Works in lowercase, 22*32cm, printed batik stationery. Zhou Bangyan Sauvignon Blanc is slow.
The night is clear. The sky is like water and the wind is slightly cold. Even in the quiet period, I will be very happy after sitting for a long time, and I will be surprised when I want to sigh. Wake up drunk. Carve and trim bamboo, count fireflies. Speak softly. Do your best and listen. From the first time I saw Yilai, I cherished the enchanting beauty and gentleness. Taoxi is in the world, and it is volley. If you have a wish, you must realize it. Wandering gossamer, frivolous pestering each other. However, the chain is puzzled and the deep alliance is unbearable.
Works in lowercase, 22*32cm, printed batik stationery. Zhou Bangyan's Niannujiao
When I woke up drunk, I heard a bird singing and the quiet room was silent. At the dawn, there are all beautiful sunny days in front of us. The most precious thing is fragrant plum, and cold ling steals flowers to drain spring news. The pond is full of grass, which is also beautiful and inspiring. Miss the old days, Fang Fei, in the Peach Blossom Gate, just like meeting for the first time. Time flies, because I am used to it, I am looking for rain clouds. Nai has been demolished, Yao Tai is under the moon, looking back and thinking hard. Worry and hate, everything is in the chest.
Works in lowercase, 22*32cm, printed batik stationery. Zhou Bangyan's "Night Flying Magpie, Bieqing"
What a wonderful night it is to give away the river bridge. The slanting moon is far away from the afterglow. The tears in the copper plate have run out, and the clothes are stained with cold dew. Xiang will leave the meeting, sound the wind and beat the drums, and raise flags in front of the tree. Huaqi knows that it is too late to raise the whip. All the way back to Julia, people's words gradually become unknown, empty and sad. What does it mean to travel through the past, but I can't see it. I'm confused. Rabbits, sunflowers and oats, facing the sunset, shadows are with people. But Pei returned to the grass class, sipping wine and looking to the west.
Works in lowercase, 22*32cm, printed batik stationery. Ye Mengde's "Water Tune Songs, Send to the Eighth and Ninth Dynasties"
Rivers and seas are thousands of miles away, floating and sighing. Wait for a horse to pass by, but it is natural to take advantage. Ten years of sorrow and joy are like a dream, and the past is like smoke. This meeting is really difficult. I'm drunk. Stay. If the wine is half-baked, whoever does it lightly will leave the string. Tomorrow I will go back to the mountains and rivers before my song goes. There is a dangerous threshold in the high city, and the night banquet is ethereal when singing, and the reverberation falls in front of the statue. After the drizzle and the yellow flowers, the geese flew away.