Summary: The Yueyang Tower is cold and windy, and the Song lyrics are hard to bear to see. Wan Li Castle Peak has nowhere to hide, and I feel sorry for the old guest Chang 'an. The rhyme of self-made new words is the most charming. Xiaohong sings and I blow. The song ends at Songling Road, echoing the Twelve Bridges from afar. When I grow up, I am no longer in the mood to listen to the hurried strings; Sick, not suitable for drinking and feasting. Life is alive, and it is rare to encounter good rain before the summer heat this autumn; When enjoying the cool, please let me stay at home with a warm pillow. Jiang kui's judgment. Shu Zhong and Yang Tingxi split firewood across the mountain.
Yang Tingxi was born in Min County (now Fuzhou). He is a mounter, good at painting bamboo, learning from Zheng Xie intercropping flowers and birds, and learning from Shanghai style.
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