Original text: Dragon (() a curtain of wind and rain Wang Wei's painting, four walls of Yunshan Du Fu's poems, one room of books, two lines of dialogue, a bald pen, a long heart, half a volume of strange book dreams, a window of books and shadow flowers, one room of books and ink, all elegant, full of books and ink. I came to the new world on three sides, half a study full of vicissitudes of life, a study with three feet to accommodate the world, a bald pen to write the spring and autumn period and three study rooms to collect ancient books, and a book of "New Years". In the spring breeze, a pool of calligraphy pens is lifelike, and thousands of poems and books compete to change color. From Wan Li's pen and Chihiro Waterfall, Du Li is honored for generations. The moonlight in the four seasons is full of ancient and modern scenery, and the poems and books are often seen in the eyes. One day, the spring scenery is from the Jian' an bones of the Ministry of Industry, and the painting of the Mijia House is elegant. After the spring rain, the screen window is quiet, the flowers are fragrant, and the small garden is full of poetry in Cui Mo. A pavilion worships the beautiful scenery of the green vine mountains and rivers, and the pine and bamboo trees are quiet, reading the mountains and rivers and rain pools, and the romantic piano worships the front of Shuizhu Village. Pen spits out a room full of exotic flowers, sages roam freely, gather ancient humanities to watch the moon couch, jade pot listens to five poems of Kuang Ding, and reads Cai Yong's book at eight o'clock (Kuang Ding is Kuang Heng, followed by Cai Wenji's father). Ancient incense is often born in a silent place. I write about the scenery of heaven and earth In ancient history, I judge my friends lightly, and I don't like to compete for elegant poetry and calligraphy. Picturesque, poetic, the language is like autumn water dust, the poetry is like a spring cloud, the posture is like a spring river, the style of writing is like a gorge, the mood is like a bright moon, the article is drunk, I have to turn off the wine, the elegant and pleasant style is not in the mountains, the article is picturesque, the peaches and plums are fragrant and beautiful, and the spring prose can turn into bones, so I can't learn to find it. When you read thousands of books, you can see the merits and demerits at the beginning of the word. Your mind is clear, your poem is full of flavor, your room is elegant, your calligraphy is fragrant in the moonlight, your flowers are moving in the shade, and the willow smoke is floating in the pen holder. When the moon moves, the wind in the book window sends flowers to learn writing and inkstone. The railing on the moon shadow moves, the sleeves are covered by the evening breeze, and reading in the study is often when the moon is full and the moon is cold. Clouds and clouds hang on the moon to cover the bookstore, and the wind sends flowers and inkstones, which makes the Yangtze River Yunyuan happy to cut new manuscripts. The wind curtain is free to proofread old books and protect Pingshan. The flowers and trees in Changchun are in the endless forest of poems and books in front of the window. They can't stand the effort of writing a book. Naive character is clear in jade, and a good article is as simple as finding a wonderful sentence. The eyebrows are divided into eight ways to feel fragrant, and Sandu Zuoshi's calligraphy is as picturesque as a scroll. From the beginning of writing to the unintentional beginning, what I saw was a strange bookstore style and flowers. The gallery is getting warmer and warmer. After reading for three months, Wan Liyun's books are swept away. Pen to life, to make up the taste of books. It should be okay. inkstone fields can be planted. Don't throw away the book until the heart is really delicious. Things have nothing to do with calendars, and words are not moth-eaten. Because of frequent reading, calligraphy is handed down from generation to generation, and calligraphy is close to Huanggu in the Northern Song Dynasty. Writing should be effective, and pen and ink should be poured into mountains and rivers. When Huang Shanyun's book is unread, there is no original dream, and after writing, there is no collection of poems and books. Lights, like red beans, are the most lovesick, and there is endless interest in the world. The favorite bookstore is not old, and Changhong hangs spring rolls. The sound of the water ring studio is thinner in the sky, and the fragrance of the blue book window is more. Gu Mo's half-thickness comments on the inkstone spectrum show that the tea set on the ancient couch at the beginning of the Spring Festival is priceless, and the plain screen is full of sentimental stones. Poetry comes from four-step and one-glory rubbings, and it takes a thousand years to be unbeaten. A piece of red heart is dust-free, half a couch has poems to invite the moon * * *, a spring is busy, half a couch has tea and cigarettes to invite the moon, and a curtain of flowers and rain has read other literary scenes of zhanghua's Mid-Levels painting. The graph theory of a generation of niche students has not hindered the spontaneous romantic nature in ancient and modern times. Why are you afraid of the black and white game of the blue fly? The book collection is full of yellow and white hair, the youth is still in the pen, the incense is full of books as friends, the bamboo shadow is a window in January, and there are thousands of books in it, and the skirt is half stained with smoke. Poetry often stays between heaven and earth, and only the bright moon should come here. There are books * * * and the ancients put their pens, sat in the poor and closed study room, forgot the years, waved a piece of white paper, wrote down clouds and thunder, collected poems and returned to the picture together, titled bamboo couch from romantic to poetic, fragrant flowers and new wine, and read strange books and clouds on the bamboo surface of the old study room. Mei Fengqing smells the ink, covers the bamboo curtain, covers a few zithers and flowers, smells like smoke, carries incense, bamboo dew, pine wind, banana leaves, rain, tea, fragrant melodies, books and paintings should be read like poems, guqin is also made as water sounds, and paintings and paintings are all intended to be fragrant. Yuan Quming, a lyrical Song poet, enjoys spring tea, Yao Caobi, Lanling wine and tulips. Today, there are three spring rains, and wonderful pens often bloom in February. The flowers and trees in the room are fragrant, and osmanthus is fragrant. What I want more is to build a room in the style of bibliophile You Zhu Gomez, painting in Yamen, painting in inkstone pool, dipping books and flowers in bamboo windows, reading under the lamp, reading in the shade and enjoying in the golden jade. Mo Xiang often protects the jade toad flowers and trees, the courtyard is quiet, the piano and calligraphy are elegant, the painting hall is elegant, the poetry and calligraphy are wonderful, and spring is in my heart. Drunk ink dripping wet, flowers laugh. Speaking of strange books, I read crazily until my eyes are like the moon and got an amazing sentence. Grass fans go all the way, and the school is full of books. Regardless of the price, books are as brave as snow, and throwing books awakens poetic dreams. The wind is full of books and flowers and the moon is full of poems. The humble room is spacious. Zhai quiet inside has lived for thousands of years. Matsuzaka's natural and unrestrained heart in the four seasons is vast and his calligraphy talent is amazing. Du Weng's poems are hard-working and thin, and his calligraphy slope is bold and unconstrained, so he is called a warrior. He concentrates on grinding ink like a fool's cup dipped in flower dew to keep a good guest. After Song Tao's case, Yun Shan wrote a poem, and Song Tao painted a poem with a poetic feeling and a bamboo shadow, leaving a rhyme in Zhai's elegant poems. His mood is easy to make a book, and the book is full of ancient flowers and warm smoke. The vocal cords of midnight books are cold and heavy, and the paintings of the Ming and Qing Dynasties are often hung in the ink collection room in guyan. In my heart, I am far away from mountains and rivers, and I have a wonderful book that is poor and rich. I am happy and at ease in my heart. There are thousands of volumes of today's ancient books. The door is open to the Ding Dong water, and the window is bright during the day. Cold Spring Guding has nothing to do but read in making tea, and I don't need to make up my own poems to enjoy with Cynthia at the Free Academy. Calligraphy and painting in the room can make you feel comfortable with books; Shentong painting and calligraphy can make you feel comfortable about Mo Chi; The bamboo outside the window can sway into the bookstore, and even the mountain color piano and books are moist; The window is near the lake, and two books are expensive; A room full of autumn water calligraphy, etymology like a sea pen, like a rafter, like learning thousands of waves; Dare to jump the mountain, Wan Ren peak, wash ink and add three new ones. Tan Shi is well known, and there are poems in his belly, which are rare and precious, and his reading mind is bound by itself. He likes reading the paintings of Chunshan, listening to Gu Mo's lectures and talking about poetry. On the painter's Return to the Moon, his pen and ink are full of elegance, and a poem at the bottom of the pen can shock the world with an open mind. Half an inkstone can fill endless happiness, and the study sits alone and writes old poems. Chi Yan splashed ink to write Huangshan pen, spring is not old, full of green books. At night, the sword floats on the blue wall, and the piano sounds too old. You can wave a five-color pen when you are waiting for the moon to recite poetry. It must be ten years, the window bamboo is painted into strings, and the banana leaves are still green. Touching the plum blossom pen is both fragrant and dark, and my heart often visits the ancient ruins of the ink-mixing cage in the ink room. Hiding the aftertaste of the book in the chest is famous for its numerous expositions. Learn from Fuchun when writing books, but don't talk about the times. It is difficult for ordinary people to know that writing books is used to make amazing words. After drinking wine and tea, I feel refreshed, and the beautiful words are more fragrant, fresh and meaningful. The unpretentious calligraphy is full of calligraphy and grass in the rain, the spring breeze shines on the book case, and the mountain spring sounds into the window of the inkstone pool. The amount of books in my chest and the horizon wall in the distance are full of pride and elegance. When writing a new book, I read strange books and feel complacent. People often say that it is not naive to learn to do things with wonderful words. It has its own great articles. Calligraphy in my later years is full of great spirit. I have thousands of books, simple and elegant. Long song has no words in his new dream of wine and ink. When he was drunk, he brushed his pen, painted the pavilion cold and clear, and covered the book window with snow at night. In the open window, the wind is calm, the flowers are fragrant and fragrant. Deep in the courtyard, I read the lotus flowers, and I safely tried the golden pot of ink. Reading jade words, I want to cherish spring flowers. When I put pen to paper, it was a three-foot sword between the dance wall and the morning light on the same day. In the evening, I rummaged through a cupboard of books and pianos in my room. The curtains rolled up the hills of the castle and I read the windows of Qin Yi. The ancient rhyme is long and interesting. Hanyuan has a strong flavor of peerless books and calligraphy. In his later years, players who play chess and piano read at night, chickens crow in the house and books are in the middle of spring. Reading calligraphy and painting in one room is refreshing, amusing children and grandchildren, and more interesting than poetry. Qin De used to be more fragrant among bamboos than elegant calligraphy, and the banana in the promenade was endowed with the dream of crossing the river. Books should be kept in cages, full of books, magnificent and unrestrained. Everyone has a wonderful book to read and can bring old friends. Yao grass enters the curtain in the spring rain, the fragrant ink pool is exposed in the smoky flowers, the fragrant bamboo floats outside the clouds, and the water heating is misty. The studio is full of spring, and the new Mo Bao pens and flowers gather on a couch. Good aphorisms encourage plantains to invade bookshelves, and tea smells into the fire case of Yanchi Chenpi. The fragrant ink dipped in the roots of the spring vines in the inkstone pool filled the bookshelves. Banana leaves are obliquely divided into thousands of books in the inkstone field to teach children. When you buy ten acres of land, all kinds of pine trees