Niannujiao·Jinggangshan (Mao Zedong)
Towering trees, thousands of miles away, flying up to the strange mountains in the south. When I returned to my old place, I saw more buildings and pavilions. In front of the Wujing Monument, on Huangyangjie, cars are flying like leaps. The country is picturesque, and the clouds and sea were green in ancient times.
In the blink of an eye, the world has changed for thirty-eight years, as if the world has been overturned. I still remember that in the flames of war, my narrow escape was just like yesterday. Unique pride, the bright moon hangs in the sky, and the wind and thunder are majestic. A chicken sings, and all the strange things disappear.
Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia (Su Shi)
The great river goes eastward, and the waves are washed away. A man of the ages. On the west side of the fort, the way of humanity is, Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks and clouds collapsed, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time!
I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time, with a majestic appearance, a feather fan and a turban, and while talking and laughing, the oars and oars disappeared into ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early. The world is like a dream, a bottle returns the moonlight over the river.
Liu Xianggong Zhongshu Jiangshan Painting Barrier (Cen Shen)
The prime minister's command of ink is wonderful, and the world is poor with his brushstrokes. I just realized that the painting pen can take away the power of creation.
Xiaoxiang is between the curtains and in the horizontal seat of the hut. Suddenly I suspected the Phoenix Pond, which was secretly connected to the river and the sea.
The clouds are above the pink and white lake, and the peaks in the sky are blue and green. The moon is always visible day and day, and the solitary sail is like the wind.
The rock flowers do not fly down, and the stream grass does not have spring and winter. Carrying tin incense burners and fishing for Canglang Weng.
How to calm Tianjin's mind, but still miss the traces of dust. The heart of wealth is light, but the prosperity of mountains and forests is strong.
The noisy and quiet atmosphere is quite different, and the situations and things are different. Please, for the sake of the common people, do not chase the red pine tree.
Man Tingfang (Duan Keji)
Come back and come back, singing fishermen's songs and woodcutter songs, looking for sorrow over there. If everything goes smoothly, nothing will happen. The mountains and rivers before my eyes are picturesque, surrounded by pines and cultivated bamboos. If you have it, you will be granted the seal of the Prime Minister, and you must return it here. The basic expenses of life are paid for a hundred years, and there are three houses. But if Juan Shu follows the path, how difficult will it be? The sun and the moon are wearing away my temples, but the Central Plains has not yet reported peace. I sleep with my head covered, the sun sets high and I feel sleepy, and the shadows on the curtain are three poles high.
Poppy (Guan Jian)
Under the begonia flowers in the spring breeze. I have been drunk for thousands of times. Now I am getting older and have more passions. Walking around the fragrant bushes is powerless, but there is no spring. Shuxiang is not far from Chang'an. The opposite jejunum is severed. It is better to take guests through the west building. But the country is picturesque and can relieve worries.
Answer to the landscape painting of Xu Daoning, the Prime Minister of Daoji Temple, Wang Daoji Temple (Huang Tingjian)
When Xu was drunk in Chang'an, he was grinding pine smoke with a big inkstone in Manxi.
Suddenly, the silk is turned into inkstone water, and it has been a long time since I started writing.
At the same time, he stepped on the door and rushed into Baishou, with his turban and crown tilted to ask for wine.
I raised my glass and wanted to turn over the pot, but I was lying down empty of the bottle.
Drunk and withered, the pen and ink are soaked in the waves, and the momentum is like a landslide without stopping.
The mountains and rivers are a few feet away and thousands of miles away, and the scenery in the hall is cold and desolate.
After the mountain monk returned to the temple as a boy, the fisherman wanted to cross the river.
The late emperor smiled and pointed to the house on the stream. The cormorants, egrets and egrets looked like they knew each other.
Xu Sheng could not thank me again, it turns out that the secret of heaven is not the power of writing.
When he was young and bright, he waved eight pieces of brocade silk.
I sent Zhang Jingzhao a gift certificate, knowing that Li Cheng was my teacher.
Zhang Gong fled away from Mingjing and became homeless without knowing who his current owner was.
Reading ink paintings at Daliang Painting Studio, I, the king, Pancao forgot to bow to the guests.
The spider silk and coal tail are faint, and the wind has shaken the walls of other people's houses for several years.
The temple is filled with rain and snow, and the four pictures are left in the cold.
Honestly reward the wealthy man with one hundred thousand yuan, and he will pay all the money in the riding slave market.
When Wang Cheng came to watch, everyone missed his seat and gave his advice as if he had seen the first painting day.
The scenery of the four seasons is included in the sentence picture. I believe that there is a Mojie in your family.
I have held this picture for twenty years, and my eyes are full of green hair.
Xu Sheng withdrew his hands and entered the underworld, while all the historians brushed against the blue sky.
The withered pine trees of Jun's house emerge from Laozhai, and the wind-smoked dead branches lean against the collapsed rocks.
Everything in the world will be cherished, and only if you don’t make false accusations will people recognize you.
Answer to the landscape painting of Xu Daoning, the Prime Minister of Daoji Temple, Wang Daoji Temple (Huang Tingjian)
When Xu was drunk in Chang'an, he was grinding pine smoke with a big inkstone in Manxi.
Suddenly, the silk is turned into inkstone water, and it has been a long time since I started writing.
One day I stepped on the door and shook the doorknob, and my turban and hat were tilted as if I were asking for wine.
I raised my glass and wanted to turn over the pot, but I was lying down empty of the bottle.
Drunk and picking up the withered pen, tasting the color of the ink, the momentum is like a mountain avalanche and I can’t stop.
The mountains and rivers are a few feet away and thousands of miles away, and the scenery in the hall is cold and desolate.
After the mountain monk returned to the temple as a boy, the fisherman wanted to cross the river.
The late king smiled and pointed to the house on the stream. The cormorants, egrets and egrets looked like they knew each other.
Xu Sheng's inability to thank him again is due to the secret of heaven and not the power of writing.
Since Chen Chen’s energy has not faded since the beginning, eight pieces of raw silk were painted in four seasons.
Li Cheng, the flea master, was most proud of it, and it was even known to the Tibetans.
The nobles took it away and abandoned it in the corner. How many surnames are there in the world?
When I read the ink paintings at Daliang Painting Studio, I felt like I was looking for the four pictures.
I said that I was older than Xu Shimen, and I often get it by chance.
The temple is filled with rain and snow, and the four pictures are clear and clear.
The people who come and go look at each other are surprised.
The guests return to read the spring and summer one after another, and sit down to see the cold and majestic year.
Wang Cheng came to watch and sigh, just like I did when I first saw the sun.
The new poem contains more and more orpiments, which is true. I believe that there is a Mojie in your family.
I have held this picture for twenty years, and my green hair is all beautiful.
Xu Sheng withdrew his hands and entered the underworld, while all the historians brushed against the blue sky.
The withered pine tree in Jun's house emerges from Lao Zhai, which is quite like a broken screen with bones.
I am willing to cherish what I have abandoned for a while, and only if I don’t make false accusations will someone recognize me.
Satisfied and adopted