in Ming Dynasty and Children's Watching Fishing.

The wicker has been combed yellow and the tide has fallen.

The foot of the sail presses the frost to kill the net, and the teeth move to the moon and ring at night.

There is hunting in the car, once occupied Wei, and there is no song in the drum.

The fork is one and a half feet long, and the new wine from neighboring Weng blows incense. Rain is coming and the wind is rustling. Put on cassia twig and stroke the mountain. Numerous British meteorites, fresh leaves floating. Smoke, smoke, smoke. Excited room curtains, hair and gauze. Medium hair and skin, lonely. Think of beauty and cross the blue sky. The water is slender and the mountains are undulating. Birds in the clouds are so fat. It takes a long way to send a book. You can't be invited if you die in Sichuan. Aromatic orchids wither day and night. Cover the lyre, spare Yu Di. Soul canthus, heart shaking. Looking at the bright moon, singing. Chat happily, forever tonight. -In the Ming Dynasty, Liu Ji thought of Ren Mei in "Thinking of Ren Mei"

Liu Ji in Ming Dynasty

Read the full text ∨ The rain is coming and the wind is rustling.

Put on cassia twig and stroke the mountain.

Numerous British meteorites, fresh leaves floating.

Smoke, smoke, smoke.

Excited room curtains, hair and gauze.

Medium hair and skin, lonely.

Think of beauty and cross the blue sky.

The water is slender and the mountains are undulating.

Birds in the clouds are so fat.

It takes a long way to send a book.

You can't be invited if you die in Sichuan.

Aromatic orchids wither day and night.

Cover the lyre, spare Yu Di.

Soul canthus, heart shaking.

Looking at the bright moon, singing.

Chat happily, forever tonight. ▲ But Wu Yuexi doesn't know Wang Lang's face. Wu Jiangfeng is cold and autumn, and he is a poor foreign poet. I will hear that Wang Lang can swim at the top of the Five Mountains, and I will hear that Wang Lang is throwing money at Bai Bi. There is wine but holding Hu Ji to drink, naked in front of the ministers. All my life, my passion has overshadowed the five mountains, and I have shrugged my shoulders. Kunlun horse steps on white clouds, Dongting catches the bright moon alone. I also sing in the snow, when I drink to the beginning of the paper. A short song is sent to you from afar. This is a book written by Liu Sheng. -In the Ming Dynasty, Wang Chengfu was sent to write a letter.

Huang Liu merchants in Ming Dynasty

Read the full text ∨ but recite Wu, but I don't know Wang Lang's face.

Wu Jiangfeng is cold and autumn, and he is a poor foreign poet.

I will hear that Wang Lang can swim at the top of the Five Mountains, and I will hear that Wang Lang is throwing money at Bai Bi.

There is wine but holding Hu Ji to drink, naked in front of the ministers.

All my life, my passion has overshadowed the five mountains, and I have shrugged my shoulders.

Kunlun horse steps on white clouds, Dongting catches the bright moon alone.

I also sing in the snow, when I drink to the beginning of the paper.

A short song is sent to you from afar. This is a book written by Liu Sheng. ▲