It's all here now, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea. "
Ha ha laugh
[Qin]
I did nothing at the beginning of my life, but after I was born, the Han Dynasty declined. Heaven is ruthless and chaotic, and the earth is ruthless, which makes me meet this time. The road is dangerous and the people are in exile. Smoke and dust cover the wild, land rover prospers, and ambition is good and righteousness is lacking. Who should I sue for rude insults? After a while, I knocked on the piano, feeling angry and resentful.
Rong Jie forced me to get married and pushed me to the horizon. Yunshan is heavy and the wind is thousands of miles away. Many people are violent and fierce. Like snakes, they are arrogant and extravagant. Two beats and one string, the string is heartbroken, heartbreaking and sad.
It is better to have no life than to go to the country of Yue Han and enter the city of Hu. Felt hair is shocking and flesh and blood, and what goes around comes around is boring to curb my feelings. Drums are ringing from the night, and Hu Feng is dark. Hurt the present, feel the past, feel the past, feel sadness, feel pain, feel pain.
I miss my hometown day and night, and I feel the most bitter when my life is full. Natural disasters make the country chaotic and the people have no owners. I am the only one who has no luck. Different customs and different physical difficulties, different appetites, who can talk! It's sad to think about how hard it is to remember clearly.
The wild goose south wants to make a sound, and the wild goose north returns to the west to get a Chinese sound. Goose flies high, hard to find, but it hurts. Think about it. The folding of the eyebrows caressed Ya Qin to the moon, and the five strokes were profound.
First frost is cold and hungry, so you can't eat meat and cheese. At night, I heard the long water sobbing. I saw the Great Wall and the road was full. Looking back, it is difficult to pack your bags, and six beats of sadness come and go.
As the sun sets, the wind wails. I don't know who I'm talking to! Vilen is depressed, guarding Wan Li, vulgar, old, weak and young. There are aquatic plants to build homes and repair bases, and cattle and sheep gather in the wild like bees and ants. When the grass is exhausted, all sheep and horses are disciples. Qipai hates living here.
Why don't you see me wandering alone? God, what happened? I live up to God. What makes me different? I live up to the gods. Why should I cross this country? I did eight beats to relieve my worries, but I didn't know my heart was turning to worry.
The sky is boundless and my heart is sad. Life is fleeting, but I can't be happy in my prime. I want to ask the truth, but the sky is gray and I have no chance. Looking up at the clouds and smoke, nine beats are nostalgic. Who is it?
The beacon fire in Chengtou has not been extinguished. When will the battlefield stop? The murderous look rushed to the door, and Hu Feng blew the moonlight. The hometown is silent with the sound of dust. A lifetime of hard work and parting, ten times of sadness and tears into blood.
I am not greedy for life and hate death, so I can't dedicate my body and my heart. I still want to return to mulberry, and I have been dead for a long time. Sun, Moon and Sun are in Rongji, and the Hu people spoil me and have two sons. There is no shame in bow education, and the growth of the soul is contemptible. There is a beat in ten miles, and because of this, sorrow and joy are lingering.
Dongfeng responds to the law and has a lot of heating, so we know that the Han family is the son of heaven and the cloth and clothes are harmonious. The Qiang people danced wildly and sang praises, and the two countries went to war with each other. Suddenly, I met an envoy of the Han Dynasty, and he called me almost by imperial decree, asking my daughter to redeem my concubine. I'm glad I'm still alive, and I'm glad I met a sage, so I won't say goodbye to my children for no reason. Nine times out of ten, it is difficult to live in two emotions.
This doesn't mean I can't live, but I must go back and caress Hu and cry. Ambassador China greeted me, and I was chubby and yelling. Who knows? Life and death come with me at this time, worrying about losing my glory as a child. How can I have wings to give you back? Step by step, it is difficult to move, and the soul disappears. There are three beats in ten, and the strings are anxious and sorrowful, and the intestines are stirring.
When I get home, my son won't follow me, and my heart hangs like I'm hungry. Everything in the four seasons has ups and downs, but I am sad and temporarily motionless. The mountains are high and the sea is wide. I will see you all my life. I dreamed that you came to Sri Lanka at night. Holding hands in a dream is a kind of joy and a kind of sadness, but it hurts after sleeping. Nine times out of ten, tears are falling, the river is flowing east, and I am thinking.
Fifteen beats, a holiday, a promotion, and a full chest. Who knows music? It's unusual in the vault. I hope I can come back, I hope I can be happy again. My heart is full of sorrow and sorrow. The sun and the moon are selfless and never shine. It is difficult to separate mother and son, and the same day is more and more like a commercial reference. Life and death do not know each other, where to find!
Sixteen beats, endless thoughts, my son and I stand on our side. The sun faces the east and the moon faces the west, so don't be heartbroken. I don't forget my worry about daylily, I don't care whether I play the piano or not! I don't want to go back to my hometown today. Old grievances are settled and new grievances are long! Blood and tears look up and complain to the gray son, Hu lives alone!
Seventeen patted Xi's heart, his nose was sour, and it was difficult for Guan Shan to repair Xi alone. I went with a lot of thoughts, but I didn't think long when I came. Filled with branches and dried leaves of Artemisia annua, the battlefield was scarred and covered with bones, knives and arrows. In spring and summer, the wind and frost are cold and the people are hungry and weak. I was so heavy that I entered Chang 'an. I sighed my heart and my tears dried up.
Hu Jia was born out of Hu and turned out the same melody. Although the 18th beat of Xi Qu is over, it sounds memorable. It is a work that knows the subtleties of bamboo silk, and the joys and sorrows change with people's hearts. Hu and Han are different, and heaven and earth are separated. I am bitter and bitter, and Liuhe is vast and difficult to accommodate!
Qin's poems are only this one, or similar to Three Layers of Yangguan.
[chess]
Teenagers don't know chess, and more are surrounded by peeling and chopping vegetables.
Some people refer to granting, grabbing the corner and grabbing the resumption of trading.
Teenagers don't know stars, but seeing them is as good as playing chess.
There are also accusers who will win and see the yuan period.
During the seven years of studying in Wuxi, I enjoyed these two things at the same time.
It's been a long time before I know how many people don't know.
361 chess pieces, this is a dry strategy to hide its miraculous effect.
There are 1520 stars in the universe, if multiplied by 36.
Take it, except Kun, which is exactly the same as the number of chess.
This principle is extremely precise, and I won't think about it when I go back.
Luo Sheng crossed my Shanghai with two long arms.
It's like I'm above the fifth stream and I want to talk to you when I'm not idle.
It's worth watching. I live in western Shanxi.
Give birth to me, when will I come back.
-Luo Wuxing is good at chess and poetry
Wei Liaoweng in Song Dynasty
[book]
Mo Jun's good books can be distinguished from other books. He claims that there is nothing in the world.
Hyun-hyun lost two sons, and paint boxes A and B collected the kitchen.
Zhong Wang's original works are still visible, but Ou Chu's ink is not a meme.
Celebrities in kaiyuan Dali are all in the alliance, and they have more than one hand.
The cursive script is different in size, so is the spirit of stippling.
Sitting in the middle of the neighborhood, nearsighted, shocked when I know best.
You need to study what you got by wandering around Cai Hou and lay paper for a while.
Scanning a picture is too fast and healthy, and Tanxi jumps over the thin skull.
After reading this book, I started my painting again. I planted rice on several axes in Wujiang.
Water swats rice seedlings and hoes winged herons.
The gabions are dense, and the bamboo trees and ginseng lean against the fence.
The cart is in a hurry, and the calf is willing to drive away the young.
People often miss their hometown, spring events and the beginning of sericulture.
General Hu Tou painted women, and more than twenty children dragged skirts.
Mrs. Xu Mu, especially gentle and graceful, recited very sincerely.
I have no books and no land, and the beauty is old.
If you don't care about anything, you might as well do your best.
Cai and I watched some calligraphy and painting in the Song Dynasty. This is May Yao Chen's.
Let's do the math. There are seven ancient songs.
Daling's calligraphy is beautiful, and the jade letter and gold sign fly with the smoke.
With 105 words, does it mean almost yellow? ? Brick.
The word odd and ancient is superb, and the nanny pours all the posts from here.
Who would mock Wallis' lonely heart?
The sword crosses the iron mountain to destroy it, and the dragon and the milky way are fierce.
There is no moon in the square court, and the world is dark. Look up, there are different stars.
A thousand years of waves tell the truth, not as good as Yonghe depression inkstone.
Death in James Pax, a few people love.
Lanting believes in beauty, like catching the wind, but its ears are empty and its eyes are loud.
After three days of vomiting blood and hunger, Ye Gong painted dragons and was afraid of real dragons.
This one belongs to Bai Wei in the Song Dynasty, and this one was found in the company.
There were many books borrowed and played in the Song Dynasty, and I personally don't recommend Su Shi's.
But one of Su Zhe's songs is not long.
See if you have participated in any calligraphy competitions with this.
Then such a topic is not suitable for choosing too long a poem
Shi Jun's calligraphy has a long history.
Management lies in the heart, and books are handy.
However, if you are carefree, you must fight for alcohol when driving.
Make a name for yourself, and the wall will be pushed down by everyone.
Andrew's muddy wine pool, dripping foresight.
But after Zhang Jun, I don't care about fame and ugliness.
This is Su Zhe's song, called "Cang Shu Zui Mo Tang"
[painting]
There are many paintings.
Just a few words.
But it was mainly said by the poet in the painting.
If ten dynasties wind and rain are in a coma, eight wives are hungry.
Xin is an old fool, and no one comes to buy a poem.
Castle peak is white-haired, old and stubborn, and writing is hard.
The paddy field people on the lake don't want it. Who will buy me to paint Zhongshan?
A deserted village cries in the wind and rain, and a kettle shames an old wife.
Try to write a new bamboo to sell. The price of bamboo shoots in the city is as low as mud.
Calligraphy, painting, poetry and prose are always useless, and occasional livelihood is also included.
Ken thought he had less money, but one day Mr Ji Ye became poor.
Whiteboard door red fence, wife and children beside geese and ducks.
Natural interests are hard to describe, and you won't feel hungry without smoking for three days.
Tang Bohu said this sentence in Fu for those who are poor. Ha.
Comparison and Recommendation of Li Bai's Watching Flying Dragons Kill Longzan
See the picture when you fly to chop up jiaozi.
Boarding is both a tiger roar and a dragon battle.
The waves beat on the shore, and the sword flashed.
Scales destroy white blades, and blood stains Cangjiang.
I feel that the ancients are strong and the Millennium is against.
There is also a song by Bai Juyi, which is also recommended: old photo map.
I used to be thirty-six, writing with painters.
I am forty-six, haggard in Jiangcheng.
More than ten years old, I have suffered with others.
The picture remains the same, without the shape of the past.
Just like brothers to brothers, we silently care about each other.
Others can see, can you not know?
Xi He keeps driving every day and doesn't stop for me.
The skeleton belongs to the sun and the moon, and it is not surprising that it is old.
I hate Lingyange. I can't draw fame.