Follow the footsteps of a word
Burn incense, grind ink, and use a sandalwood ruler to set your mind
Moisten a stroke of Jiangnan mist and rain
Yan The brush strokes of thistle's feet pass through
Xuanzhou through the Ming and Qing Dynasties through the Great Yuan seal
on the pictures of ladies with hairpins in the Tang and Song Dynasties
From In Li Bai's Peach Blossom Pond
Continue a stroke of clear ink to
Liu Yan's character makes Dongpo's
river surge in the storm
Leave a white space outside the city of Mongolia
Wait for the day when you can graze cattle, herd horses, draw bows and shoot eagles
If you don’t renew a little bit of ink, the ink will not continue
Bend the silk with a dry pen The road twists and turns
The Ancient Tea Horse Road runs in the jungle of Xishuangbanna
Stop
Use the breath to warm the suet end and the aged carmine
Put the elegance of the Diao Chan’s red lips in the troubled autumn
Imprint it on the south of Yunnan
And then wash the ink in the water curtain of the Goose Pond where the showers have just stopped
Put aside the pen
Rob the city
Born the city defender with half a bag of broken silver
Putting a volume of poetry in the night of the capital
Looking for you
I should have crossed a bridge and touched two streets
I lost my way and found you again at the entrance of Lingjing Hutong
I smelled you The smell of long hair and the warmth of you stepping on the bluestone
But I never found it
The mandala under the weeping willow at your door
Night It was cold and I got a little chill
The steps of the watchman became increasingly distant and the candlelight dimmed
I could only shrug my shoulders as I was afraid that I would not know the way during the day.
Carry the whole city on your back
It is difficult to recover
Lu Ji is too scheming
The eighty-four words have kept the world guessing for 1,700 years
p>Yin Hao of the Tang Dynasty could not guess that King Pu of the Song Dynasty could not guess Huizong
He could not guess either, so he only carved his confusion into the thin gold body of Chongning Tongbao
Dong Qichang of the Ming Dynasty trembled slightly The continuation of the postscript really has the flavor of Zhang Cao
The seventy-one seals were all just for a visit
Liang Qingbiao of Qingzhen Dingfu lost to Anqi’s Jiufang
Had to fall into second place
Zhang Congbi didn’t know how many mountains and millions of gold were spent in exchange for a piece of praise
Where can I find Gao Jie when the snow has turned into pine trees?
The sound of the pipa has died down, and the past is not as good as the smoke
Note: "Pingfu Tie" is written in Luji cursive script in the Western Jin Dynasty. It is the longest surviving paper in the transition from official to cursive and from Zhang to modern cursive. The calligraphy and ink writing can be said to be the best in the world. This post was collected by 71 seals in the past dynasties, and then entered the Qing Palace. Zhang Boju purchased it with ten thousand gold and donated it to New China for free. However, the Cultural Revolution was persecuted. "When" was written for Zhang, who eventually became homeless and died of illness, which was really difficult to recover from.
Zanthoxylum bungeanum
Zanthoxylum bungeanum has a strong name, is warm, pungent, numb and poisonous
Like a Diao Chan hanging on a branch
It matures into a Grind the beautiful painted skin into the medicine and decoct it and swallow it
It enters the spleen, lung and kidney meridian. It has the effect of anesthesia and loss of memory
Forgetting pain and sadness
Severe cases of terminal illness need to be taken. Zanthoxylum bungeanum, Angelica dahuricae, Peilan cinnamon
Made into sachets to replace the heart
Copying dusk
The fine leaves on the locust tree overhead made the sky ripple gently.
A red kite in the distance shakes its body sometimes like a swaying koi
A few gray clouds in the distance are blurred like splashing ink
The afterglow of the sun in the distance is slowly fading
Blink your eyes to take the most complete picture
Take it back and copy it carefully
Yu Ji’s dance steps
Come and put on the mask of golden pheasant feathers and let me dance for you
Dance
The round fan half covers the charming amber stream
< p>The embroidered shoes under the plain gauze are filled with hibiscus step by stepCondensation on the ground
The green glow of dawn reflects on the window lattice and the remaining candles sway the carved pillars
For a moment The horse neighs in sorrow and the flags and flags whistle
The painted corners sob
Si Chu's songs sharpen the morning light
I know that there is no room for dancing on the horse's back The loneliness of two people
The dagger in the sleeve cut off the whitest petal of the epiphyllum in the morning mist
It fell into a falling arc
Two drops of hot water Tears collided in the wind and formed the shape of a heart
From the heart, a fiery water lily bloomed on the plain gauze
The stamens shone with golden light
Yu Ji couldn't take the dance steps and only took Xiang Yu
The way to break through the encirclement
Emerald in the stubborn stone
I don't know Bian and I are not the Jing of Chu
The fifteen cities of Heshibi on the mountain are just a conspiracy
I am not the protagonist of the conspiracy
I don’t know Cixi either. I am not a wanderer in the Old Summer Palace< /p>
The emerald watermelon played by Lao Buddha in the Seal of Taihe
The whereabouts are even more of a mystery and I am not the answer
I don’t even know if Cao Zhan became his third life stone
p>
How many times have you dreamed of the Red Mansion with the Psychic Jewel
I don’t understand the meaning, I am just a stubborn stone in the small town of Ruili
Do you dare to bet on me?
Round Table War
The usual layout of military strategists is the formation of plum blossom piles
Every cup is a universe running
The undercurrent of Qingxi River Filled with intrigues
The warring parties revealed their first signs of war
Local wars ushered in the era of cold weapons
Amidst the clang of iron horses entering the glacier< /p>
Hit the bloody arrows
Thirty-six strategies to get the best, that is not my true nature, beauty trap
An extravagant wish that I want but cannot achieve. I am courageous and reckless
I will not refuse to wait until the enemy runs out of ammunition and food and throws away his helmet and armor
I cross my sword and cross my horse and look up to the sky and scream
< p>I won’t offend others if they don’t offend meLeave the world alone
Four Zen poems
Enter the temple
Light rain moistens me
Zen sound
I picked it up from under the tree
The whiteness of a magnolia petal
Browse your head and taste it
Above
The sweet dew
Following the direction of the Zen sound
I
walked in
< p>Playing chessThe wind carved the pond full of green
The pink, white and pink Mahavira Hall
Each one has a Buddha meditating in seclusion
Dharma and chanting sutras
Before the wind and water fade away
Place the chess pieces on the Buddhist altar early
Invite a Buddha
Pull a bunch of lotus leaves as a seat to support the Buddhist altar
Play chess
For him, the fish sinks and the leaves fall for him
The birds are gone and the snow is flying
The salvation of the red carp
The ancient temple in the morning
The edge of the release pond with thousands of feet of red fall
The little monk Sweeping fallen leaves under the tree
The breeze makes the fallen leaves fly
A red carp jumps out of the water
It has a white lotus pattern printed on its body
p>
The young monk hurriedly picked it up with his cassock
He carried it and went to report it
The old monk was meditating and took the red carp
His hands turned red The carp disappeared
I turned a page in the sutra
Still speechless
Continued to chant the sutra