Jin Nong (Qing)
The inkstone is half dry ice ink, and the plum painting must be cold at night.
Trees are not ugly or fragrant, and people who don't like flowers don't look at them.
East neighbors are all orchestras, and Xifu finally shouts to horses and chariots.
Only the old people take a nap, and the plum blossoms don't open the door.
The older Lao Mei gets, the more energetic she is. If there is someone in Shuidian Mountain Building.
Very cold and full, I know Mingyue is my predecessor.
One branch and two branches are oblique, and the water under the forest is fragrant and luxurious.
I ride a donkey, too, Master Meng. I'm willing to snow for plum blossoms.