The first tree in my family, Xiyan Lake, is full of flowers and light ink marks.
On June 27th, Su Shi was drunk in Wanghulou.
Clouds poured out and poured down like ink, but a mountain range was exposed on the horizon, bright and fresh, and the splashing water was like white pearl gravel, splashing on the boat. Suddenly, the wind rolled up and dispersed the clouds in the sky. The lake was blue as a mirror, beautiful and gentle.
Nangezi
Qin Guan
Draw curved eyebrows with scented ink and apply rouge evenly to your face.
Dressed in a blue and apricot dress, Du Yi Gan Lan wears lipstick in Gan Lan.
The lover went away like running water, and she closed the door and looked forward to her.
A lover is like an erratic cloud. How to find his trace?
Another new moon shines at dusk.
Mo Mei? Wang Mian (yuan)
My Xiyan Lake Head Tree,
Flowers bloom and fade with ink marks,
Don't boast that the color is beautiful,
Just keep it fresh and full of Kun.
Gong zizhen, miscellaneous poems
Frost throw it, lean on the cold, and let it drip lightly.
How dare you pretend to be a doctor? The prescription only sells Gudan.
Tang Zhiyu plays Hong Zikai.
The door is silent and locked, and the ink is dripping.
Sing till dawn and soak crape myrtle for a month.
Untitled Lu Xun
Wanjiamo noodles have no wormwood food, and there are songs.
Trouble is vast and even spacious, listening to thunder in a quiet place.