Seven regular poems of Qin, Qi, calligraphy and painting

Luchibaya

(Qin, chess, paintings, books, poems, wine, tea)

Wen \ Ni Chun

Qin (Ren Chenyun)

Three feet and seven strings to find a confidant, civil and military exploration of ancient and modern.

The angle of palace merchants is getting deeper and deeper, and the ancient spectrum is still talking about people's hearts.

Eight elegant homes are the first, guests are full, and scholars are close.

There is no childhood in high mountains and flowing water, and everyone listens to the piano.

Lv Qi Qiqi (Huailaiyun)

Vegetarian tea leaves the pavilion and the chessboard is black and white.

Don't worry about the world, keep a bamboo in your chest and plan ahead.

The counselor was not surprised that the breeze left the coffee table.

Fame and fortune settle in, and meditation bodhi settle in.

Shu (Gusuyun)

Dan Qing put pen to paper, and ink was flying between the lines.

Wash the inkstone and brush the thin rice paper, and draw the silver hook iron as the prelude.

In Qin and Han Dynasties, Zhuan Li Song Ruzhu was a cursive fanatic.

Shut the door and ignore what's going on outside the window. This book has its own golden room.

Seven Methods and Painting (Pronunciation)

Dani splashed ink at sunset, thousands of miles away.

Songguxi is green in the mountains and full of snowflakes in winter.

Spring goes and spring comes, flowers are among birds, and there are rich people's feasts in spring and autumn.

Don't disturb the fairy in the painting, the tower will last forever.

Seven Rhymes and Poetry (from Seeking Rhyme)

People have written hundreds of poems, and all the worries in the Jianghu have been written out.

There are poems in the world, but there are no poems.

Drunk in the Spring and Autumn Period, Su Xin's poems are in the Bird House.

Drink 300 cups, regardless of the gain or loss of a pot of wine.

Qilv Liquor (Jiangyangyun)

Sorghum is full of amber light, and drunken butterflies wear nave.

Half-life piano, chess, calligraphy, painting and poetry, drinking solitary candles and saying it's bleak.

If you forget, the moon will be full of sorrow and frost.

If God gives me three glasses of wine, I will tell God my heart.