Poems about Chyi Chin. Ancient Poems on Chyi Chin's Painting and Calligraphy
"Piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, poetry and hops are all inseparable from it.
It's all here now, rice, oil, salt, sauce and vinegar tea. "Ha ha [qin] I didn't do anything at the beginning of my life. 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 south of the wild goose wants to make a sound, and the north of the wild goose 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. He gave me a phone call that was almost imperial and asked my daughter to redeem my concubine. I am very happy to be alive and to meet the holy king, so I will not 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 Stacks in 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. In the Song Dynasty, Wei Liaoweng's [Book] and Mo Jun's "Good Book" can be said to be a unique book, and he declared that there was 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 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, 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 fields.
2. Poetry about Qin, Qi, Calligraphy and Painting
"Qin Shi" (Su Shi in Song Dynasty) said that there was a sound on the piano. Why was there no sound in the box? If the piano sounds from your hands, why can't you hear the sound?
"Chanting chess" (Liu Yong in Qing Dynasty) is crossing the river in full swing, and the situation in Fiona Fang is overcast. Once gone, there is nothing but pawns and no hidden generals. It's hard to resist the rush of cars, but shooting is more interesting. Scholars are also handsome but not sweaty, and they are also loyal to them.
Prairie Song (Dong Qichang, Ming Dynasty) is the most difficult, with dragons and snakes fighting for pens. Although I want to defend myself, my body needs to be finished.
There are no maple trees in Liu Shaofu's new painting Song of Landscape Obstacles in Fengxian (Du Fu in Tang Dynasty), and there are smoke in the mountains and rivers, which is strange. Wen Jun swept away the map of Chixian County to draw Cangzhou. There are countless painters, and good players are hard to meet. Melt your mind. It is important to know the monarch. Yue He's handwriting is far more than Yang Qidan's. It's either a hanging garden crack or a xiaoxiang turn
3. Qin, chess, calligraphy, painting and ancient poetry are short.
An ancient poem about Qin, Zhuliguan and Wang Wei. I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the pipa and humming a song.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. Ancient poems about chess: 1. It was dark in the forest and nothing happened. The general tried to shoot at night. The next morning, he found his white arrow pointing deeply at the hard rock. Du Xiangfu's book-reading, where the famous temple is located, is in the depths of a pine forest near the Silk City. Spring grass is dyed, fallen leaves are empty and orioles are singing. He is diligent in hearing the world's plans, and the two dynasties helped the old ministers before they died, which made the hero cry. 3. King Slobin-"Xiao Shui Farewell" is a farewell to yan dan. At night, when the strong men arrived at the crown, people were gone. Today, the water is still cold, and the car is Wang Wei-"Let it go to the fortress" bike. I want to ask about the situation on the side. The country has passed the national extension, and the geese have gone to the lake field desert to smoke alone. The long river to ride is protected by Yan Ranwu and Ma Du Fu-"Cao Huma in Fang Bing": Huma is famous, with thin peaks and ridges like bamboo, steep ears and strong wind. Wan is bullying. 6. Gun smoke locks the pond willow and gun town tower. 7. There are embers in the fire of Untitled River. Only a few poor villages have no one to cross, and it is not difficult to write ancient poems about books in the cold sand under the waning moon. When you use books, you hate reading less. I feel that Zhu (Song) has opened a square pond of half an acre, and the sky is high and the clouds are light. Where is the canal?
Others have swords, and I have a pen like a knife. This is the night when people study. Teenagers only know how to play, but don't know how to study hard. When they are old, they regret why they didn't know how to study hard when they were young.
Mechanics, such as ploughing, can be supplemented by diligence. But if there are many kinds of books, there will be times when reading is in a hurry and swimming is interesting.
You might as well let nature take its course unconsciously, but you have to think about it urgently. Not many people suffer from reading, just as the meaning is unclear.
Bai Juyi's ancient poem "A Picture of an Old Painting" is thirty-six years old, and his face is in Danqing. 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.
4. What poems describe "Chyi Chin's painting and calligraphy"?
1, "Qin Poetry" Song Dynasty: If Su Shi said there was a piano sound, why didn't he put it in the box? If the piano sounds from your hands, why can't you hear the sound? If the sound of the piano comes from the piano, why not put it in the box and keep it quiet? 636f707962616964757a68696416f31333366303835 If the piano is coming from your hand, why can't you hear the sound in your hand? Qin Ge in Tang Dynasty: Our host Li Jie provided a lot of wine to make the night mellow, and 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. Qinghuai sent an envoy a thousand miles away, so he said goodbye and went on his way again, down the hill.
The host mixed the wine, and everyone got together tonight, and the pianist plucked the strings, adding a lot of 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. 3. Watching chess in Tang Dynasty: Two gentlemen in Li Zhulin 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. 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 Qianshu is as affectionate as an old man, sad and happy every morning.
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. My feelings for books are like friends for many years. No matter in the morning or evening, sadness or happiness is always with me.
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 Weiyuan looked at the mountains and listened to the sound of water.
Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and flowers. People go nearby, but the birds are still not disturbed. The mountains in the distance are brightly colored, but there is no sound when you listen to the sound of water nearby.
Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and plants competing for beauty, people are approaching, but birds are still not disturbed.
5. Poems describing piano, chess, calligraphy and painting
Qin heard Li Jue, a monk from Shu, play the piano.
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.
Xuanxian's second son died, and lacquer box A and B took over 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 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, an old photo
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.