In the past, there was joy in Danyang. Purple gold and floating jade are everywhere. The treasure pavilion turns into the world of Maitreya. Dragon Palace is right. From time to time, there are more flowers falling from the sky. On a vast day, the autumn water arrives, and the whale salamanders are drumming and the mountains are boiling. Member Qiaodaiyu is more powerful. Rootless. Don’t teach Long Bo to play folk opera. ——Mi Fu, Song Dynasty, "The Fisherman's Proud (Jinshan)" The Fisherman's Proud (Jinshan) In the past, Danyang was a place of joy. Purple gold and floating jade are everywhere. The treasure pavilion turns into the world of Maitreya. Dragon Palace is right. From time to time, there are more flowers falling from the sky.
On a vast day, the autumn water arrives, and the whale salamanders are drumming and the mountains are boiling. Member Qiaodaiyu is more powerful. Rootless. Don’t teach Long Bo to play folk opera. Mi Fu (1051-1107) was a calligrapher, painter and theorist of calligraphy and painting in the Northern Song Dynasty. His ancestral home is Taiyuan and he moved to Xiangyang. He has great talent, poor character, and is obsessed with cleanliness. It was imitated by people from the Tang Dynasty and stored more rare stones. The world name is Midian. Calligraphy and painting are in a class of their own. He can paint dead wood, bamboo and rocks, always coming up with new ideas, and he can also paint landscapes, creating an ink play of clouds and mountains, hidden by smoke and clouds, which is plain and innocent. Good at poetry, good at calligraphy, and good at identification. He is good at calligraphy styles such as seal script, official script, regular script, running script, and cursive script. He is good at copying ancient calligraphy to the point of imitating the real calligraphy. One of the four families of Song Dynasty. He once served as school secretary, doctor of calligraphy and painting, and wailang of the Ministry of Etiquette.
Mi Fu The catkins are blown by the breeze, and the pear blossoms are raining lightly. The curtains of Chunyin Courtyard hang down to the ground. A small bridge crosses the shadow of Bixi River, and a solitary smoke rises from Qinglian Market. The mirror is about love, and the heart of the piano is broken and sleepy. The light cold and desert invade the mandarin duck quilt. When I wake up from wine, the clouds scatter on my face and my face turns red. When I dream of returning to the mountain, I frown and the green is green. ——Xie Yi, Song Dynasty, "Treading on the Shasha·The Catkins are Breezy"
Treading on the Shasha·The Catkins are Breeze The catkins are gentle in the wind, and the pear blossoms are raining lightly. The curtains of Chunyin Courtyard hang down to the ground. A small bridge crosses the shadow of Bixi River, and a solitary smoke rises from Qinglian Market.
The mirror is about love, and the heart of the piano is broken and sleepy. The light cold and desert invade the mandarin duck quilt. When I wake up from wine, the clouds scatter on my face and my face turns red. When I dream of returning to the mountain, I frown and the green is green. In the description of the scene, a woman is pregnant with a touch of residual clouds, a few rows of new wild geese, the sky is dyed with broken clouds, and the red shadows are vaguely seen, punctuating the clear blue of the evening sky. Helps with autumn colors. The door is shielded from the west wind, the bridge is shining sideways, the green wings are coming, the dust is rising, the phoenix curtain is close at hand, everyone knows each other. Sigh. Knowing how to do it, you can enjoy it together. The song is passed down, and the bridle is flying, and the Qimo painting hall continues all night long. Thousands of miles away from the top of the building, three updates at the bottom of the tent, full of tears. Why is Xiang Xiang, bored but only listening to the message. ——"Double-Headed Lotus (Double Tune)" by Zhou Bangyan of the Song Dynasty
Double-Headed Lotus (Double Tune) A touch of residual clouds, a few rows of new geese, the sky is dyed with broken clouds, and the red shadows are vaguely visible. In the middle, the clear blue of the evening sky breaks through. Helps with autumn colors. The door is shielded from the west wind, the bridge is shining sideways, the green wings are coming, the dust is rising, the phoenix curtain is close at hand, everyone knows each other.
Sigh the separation. Knowing how to do it, you can enjoy it together. The song is passed down, and the bridle is flying, and the Qimo painting hall continues all night long. Thousands of miles away from the top of the building, three updates at the bottom of the tent, full of tears. Why is Xiang Xiang, bored but only listening to the message. When we joined hands back then, we became a couple, and no one envied them. It has been five years since I stopped, and I have a dream of embracing and charming noodles. The willow eyebrows are lightly swept, the apricot cheeks are slightly brushed, and the dimples are placed in front of the eyes. While sleeping, I got up and looked for it, but I couldn't see it. ——Chao Buzhi's "Youth Travel" in the Song Dynasty
"Youth Travel" When we joined hands back then, we became a couple, and no one would envy them. It has been five years since I stopped, and I have a dream of embracing and charming noodles.
The willow eyebrows are lightly swept, the apricot cheeks are slightly brushed, and the dimples are pressed forward. While sleeping, I got up and looked for it, but I couldn't see it.