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.
I met this time because of the merciless nature of heaven. 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 ownership. 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'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 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 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 fields.
2. 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
Two chess pieces were presented to Huang Tingjian.
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, 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.
3. Qinqi calligraphy and painting, poetry, wine and tea, one piano and one confidant, a century-old classic, are famous all over the world.
When the geese fall, they will eulogize the poets, while the fish and firewood demand peace of mind. How many times did you wake up drunk playing melody? Even though there are countless true feelings, who will listen when the children are away? The second game of chess started in silence, with uneven black and white.
Concentrate on searching the capsule, be clever in strategy, and concentrate in the dark. There is no boat at the end of the mountain, and it is another day to turn back.
I'm glad to think twice about my life dream. Three books have no fragrance and no grass, and the inkstone flies into the ink dyeing pool.
The pen goes to the dragon and snake, and the phoenix dances the three rivers. Lushan mountain is hidden in the depths, and peach blossoms are reflected on the walls.
The iron painting silver hook book is eternal, and the spring and autumn elegant things are hidden. Four paintings of clouds, rain, mountains and rivers are packed in plain paper, and the breeze and the waning moon enter the chapter of China.
A dime is full of rhyme, and seven colors melt several degrees. The mountain road is ringing, and the boat draws a snow pavilion.
Who will stay in spring, only the flowers of Danqing will last forever. Five poems are elaborately crafted, with distinct levels, which have written a new chapter, and the soul of the poems is almost crazy.
Chao Fu was sad and angry. At dusk, he laughed and pitied. Spring flowers and autumn rain are all rhyme, and Xiao Yue frost is all connected.
I have forgotten my good words, so I don't know the year in Tang Dynasty. Six wines are light and slightly fragrant, and the fragrance is sent to Xinghua Village.
Don't hold hands with infinite affection, your friends will be crazy when they pour cups. Often accompanied by poets drinking on the moon, but also accompanied by scholars around the poetry.
Tianya Wan Li loves to go home, and my hometown is my favorite. Seven flowers and dead leaves, such as Xinyang, have always been black and fragrant.
Red cheeks are ashamed to peep at the butterfly dance, while lips are light and busy singing bees. Invite the spring scenery to show the garden and catch the breeze.
There is no regret in the dust, and new students look at Xingchang from this. Eight tea withered branches and leaves are waiting for Xinyang, and they have always been fragrant.
The essence of the sun and the moon is hidden at the bottom of the leaves, and the meditation bath is not publicized. Quietly blend the colors of the four seas and mountains, and the fragrance of the Millennium is faint.
The idle wind outside the window changes with the temperature, and the friends in the pot are fragrant. Qinqi, calligraphy, painting, poetry, wine and scented tea are all after 00. A good piano player is easy to understand and calm, a good chess player seeks wisdom, a good book player loves, a good painting player loves, a good poem player loves, a good wine player loves, a good tea player cultivates sentiment, and a good flower player enjoys.
00-00 piano, the wind at the bottom of the string v. ancient and modern. In the world of mortals, it is difficult to find a bosom friend.
00 chess, it's strange to turn your life upside down. Black and white, why talk about high and low.
00 books, intoxicated with the east wind and the bright moon. Chai Men is closed and doesn't care whether the guests come or not.
00 painting, hand loose smoke dyed plain yarn. Yingying wrote that there were two or three cabins.
Among the 100 poems, Yu Shuyun contains beautiful words. It is worth reciting, and it takes a lot of thought to make a good sentence.
00 wine, with the sale of eternal sorrow. When the glass is full, don't let the tears come out.
00, the sepals outside the mail bridge are green. Rise with the wind and strive to reach the ends of the earth.
00 bis 00 piano, long play from the heart. When the voice comes out, where is the bosom friend? 00 chess, hundreds of battles and thousands of times, defeating the enemy.
If you use strategy, you will definitely decide the male and female. 00 books, write down people's past.
Grinding ink, the pen moves like a fish. 00 paintings, a generation of painters have.
Insects, fish, birds, bamboo and chrysanthemums are all cold flowers. 00 poems, bold and feminine.
Everyone expresses his will, and the wind of the Han dynasty is a monument. 00 wine, a glass of soul can be forget the sorrow.
Liu Lang is drunk and has a good reputation. 00, the four seasons often come unexpectedly.
Thousands of beautiful, comparable to Nv Jiao. The legendary swordsman is my heart.
Singing freely, mountains and rivers are bosom friends. 00 chess, black and white, Ricky
Don't hesitate to put down the flowers. 00 books, iron Ma Jinge firm but gentle Shu.
Around the island, pick up jade and shake pearls. 00 paintings, misty clouds and old tree crows.
Smoke curled up from the kitchen stove, and chrysanthemums surrounded the bamboo fence home. 00 poems, charming and affectionate when drunk dancing.
Flying flowers and shadows, laughing apricot branches. 00 tea, green haunts my heart, temporarily forget my troubles.
Fragrant, thousands of miles looking at clear autumn. 00 flowers, it is hard to find the sunset glow.
As a result, I dream of flying all over the world. 00 quater 00 piano, the string rhyme condenses the elegant heart.
Schuller, pan-Italian reward confidant. 00 chess, spare pieces against the enemy.
Horse for gun, shield for soldier. 00 books, splash ink and splash livzon.
The meaning of the environment is meaningful and elegant. 00 painting, pen moving mountains and rivers, dry Kunda.
I will be more beautiful under the wonderful pen. 00 poems, rhyming words.
It is more clever to express your will with spirit. 00 wine, drink a pot of Taibai wine.
Rivers and lakes road, proudly. 00 tea, enjoy Mid-Autumn Festival cake boast.
Idle guests, nonsense, smoke clouds- 00-5-00 piano, half-string rhythm is perceptual and real.
The voice wavered through her daughter's heart. 00 chess, black and white intersect to hide the mystery.
Seek in danger and fight hard at sunset. 00 books, Hanlin Wen Haijin.
The poetry pavilion is full of ancient and modern works. 00 paintings, announcing the charm of floating jinxia.
Questions before class, beautiful and famous. 00 poems, idle singing heart from delusion.
Put pen to paper and take IELTS lightly. 00 wine, green plum boiling cup overflow.
It is always appropriate to enjoy the cool when you are drunk. 00 tea, cloud refers to light purple sand irrigation.
Many families get together, and fragrant tea thanks friends. 00 6 00 Qin, I haven't heard of high mountains and flowing water for a long time.
Boya rhymes and knows each other. 00 chess, actually lost in the game.
Looking back, the crisis was solved off-site. 00 books, close the door and get the light card cabinet.
Bian Wei, studious. 00 paintings, splendid rivers and mountains.
The ink painting room has a variety of customs. 00 poems, writing all the worries get wet.
Nothing to send, two hearts know each other. 00 wine, drink a thousand cups of poetry.
On heroes, cooking wine says Cao Liu. 00, faint until sunset.
A thousand worries will make you drunk. 00 flowers, colorful people tired.
But it's hard to know that Xiaxiang has a heart. 00 and said: 00 Qin, Guangling scattered through the ages.
Martyrs are sad, who sings Jiangshan wind! 00 chess, latitude and longitude Tianyuan wins. Unfortunately, the cosmic flow is difficult to master! 00 books, hundreds of thousands of classics since ancient times.
Only a gentleman can write Fei Xin. 00 painting, writing homesickness is difficult.
I don't know, and go to heaven and earth. 00 poems, the rhythm of writing is always difficult.
Open your mind and your mind will fly first. 00 wine, get drunk, and make a name for yourself.
Count romance, all in wine. 00 tea, delicate taste makes life interesting.
Fill a pot with things and drink a cup of affection. 00 flowers, a thousand poems will eventually hate less.
And stay fragrant, dreams are flying.
4. Ask for four poems and two Sima Xiangru songs about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting (piano).
Feng Feng returned to his hometown and traveled around the world looking for his emperor.
I didn't know what to do when I didn't meet Xi. Why don't I go to Sishang today?
There are beautiful women in the boudoir, and the people in the room are poisoning my intestines.
Why do you want to be a mandarin duck, and it is soaring!
Emperor Xi Xi lives with me. He must be a princess forever.
Who knows in the middle of the night?
My wings fly high and my thoughts make me sad.
During the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty (A.D. 1736- 1795), the scholar Liu Yong wrote a poem about chess:
The river is in full swing, and the situation is Fiona Fang clouds.
Once gone, there is nothing but pawns and no hidden generals.
It's hard to be honest when rushing to the car, but it's more enjoyable when shooting.
Scholars are also handsome but not sweaty, and they are also loyal to them.
(Book) Wang Bo
Give Li fourteen songs.
The wind feast tunes laurel trees and the moon diameter draws rattan cups. Straight into the garden, the study looks at dawn.
draw
There are infinite painters in the world, and you can't draw a sad picture (Don Monk)
If you don't plant the roots of love in the field of love, you would rather be grateful to beautiful people (Lin Shu, Republic of China)
Spring water is bluer than the sky, painting a boat and listening to the rain (Don Wei Zhuang)
Beautiful scenery, heroes come forth in large numbers (stone)
Ask her husband in a low voice after makeup, thrush is not fashionable (Tang Zhuqing Rain)
Painters don't understand the sufferings of fishermen, so they can make a picture of fishing in the cold river (Sun Chengzong)
Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? (Don Du Fu)
Let's take a look at the forest pavilion in the early years. Dan Qing first painted a beautiful picture (Ming Sizong)
Send acacia, not acacia. But draw a circle (Liang Qing burns people)
Painting takes verve as the first priority, and poetry takes temperament as the first priority (Qingyuan beauty)
Han Sheng's painting of horses is really a horse, and his poems are picturesque (stone).
Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and freshen up (Don Wen Ting Yun)
Walking under the window, smiling and supporting each other, loving pottery and thrusting eyebrows is out of date (Song Ouyang Xiu)
5. Who has an ancient poem about piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? "Qinqi calligraphy and painting, poetry hops, those years are 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.
I met this time because of the merciless nature of heaven. 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 ownership. 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'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 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 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 fields.