Provincial Examination of Xiangling Drums and Syr
Qian Qi
He is good at playing drums, clouds and harps, and often hears the spirit of the emperor's son.
Feng Yikong dances by himself, and Chu Ke cannot listen.
The bitter tone of the gold and stone, the voiceless sound enters the darkness.
Cangwu comes to complain and admire, and the white peony moves to bring fragrance.
The flowing water flows through Xiangpu, and the sad wind passes through Dongting.
No one can be seen at the end of the song, and there are several green peaks on the river.
Bodhisattva Man Yan Jidao
As soon as the mourning zither played the tune of Xiangjiang River,
the sound filled the green of Xiangbo.
The slender fingers of the thirteen strings,
the secret of hatred.
When the autumn water is slow during the feast,
The jade pillars are tilted and the geese are flying.
When the heart is broken,
The spring mountain eyebrows are low.
Pipa Xing
Bai Juyi
Qin Song
Author: Li Qi
Category: Seven-Character Ancient Poetry
p>The master has wine to enjoy this evening, please play the harp Guangling guest.
The moon shines on the top of the city, half of the crows are flying, and the frost and wind are blowing into the clothes.
The candles in the copper furnace increase the brightness, and the concubine Chu after playing the Lu River for the first time.
As soon as the sound was heard, all the animals fell silent, and the four silent stars seemed to be scattered.
Qinghuai sent envoys for more than a thousand miles, and dared to tell Yunshan from now on.
In terms of painting
Mo Mei? Wang Mian (Yuan Dynasty)
The tree at the head of the pond where I wash inkstones,
every flower blooms Light ink marks.
Don’t let others praise you for your good color.
Just leave the pure air to fill the universe.
If you want to write a painting, first hold the end of the precious mirror.
My face is so frightened that I gradually feel that my temples are withered.
It is easy to describe tearful eyes, but difficult to describe sadness.
I hope you will forget it and look at the pictures later
----Xue Yuan, "Photos Sending to Foreigners"
"Evening View of the Spring River in Huichong"
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Su Shi
Three or two branches of peach blossoms outside the bamboo,
A duck prophet of the warmth of spring river water.
The ground is full of wormwood and reed buds are short,
It is the time when the pufferfish is about to come.
Lin Liang painted the song of a two-horned eagle
Li Mengyang (Ming Dynasty)
For more than a hundred years, he has been painting birds, followed by Lu Ji and Qian Zhao.
The second son seems to have no intention of working, sucking the pen and picking up every hair on the canthus.
Lin Liang only uses ink to write about birds, and half of the wind and clouds are dark.
Both waterfowl and land birds are so exquisite that the whole hall is moved by them.
The empty mountains, ancient forests and raging waves of the river, two eagles protrude high from the frost cliffs.
The bones are brushed and the feathers are moving, and autumn is born in June on the four walls.
An eagle looks down without moving its eyes, knowing that there is nothing wrong with its eyes.
An eagle turned around and wanted to descend again, and gradually felt the wind blowing in its wings.
Although Pixiao is bleak, his murderous intent cannot be extinguished.
The horns are thick, the claws are strong, the fists are iron, and the beard is like a beard that is about to split.
The new wind blows the sand and the autumn grass turns yellow, and you are able to ride on your horse!
The demonic birds in the grass were all killed, and the clear sky was sprinkled with blood.
I heard that Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty was also good at this eagle.
Later he lost the emperor and starved to death in the Five Kingdoms City.
I know that the craftsmanship of painting and calligraphy seems to be in vain.
It is also the end of school hunting and galloping, and there are ancient scriptures for making birds outside.
Now the king respectfully stops the banquet and lectures on the Imperial Palace of Wenhua.
The South China Sea and the West Lake are deserted, and all the hunters, Yu and Chang are poor and humble.
Lv Ji’s white head and golden head were beside the stove. At dusk, he returned home with no money for wine.
Significant wisdom is always worthless. How dare you show your lustful skills before the king?
Good, good, it would be better for you to paint without making money, than for future generations to be good at painting and good at painting.
Other aspects, tea art, chess skills, etc.
The sound of chess
Author: Huang Geng
Where is the immortal who loves to talk with his hands. I heard people peeling and pecking bamboos in the forest.
A piece of jade knocks the clouds to pieces, and I have been frightened by the noon window for many times.
When you are slow, you should know that your heart has a long way to go, but when you are in a hurry, don’t let your ears go.
The Lanke people went to pick up the pieces. The stone in the pavilion is cold.
Jijiang Sencha
Era: Northern Song Dynasty
Author: Su Shi
Work: Jijiang Sencha
Living Water It must be boiled over a live fire, and the fish must be drawn from the fishing stone. [1]
The big ladle stores the moon and returns to the spring urn, and the small ladle is divided into the river and into the night vase.
The snow milk has been fried for the feet, and the pine wind suddenly makes the sound of diarrhea. [2]
Withered intestines are not easy to ban three bowls, sit and listen to the length of the deserted city.
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