Year: Song Author:
Bak Yan Temple is empty, and the fox growls at Jin Palace.
Wang, who is likable but easy to escape, is more tolerant of Xie Wan.
Wang Xizhi
Year: Song Author: Xu Jun
The characters are pushed away by the romantic world, and every discussion is very strange.
It is difficult to find a younger brother, so please replace him for the rest of this year.
Dan Qing presented it to General Cao Ba.
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
In calligraphy, your first master, Mrs. Wei, just didn't surpass it.
Indulge in painting, you know that the age of youth is coming. In fact, wealth and status are floating away like clouds to me.
Wang Shuming's "Rock House"
Year: Yuan Author: Nizan
Linchi Wang Xueshu right army, Cheng Huai road Zongshaowen.
A prince can carry a tripod with his pen. There has been no such monarch for 500 years.
Dr. Titian Xia's Portrait of Wang Jinxi's Right Army.
Year: Ming Author: Liu Bing
Hu Xiaochao, outside the East Gate, flies to Luoyang Road in Wan Li.
Ganlong Dongdu Fuxing Jin, and the horse was rebuilt in the south.
Shicheng is the capital of the past, and ordinary things can't be sloppy.
The clothes are simple and proud, the rites and music are abolished, and the court is generous.
Older age is the best in his life, and his family lived in Taige in his early years.
Literature and history are new, besides canon, the right army has a heavy responsibility.
Good calligraphy works wonders, and Cai Weizhong got it early.
During the day, Yan sleeps with Sen, and during the day, geese play with Mo Chi.
Send it to poultry and plums, and wrap it in Huang Ting.
In the spring breeze, the mountains in March are hidden and the people are reflecting bamboo.
When the wind is high, it takes a hundred years to cultivate people. Genus.
Wandering in Sven's ancient and modern times, the descendant Chen Cong bought it again.
The small print Zhaoling passes on the jade pillow, and a few lines are worth a thousand dollars.
Suddenly, I saw my eyes lost in painting, and I was amazed at the richness of mining.
Feather fans are sparse and sunny, and black gauze is like autumn dust.
Prosperity is like a dream, and the mountains and rivers fade in the afternoon.
Only last month on the Phoenix stage, the spring breeze was still playing the purple flute.