Yushu sings old, and the wicker in the Southern Dynasties Palace is new;
Axe king is used to indulgence. Do not love mountains and rivers, love beauty.
Huang Jingren's mixed feelings
The immortal Buddha didn't make it, only knowing that the night was uneven.
The wind shed is full of sad songs, and the mud is stained with poverty and happiness.
Nine out of ten people are contemptible, but none of them is a scholar.
Don't worry about poetry. Spring birds and autumn insects make their own voices.
Gong Zizhen's Night Work
Thinking about the north and southeast, one can only be sea and air.
When I was strong, I began to devote myself to the history of the Zhou Dynasty, but I didn't want to fall into the virtuous wind.
Only when you work hard and worship the general as an immortal will you feel deeply moved.
In case the Zen pass is broken, the beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow.
Huang Tingjian's Zhi Zhu Ci
One hundred and eight clouds are lingering, and the setting sun is forty-eight
Mo Yan is far from the gate of hell, and every family is a brother.