2. Write a few lines about Qin, Qi and calligraphy. "Qin, Qi, calligraphy, painting, poetry, hope, and annual films are all inseparable from it.
It's all here now, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea. "[Qin] was beaten by Qin for a while, and no one knew about it.
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.
The folding of the eyebrows caressed Ya Qin to the moon, and the five strokes were profound. Looking back, it is difficult to pack your bags, and six beats of sadness come and go.
I did eight beats to relieve my worries, but I didn't know my heart was turning to worry. Looking up at the clouds and smoke, nine beats are nostalgic. Who is it? A lifetime of hard work and parting, ten times of sadness and tears into blood.
There is a beat in ten miles, and because of this, sorrow and joy are lingering. Nine times out of ten, it is difficult to live in two emotions.
Fifteen beats, a holiday, a promotion, and a full chest. Who knows music? Sixteen beats, endless thoughts, my son and I stand on our side. I don't forget my worry about daylily, I don't care whether I play the piano or not! 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. I enjoyed these two things very much when I studied in Wuxi for seven years.
361 chess pieces, this is a dry strategy to hide its miraculous effect. Take it, except Kun, which is exactly the same as the number of chess.
[Book] Mo Jun's good book can be another book. He claims that there is nothing in the world. The cursive script is different in size, so is the spirit of stippling.
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. 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. 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. [Painting] Castle Peak is white-haired, old and stubborn, and writes about the hardships of life.
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. 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.
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.
3. What poems describe "Chyi Chin's painting and calligraphy"? 1, "Qin Shi"
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
If the piano is hair, why don't you put it in the box?
If the piano sounds from your hands, why can't you hear the sound?
Translation:
If the piano sounds, why not put them in the box?
If the piano comes from your hand, why can't you hear the sound in your hand?
2. Qin Song
Tang Dynasty: Li Qi
Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the bright moon, black crows are flying, frost is hanging on thousands of trees, and the wind is blowing through our clothes.
But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.
Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin.
Qing Huai sent an envoy a thousand miles away, so he said goodbye and went on his way again, down the hill.
Translation:
Tonight, the host gathered for everyone to set wine, and the pianist plucked the strings to add color to the feast.
The bright moon shines on the crows in Chengtou, and the cold wind blows clothes in first frost.
The fire warms the candle to add luster, and the artist plays "Laishui" first, and then "Chufei".
When his piano rang, everything was silent, and the four seats listened with bated breath.
I was ordered to leave my hometown for Guanqinghuai to tell everyone that I am retiring from Yunshan.
Step 3 watch chess
Tang dynasty: Li
Two gentlemen in the bamboo forest meditate every day. Relatively speechless, each has his own worries.
Rely on the strong and lose, keep the hole solid and not invade. If you count opportunities, the sea is not deep.
Translation:
There are two gentlemen sitting in the bamboo forest. They are thinking and whispering all day. Without written confrontation, everyone must first have his own thoughts.
Relying on strong chess, there is no fault, and the defense is stable and there is no invasion. If the time is counted, the planned place is not as deep as Cangzhou Sea.
4. "Reading"
Ming Dynasty: Yu Qian
My feelings for books are like friends for many years, and there will always be sadness or joy in the morning and evening.
In front of countless words, there is no worldly thought in my heart.
Fresh ideas emerge one after another, like the wind in the east wind, flowers are new.
Roaming the golden saddle, the dignitaries are still lamenting that it is hard to find a product, and they don't believe that there is no spring scenery in this study.
Translation:
My feelings for books are like friends for many years. Sooner or later, I am always accompanied by sadness or happiness.
After browsing countless words in front of me, there is no earthly worldly distractions in my heart.
Fresh ideas emerge one after another, just like flowers and willows in the east wind.
After walking through the golden saddle, the dignitaries are still lamenting that the trace is hard to find. I can't believe that there is no spring scenery in this study.
5. "Painting"
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
From a distance, the mountains are high and the clouds are light, and the colors are bright. When you look closer, you can only hear the sound of water, but there is no sound.
Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and flowers. People go nearby, but the birds are still not disturbed.
Translation:
The mountains in the distance are brightly colored, but there is no sound when you approach the water.
Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and plants, people are approaching, but birds are still not disturbed.
4. Poetry, calligraphy and painting, Qin listening to Shu Monk Jun playing the piano, Li Bai
The sea embraces the land-melodious songs come from the distant Emei Mountain.
When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.
The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
Qin Ge Richie
Our host, who provided rich wine to make the night mellow, invited his Yangzhou guests to play the pipa for us.
Facing the moon with whitewashed walls, black crows are flying, the frost is so sad, and the wind enters the clothes.
But a bronze stove added its light to the flower candles, the pipa played green water, and then the Queen Chu.
Once it started playing, there was no other sound: a spell was cast at the party and the stars became thin.
It's only three hundred miles from here. In Huaishang, official business is waiting for him, so I said goodbye and went back to the road, under the Yinshan Mountain.
Playing the piano, Liu Changqing
The lyre plays a cool tune and listens carefully, like a tumbling pine tree.
Although I like this ancient song very much, most people don't play it today.
chess
Huang Tingjian presented two chess pieces.
I don't have any official business, but I have a bottle of three hundred dead chess.
Sitting in seclusion, I don't know the joy of the rock, Tan Shengli, the layman's words.
Books and books accumulate dust, and cars and horses flock to the door.
If you overcome arrogance and doubt, you will fail. Sure enough, you will eventually defeat the enemy soldiers.
About Sima Guang
Mei Huang Shi, every family was flooded by rain, and the pond was covered with green grass and frogs.
It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
Views of Cai Tongshu on Mei's Painting and Calligraphy in Song Dynasty
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.
Shi Cang Shu zui mo Tang su zhe
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.
[Picture] The poor man told Tang Bohu that if he was unconscious during the Ten Dynasties, his wife and eight children would starve.
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.
Watch Feilong kill Li Bai.
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.
Bai Juyi's Old Pictures
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.