Huajian School headed by Wen.
Representative works are
Bodhisattva-level people
The mountains overlap, and the clouds want to smell the snow on their cheeks. Too lazy to draw a moth eyebrow, too late to make up and wash. Look in the mirror before and after the flowers, and look at the flowers. The new post is embroidered with lolo, all of which are golden partridges.
Dream of Jiangnan:
After washing, I boarded the river pavilion alone and leaned against the bar to stare at the river. After all, this is not Qian Fan, and there is water everywhere, and I am heartbroken in Baipingzhou.
Wei Zhuang
Female crown ":
Today is April 17, last year, it's time to say goodbye to you. Hold back your tears, pretend to keep your face down and frown shyly.
I've been heartbroken since we broke up last time. Now I can only meet you in my dream. My love, except the moon in the sky, who knows?
Sidi Township:
In spring, apricot blossoms blow all over the head. Who is young and romantic? I'm going to marry my body and rest for life. Don't be ashamed of being mercilessly abandoned!
Elegant school
Liuyong Yu Lin Liu Lingyong
Cold and sad, I was late for the pavilion and the shower stopped at the beginning. The door is empty, I miss it, and the blue boat urges me to send it. I held my hand and looked at me with tearful eyes, but I was speechless. I thought about it, thousands of miles away, the twilight sank into the sky.
Emotional injury and parting have existed since ancient times, and it is even more comparable to the cold autumn festival. Where will you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, Xiao Feng, the waning moon. After the New Year, it should be a good time to exist in name only. Customs are strange. Who are you talking to?
Liu Yong, butterfly lover
It's no problem to lean against a dangerous building. Looking forward to spring sorrow, the sky is dark. In the afterglow of grass and smoke. Who knows why I lean on the tracks silently?
I'm getting drunk. When drinking is a song, strong music is still tasteless. I don't regret widening my belt. It's worth getting tired for my coquetry.
Tidal bore watching
Southeast shape wins, Sanwu city, Qiantang has been prosperous since ancient times. Smoke willow painting bridge, wind curtain and green curtain, interlaced with 100 thousand people. Clouds and trees surround the sand, and the raging waves roll frost and snow, and the natural hazards are endless. The city is full of jewels, and every household in Luo Qi is competing for beauty.
Shen Hu plays Ting Anne, Sanqiu Cassia, and Shili Lotus. Qiang Guan Qing, full night, lotus blossoms. Riding with high teeth, while drunk, listening to drums and enjoying the haze. The map of the future will be good. I will go back to Fengchi to boast.
Li Qingzhao
well
I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering. Always had a good time, but lost to the swimming pool deep in Zhu Feng. Fight for crossing, fight for crossing, and start to surprise.
Gull heron
well
Last night, it rained suddenly and the wind blew, so I slept soundly and didn't consume wine. Ask the shutter man, Haitang is still there. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? It should be green.
Fat, red and thin.
Dianjiangchun
Lonely boudoir, one inch sad and tender. Cherish the spring to go, when to rush the rain.
Leaning against the post is just not in the mood! Where are people? Even it's getting dark, and the way home is broken.
Dianjiangchun
Swing on the swing, too lazy to rub delicate hands. Beside her, the thin Germany hung with crystal dew, and the sweat on her chest permeated with the thin silk robe.
Seeing someone coming, socks shoveled away Jin Chai and left in shame. Looking back at the door, Wen Qingmei.
Huanxisha
Don't make a cup of dark amber, melt it before you get drunk, you should be late.
The brain is fragrant, the dream is broken, the cold golden bun is loose, and the time and space are red to candlelight.
Huanxisha
In the yard, the idle windows are deep in spring, the heavy curtains are not heavy, and the lyre leans against the floor speechless.
In the distant mountains, the dusk is in a hurry, the wind is blowing and the rain is beating, and the shade is light. Pear blossoms are hard to thank.