When the stone falls, it also sprays moss, which changes with the yuan. A long hanging rock, as light as practice, sounds far away from the mouth of the cave and is swallowed up by lightning. The air contains branches of pine trees and laurel trees, which makes it possible to draw clouds together. It was the Milky Way that fell and smelled broken water droplets splashing on the roof.
Jiao Ran Yong Xiao Falls
Waterfalls are smaller and more strange, two or three feet long. Veins run through the chaotic sand, and the sound swallows dangerous rocks. At first, I will be lonely because of the reward of the wise. If I hadn't heard about it, I would know that my heart was silent.
Tiantai Waterfall in Song Cao
Its name is Yun Waterfall. From a distance, it looks like a woven roof. Don't worry that the precious ruler is difficult to measure, and the golden knife is easy to cut. Spray on the top of the forest into Xia Xue, and pour on the stone into spring thunder. You know, it's the water of the Milky Way, but the fallen will come back.
Zhang Jiuling Hukou Wanglushan Waterfall Spring
Boundless hongchun falls, and the atmosphere is half purple. It rushed to the Woods to disperse the thick clouds. The sun is like a rainbow, the sky is clear in Wan Li, and the wind and rain are heard. Lingshan is full of gorgeous colors and ethereal water.
Li Baiti Zhou Shu Sikong Mountain Waterfall
The cliff is like a melon, and the blue light breaks the cliff green. Tianhe comes, and white clouds rise in the valley. Jade case is written in red, which is unreadable by the world. I was taking pictures in Lingqing, and the wind was blowing on my feet.
An ancient sentence
Dan Qing's pen is freehand brushwork, but his heart is tender. Is he obsessed with it in his last life, or will you never forget it in your life? The night rain on Qinhuai River entangles water droplets. People who play the flute owe you love in their previous lives, and this life turns into memories. The lights in Jinling City are bleak in autumn, and the moss turns to frost and rain.
Smoothing ink, making full use of Xuan paper, making a paper fan with a black silk scarf, talking with Kan Kan, brushing a little ink, jumping flowers on the paper, writing moonlight, dyeing a piece of paper with piety, and dyeing a spring tear.
Broken handwriting is thin, where is the silk? The yellow shape of paper is still clear, the folds of paper are still visible, and people change with the wind.
Rain or embedded in the soil with rain, love has faded with people or passed away at any time. Sleeping, sighing and a moment should last forever, coming and going before I know it.
The ink rain scattered bit by bit, and the paper was covered with Chu Xiao's makeup, which became thicker and thicker. It turned out that a piece of clear water melted the love history, splashed ink and wrote love poems. I was calm and said the affair, and the mud was released. People are in boundless love, lotus flowers are charming, people are stained with ink, the chapters are written, and they are still expressing endless tenderness!
I have been writing all my life just to draw your similar archaic sentences. Leaning against the clouds hides loneliness, even if others laugh at me.
Let him know everything and smile for you.
Send a song to you, don't invite people to get together at the end of the song.
Who scattered the smoke, who scattered the vertical and horizontal ties.
Listen to the string and break three thousand infatuations. Falling flowers, forgetting, once the wind rippled. If the flower is pitiful, it will fall on whose fingertips.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that.
Whoever forgets each other first, dumping the country is the old country. I refuse to play. Shadows are amazing.
Once upon a time, there were tall buildings that sang at night and had dancing sleeves on them.
When all the flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.
Spring goes and spring comes, beauty is old, flowers fall and people die.
Still water, singing; Three lives are sunny and round, one sad and one happy.
Lights and stars, sounds and songs are endless.
As beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, I can go back to the past, but I can't go back to the beginning.
Dark clouds cover the moon, people can't see anywhere, and they can't tell how lonely they are.
This time I left you, it was the wind, the rain and the night; You smiled, I waved, and a lonely road spread to both ends.
The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it.
Like this star is not last night, for whom the wind and dew stand in the middle of the night.
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, I don't think about it, I will never forget it, I am alone in a grave, and there is nowhere to talk.
Butterflies are beautiful. After all, butterflies can't fly across the sea.
Finally, the misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River covered the whole world. After the glory of China, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever.
Elegance refers to quicksand, and old age is a period of time.
Hand over mountains and rivers and smile for you.
A few sighs, a bit of joys and sorrows.
My life is up to me, which is ridiculous.
The passage of time
Dream back into the water.
Watch the fireworks bloom into a full moon.
The fog cleared and I woke up. I finally saw the truth. This is the silence that Qian Fan spent.
At both ends of life, we stand on each other's shore.
The fate of gathering and parting is like water, just for a word, waiting for the next encounter.
Looking at the sun and the moon that day, there was silence. Green mountains and green waters, stretching from generation to generation; Just like in my heart, you never left, never changed.
That's it, mountains and rivers will never see each other again.
Never look back, why not?
Since there is no chance, there is no need to call names.
Today, everything is like water.
Tomorrow night, you will be a stranger.
My heart is moving, but I feel far away. Things are wrong, people are wrong, things are wrong, and the past cannot be traced.
Maybe it was a marriage in a previous life.
Maybe this is the fate of the afterlife.
Wrong is wrong. Meet in this life.
Add a feud without results.
Always born in a casual year. Look back at the other side. Even if it is found that the situation is longer.
3. What are the two words about painting? The two words about painting are: splash ink, painters, Dai Shan, letter pen 1. Splash ink is a painting method of Chinese painting. Ink is splashed on paper or silk.
If ink is splashed, the picture is bold and unrestrained. It is also a dark metaphor for weather or scenery.
2. Danqing, in which Dan refers to cinnabar and Qing refers to Qingqiu (sound "Huo"), are two minerals that can be used as pigments. Because in ancient China, scarlet and cyan were commonly used in painting.
Dan Qing became synonymous with painting art, such as The Biography of Hanshu Su Wu: "It was painted by Dan Qing on bamboo and silk.
The ancients regarded painters, painters, painters, excellent painters, painters, painters and folk painters. Danqing lasts longer than plant pigments and is not easy to fade, so it is often used to describe loyalty: Danqing will never change.
Dai Shan Shane Day explained the lush mountains. Jin Caisong's poem "Partridge Sky" says: "The mountains are far away, the moon wavelength, and the twilight clouds and autumn shadows soak in Xiaoxiang.
Zhou's poem "Crossing the Lake" says: "The tree is far away, like an empty plant. Sparse prescription Miao Ran, Dai Shan an eyebrow a plug.
"Qing Yan's long-lived poem" On the day before the ninth day of the ninth lunar month, I went to Huashan by the water-rich post road ":"When I am full, I will meet Dai Shan eventually. "4. XIN B ǐ means writing casually and carelessly.
Xia Mianzun et al. Wen Xin: "This is different from doing things arbitrarily and scribbling." .
There are 20 ancient poems about painting and Mr. Yang's exciting poems.
Author: Liu Fu Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Meditate on Xi's holy book and live with Fu Kun. Wonderful painting tool, Senlihe graphic. The universe travels, and the sun, the moon and the brown talk. Take advantage of endless, anti-poverty. Through fame and fortune, along this moral door. Without hard work, how can you recover often?
The blue pavilion under the sea clouds.
Author: Pu Shoubi Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Lean on the diaphragm and have a clean heart, and grind copper on all sides. If you want to paint, you can't make excuses. The mountains are far and near, and the water is west and east day and night. I don't know who will, but seagulls catch Weng alone.
Haihui Temple painted water wall
Author: Shi Dekui Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Poem: Don't you see that once upon a time people 10 drew a water, and then rubbed it to make it hollow? If it weren't for swallowing rivers and lakes, there would be a wave of peace. When I came to Xiao Temple to see the wonders, there was a dragon in the wall. At first, I suspected that I was riding the wind and weak water, and suddenly I was sitting in Penglai Palace. It is also suspected that the autumn water flooded last August, and the evil wind blew into the corridor, which was wet. Who knows that the painter is clever, and Dong Yu is still ashamed to death. This water is not a painting, just like water. Sitting here all day, although future generations can't draw. How can it be that piling has strict walls and Haihui North Corridor is the first?
Zeng Deli, Mo Mei, Zhu and Li are all fine years old, but they don't show the price of Mo Mei.
Author: Zeng Feng Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Poetry: the northern branch is stubborn and ruthless, and the southern branch is alert and alert. Fang has an urgent home to return to, but suddenly he is too lazy to steal spring. The painting is clear and refined, and a little cleverness attracts others. This is the day when the illusion is over, and so is my residence in Tian Huan. Zhou Yimin was a poet of the Jin Dynasty under the eaves of a stream. The chest is still full of ink, and the pen end is more realistic. The Southern Gold Newspaper is still a light discussion, and Zhao Bi is not disgusted. Only now, with the spread of my family in the south, I painted a mountain.
Wang writes bamboo poems.
Author: Zhao Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Poetry: Ancient paintings are amorphous, and only with shapes can they be realistic. Secondly, the ancestors have a teacher's rope, such as Yin Yinni following the ancestors. It is doubtful that the house will be rebuilt under the house. It is enough to participate in new ideas. Hundreds of years have passed in the Jin and Wei Dynasties, and whoever breaks the string will solve it. Besides, editor Du, Jianghu is competing to sell new poems to read. May you plant a thousand acres of Weichuan, eat enough and go. Wind, rain, fog and rain all enter your mind, and you spit it out from the feeling.