The most sentimental freehand brushwork.
I can't forget the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
Remember the most' prosperous volume',
It must be Tang poetry,
In the flowers,
The most gorgeous is peony,
Take the lead in smelling everywhere.
I used to like Tang poetry,
So, I also have Chang 'an complex-
Chang' an, Chang' an, the middle of the world, long-term stability,
My heart is walking.
I am not a scholar or a poet-
Living in a high temple, worrying about its people,
Living outside the temple, worried about its king.
Tonight, the moonlight is harmonious, and the flowers are bright.
The ancient road is blurred and no longer takes place.
Although I am a passer-by, I have a dream of Datang.
If you dream about the past,
When you go to Taiwan Province, you must sing-
No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it.
Will Teng Wang Geyan, see-
Sunset and lonely Qi Fei, autumn waters and sky are the same color.
I sighed and asked Wang Zian, "The shadow of the idle pool is still there, and the stars have changed in a few years." . Where is the emperor in the cabinet today?
Who wants a thousand dollars a word? It turns out that the Yangtze River flows freely outside the threshold. (Wang Bo)
I tried to cross the Yellow River, but the ice blocked the ferry.
It's going to snow in Taihang Mountain.
I will sit on a fishing rod and lazily lean against the stream.
If you are a dream, what is the geometry of happiness?
You must drink wine, but it is difficult to go without a knife.
Dancing in dresses and feathers,
Sing in a falling tone.
Grandpa Gao, take off your boots. (Li Bai)
Lingyuan Xianyu, sigh only sigh.
You don't know-
Keywords thatched door, pine path, loneliness, tranquility,
Where a hermit lives and moves, he never needs a companion. (Wang Wei)
Who is the man in Yumenguan?
Listen often,
The desert is lonely and straight, and the long river falls in yen;
The most unforgettable thing,
Wine luminous cup;
Put it on the plug,
Only then did I know that there is no reason for westerners to go out of Yangguan;
No, just remember, just understand-
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Who would ask,
Strong women in business do not know the hatred of national subjugation;
What can I do if I am worried about my country?
Shili Qinhuai Bank,
Singing backyard flowers on the other side of the river.
After three months of fighting,
Lonely birds sang their sorrows.
How much sadness can you have?
Like a river flowing eastward.
I drifted thousands of miles,
I'm worried about the moon,
I sank again and suddenly remembered home.
The most expensive thing is,
A letter from home is worth a ton of gold;
The softest thing is,
The tramp is wearing thick clothes.
Spring and autumn overlap,
Who's under the green light of the hut-
Splash ink for 3 thousand,
Draw rivers and Wan Li;
Write hard,
Books have a long history.
After the fright, the flowers bloom,
Once you have seen all the Chang 'an flowers.
The faint scent made me fall asleep-
Chang 'an in the dream,
See you in the street,
The sea of people is sparse,
Mottled walls, still moonlight,
Moonlight grows, grows, grows to hometown.
The piano cried, cried and cried.
Mulberry trees are green, year after year,
The spring breeze in Jiang Nanan is green,
As a stranger in a foreign land,
I just hope,
The moon, now round at sea,
At this time of the end of the world * * *.