The poem I wrote to myself is as follows:
I remember that when I was flying on the grass, I was wearing a monk's clothes. There is no one on the Tianjin Bridge. I am leaning against the railing to watch the sunset. ——Huang Chao's "Self-Inscribed Portrait" of the Tang Dynasty.
The heart is like a gray tree, and the body is like a boat without ties. Ask you about your life achievements, Huangzhou, Huizhou and Danzhou. ——Su Shi, Song Dynasty, "Self-titled Portrait of Jinshan".
White hair and pale face, vines and rabbits. In the water and moonlight, plum blossoms make shadows. ——Miao Jian of the Song Dynasty, "Self-titled Portrait".
If you see through the plantain and osmanthus stick, you can easily reveal your romance to the bone. Sometimes I brush my tortoise hair, and I can only smile and nod in vain. ——Yao Guangxiao, Ming Dynasty, "The Self-Inscribed Portrait of the Old Man Du'an".
The pear dream is far away, who can save the sorrow of spring. Self-written chanting soul accompanied by plum shadow. Reciting the red words, the miserable green years, all endow the small pavilion with cold and weak diseases.
In the rainy and windy film, they look haggard and tired, lazily walking along the old fragrant path. The small couch is full of tea and smoke, the green leaves are stunned, it is easy to occupy, and the pine stream is flowing.
Only one piece, it is difficult to paint a sad picture, I am afraid of the autumn frost on my temples, and I will add a bright mirror. ——Wang Chang, Qing Dynasty, "Dong Xian Song - Self-titled Photo".
Once across the sea, now in the desert, across the river four thousand miles away. The bones talk in vain, the intestinal chakra rotates, and eighteen years have passed.
When I wake up from a spring dream, I sing to the drizzle of spring sails alone. There are only a few flowers in a vase, but they don’t need to be accompanied by many.
The cold river has just escaped from the fishing coop, and the appearance of the wind and dust is left. It depends on yourself. Appreciation does not depend on the person, the shape depends on the shadow, how can it be due to the drunken face?
When you draw your sword and want to sing loudly, how many chivalrous bones are you forbidden to rub? Suddenly he said this person is me, open your eyes and take a closer look. ——Tan Sitong, Qing Dynasty, "Watching the Tide - Self-titled Photo".