Zheng Xiaoxu (1860-1938), a political figure and calligrapher in modern China.
The cherry blossoms are blooming
The fairy clouds fell into Tingke last night and turned into thousands of jade goddesses. The sun shines brightly across the country, and the wind dances against the devil.
Who can see melancholy when spring comes? How can I feel sorry for you when I am drunk? Sitting opposite the famous flowers, they should smile at me. The customs of a poor country are like those of Dongpo.
The charming smile charms the east wall, and the charming charm finally defeats Begonia. The color is not slender, but the wind is fragrant.
The garden blooms with pictures every day, and the silk pipes take advantage of the bright sunshine with affection. Weirdly, he has been drunk recently, and he is hardly going crazy as a young man.
The tenderness of the veins presses the soft dust, and the leisurely sorrow gradually becomes new. The cold food of the Qingming Festival is amazing at the beginning, but the plums and peaches are not the spring.
When you are drunk and sleepy, your whole body is covered with makeup. In the west of the pavilion, Ji recalled the current events of the year and mistakenly recognized a peerless person from Donghua.
See the branches blooming everywhere, the time is flowing, the sea is just in March, and the east wind is drunk again.
The flowers are blooming and the clouds collect the dusk rain, and the sound of the waves urges the day and sends light thunder. The Taoist stared blankly, no longer as talented as before.