Warm wine in front of the window, fine products float around the sun and the moon, and laugh away the world of mortals.
Drunk in the dream water, Bixi whispers the old strings, and the breeze steals into the remnants.
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Hold an oil-paper umbrella and watch a season of Jiangnan ink painting.
Step on the green flag all the way and walk the world.
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Holding a sandalwood fan, standing in a tree is elegant,
Meet each other in a strange place and dream of a city full of love.
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Touch a vertical string and play a flowing mountain.
Show a pair of mandarin ducks. May Xu Yi be happy for a hundred years.
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Fold the willow pavilion, sing a three-fold yangguan,
Keeping the pavilion deep is always in my heart, and I am alone in my thin clothes.
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Put a glass lamp and listen to the sound of raindrops on the eaves all night.
Cut a piece of paper and fly with a sigh.
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Find a peach blossom garden and plant a piece of bamboo, chrysanthemum and plum.
Go through the cause and effect of life and be a Bodhi Jade Zen.
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Spring is misty and rainy, and summer is ten miles of lotus flowers;
Enjoy Sanqiu laurel in autumn and feel a cold snow in winter.
This is the poetic Jiangnan in my eyes.
Poetry is romantic, and words are filled in spring, summer, autumn and winter;
Singing joys and sorrows, singing ancient rhyme and ink fragrance.
This is the poetic life in my heart and dream.
Express the author's vision of a leisurely life.
Please adopt ~
Question 2: whose picture does ζ ink painting render? ζ Whose picture is rendered by ink painting? Whose painting is rendered by ink painting?
Dan Qing, whose fleeting time have you touched?
Who is obsessed with misty rain?
Who is dancing again, Yun Jian?
A sparrow-harp song, whose clear words are clever?
Whose flowery smile is beautiful in a clear word?
Who took a paper umbrella and made a promise for that season?
Who has traveled all over Jiangnan?
Farewell in a trance, followed by beautiful images.
A simple note can last for a hundred years.
A glass of turbid wine can't stop thinking about you.
Flip your fingers to a dream, but you can't return to the old story.
Get drunk before you rest.
Listen to Sanskrit agarwood
Ren Fanghua drifted away.
A breeze and bright moon
Fifty sad strings in one bosom
The sleeves are as thin as ever.
The sight of clouds falling on distant mountains
Long flute, tears, fog, cold temples
The situation on the cliff is chaotic.
Yuejinqianshan
Over Qian Fan.
Tread through the world of mortals
Gathering and parting are all fate.
How is it possible, but how can it be shallow?
Sadness and happiness always rob.
How can it be? A lonely shadow still exists.
After years of fear
The transience of prosperity
Sigh a blooming season.
Half a life is like a dream.
A gust of wind and rain suffocated me
Sound parting
Crazy string
Send a song with a smile and pride.
This song caresses you.
From now on, don't provoke, forget those pale years.
See a prosperous Chang 'an.
* * * A bright moon in Chutian.
Love is surging, change your smile.
When the string broke, people left.
Think about it, getting drunk all night.
Feng is drunk, too
When I asked, my body seemed to fall down.
To Chang 'an, where is the old friend?
Tea dances.
Look back at those charming flowers.
Jade bone agarwood, the flowers are getting more and more beautiful.
Several degrees of spring breeze, waiting for you to look back and smile.
Let me do it for you.
Mo Hao JIU Xiaoyao
Drunk drunk, only I am arrogant.
Dreaming for many years, what are you worried about when you are old?
Wan Liyun month, * * * You have a good dream.
There is no need to worry about mountains and rivers.
The autumn moon is as cool as usual.
Cold clothes make people slightly drunk.
Want to throw leisure, but love is broken.
The flower shadows are carved and the columns are unique.
The wind came and went, and the dust was flying.
What's the past worth chasing?
The bright candle almost burned to ashes.
Turn into tears.
Once the flowers fall, who will accompany you?
Tonight's bright moon, who will hug you?
Floating life is not just a dream.
Wake up from a dream without a trace.
Don't ask for commitment.
But I want to be loyal to you forever.
A pale moon is surging.
The east wind brushed my temples.
Drink three or four glasses of turbid wine
Even the moon is gone.
The Six Dynasties had a special liking for each other.
Farewell to the world of mortals
All ten fields are empty.
I would like to bury ten miles of peach blossoms in this life.
A short tenth birthday.
In exchange for the afterlife, I will always be with you ... >>
Question 3: Today is also a rabbit. For the meaning of tomorrow, please refer to the previous friend's answer. Red rabbit and green mane are the names of horses. Today's red rabbit will have a green mane tomorrow, which means: I will ride a red rabbit today and a green mane tomorrow. Metaphor is not single-minded, thinking differently, and one mountain looks at another. Eat what's in the bowl and watch what's in the pot.
Question 4: A cold wind sends away sadness, but a simple heart can't be imprisoned. What does this mean? Xie Su's heart is like snow, and he writes slow feather palace words; Book fragrance makes wine, and poetry is clear; Send a message in red and pass it on; Splash ink to condense the picture of painters. Fireworks have a fleeting time, silently counting the cold in loneliness and pain, quietly enjoying youth in light singing and dancing, waiting for flowers to bloom under the eaves in front of the courtyard, sitting under the canopy of the sky and watching the clouds roll and relax. Listening to the rain on the railing, my thoughts swam in the rain and danced into butterflies. Riding a light dance filled with rain and fog, it condenses into a curtain of dreams. Such as the feelings of lotus, let the beautiful acacia break into a butterfly, dance lightly at the fingertips of the fleeting time, take a strand of homesickness, twist flowers into dreams, pick off the stars all over the sky and give a gift to explain flowers. Look at the place, eyebrows are low, and if you give gifts to each other, it doesn't hurt. The homesick sail ran aground on the windless sea. The budding heart is lost in the song of summer night. Love is hurt when you don't know the truth, the beginning and the end. You can't escape the dialogue in your heart. Holding a piece of paper, writing a poem for you, thinking about it, has been moved. An egret looking at the broken line and strolling leisurely. A wisp of lingering emotion overflows, the ancient ferry and the slender bamboo flute are playing the eternal swan song of the world of mortals. Borrow a piece of plain paper, take Mo Xiang as the word, spread the sadness between your eyebrows with the elegance of Song Ci, and beautify your earthly charm with flowers. Holding a handful of water, cutting a wisp of breeze, carrying thousands of feelings, quietly in the world, indifferent to each other. A long fragrance, such as autumn water, is intoxicating, lingering in your fingers, carrying your thoughts, waiting for the clear water and the long moon in the youthful years when the night is as cool as water and the rain is as light as cold ... ● Tonight, standing in the clouds of the sunset. Give deep and long feelings to long poems, sing the graceful beauty in songs and poems, and go boating on the water. I don't know how many lingering notes my slender soul can carry for you. I am afraid that after a few seasons, my pen and ink will gradually cool down. I don't know you, will you still ring the beautiful myth that I have been sleeping for thousands of years and play a welcome heart sound for me? Willow trees are dancing to make the wind quiet. Tears for you, the butterfly language is popular in the still night. Who is your watch, who will read your melancholy. If there is an afterlife, I will be a heartless person, drink Meng Po Tang, cross the Naihe Bridge, cut off eternal love, forget the love of the Millennium, and bury my vows on the Sansheng stone forever. In this way, can I have no nostalgia? Can you be so heartbroken? Can you be heartless? If the night is light, the dream shadow is tired of leaning on flowers. I am full of tenderness and sadness, I will be elegant, I will be full of paper customs; Twisting the moon for three minutes, it becomes a flower edge, fate is displaced, and the dust edge is abolished. Dreams are far away, but your shadow is as pale as smoke, but it is always in my distance. I use my delicate fingers to stand slim, cross the willow bank, carry a wisp of breeze, fly over the dust of a thousand years, and lie drunk with you in the fragrant painting building, in the flowers in my dream ... ● The night is very thick and the dream is too thin. Who wants to wait for whom? A long and gorgeous chapter in life, who wants to stay for whom? Fireworks can't be cut, but neither can they. Hold a handful of acacia rain, fold a missing flower, float across the chrysanthemum platform, crush autumn flowers, gather your figure with expectation, and tell me that my dream has broken my sadness, but I wonder if I can hear my faint sigh in the world of mortals? Can you feel my tired heart getting older day by day? Dance your fingers gently, cross the oblique clouds, cut out a plain clothes for your mood, and write it gently into the fleeting time with simple and faint feelings. Cut off the sunset glow, embrace a deep feeling, embrace a shallow pity, swing a graceful heart, dance in the cool breeze and bright moon, and listen to the passage of time. Looking back at the fine dust, watching the wonderful fireworks show, guarding the long stream of Shui Yuan and crossing the dust for thousands of years are all warm to you. ● Cut the candle and talk at night yesterday. Today, the horizon was broken. When is the evening? For you, I picked up the scenery all the way, sang and danced for you, gently closed my eyes, picked a petal floating in my hair, and threw a heart sound like water all the way. Miss a thousand miles of smoke, sigh and sigh, if you can monopolize the moonlight tonight, can you banish your obsession and expectation to a corner of the sea, and never be contaminated with acacia again, isolated from your concern? ● Smoke is frivolous, slender tassels dance like filar silk thoughts, and the rain is soft and indulged in the warmth of butterflies. You know, the mediastinal landscape, every time the butterfly wings move, it will open a flower. Shui Yunjian, how I want to wake up the clear water with the flowers, leaving only beautiful scenery. Even if I am silent, I am still happy. ● At dawn ... >>
Question 5: If we can go back to 20 years ago, what does it mean that half a pillar of incense was not burned in the world of mortals? Book fragrance makes wine, and poetry is clear; Send a message in red and pass it on; Splash ink to condense the picture of painters. Fireworks have a fleeting time, silently counting the cold in loneliness and pain, quietly enjoying youth in light singing and dancing, waiting for flowers to bloom under the eaves in front of the courtyard, sitting under the canopy of the sky and watching the clouds roll and relax. Listening to the rain on the railing, my thoughts swam in the rain and danced into butterflies. Riding a light dance filled with rain and fog, it condenses into a curtain of dreams. Such as the feelings of lotus, let the beautiful acacia break into a butterfly, dance lightly at the fingertips of the fleeting time, take a strand of homesickness, twist flowers into dreams, pick off the stars all over the sky and give a gift to explain flowers. Look at the place, keep your eyebrows down, and if you give gifts to each other, it doesn't hurt. The homesick sail ran aground on the windless sea. The budding heart is lost in the song of summer night. Love is hurt when you don't know the truth, the beginning and the end. You can't escape the dialogue in your heart. Holding a piece of paper, writing a poem for you, thinking about it, has been moved. An egret looking at the broken line and strolling leisurely. A wisp of lingering emotion overflows, the ancient ferry and the slender bamboo flute are playing the eternal swan song of the world of mortals. Borrow a piece of plain paper, take Mo Xiang as the word, spread the sadness between your eyebrows with the elegance of Song Ci, and beautify your earthly charm with flowers. Holding a handful of water, cutting a wisp of breeze, carrying thousands of feelings, quietly in the world, indifferent to each other. A long fragrance, such as autumn water, is intoxicating, lingering in your fingers, carrying your thoughts, waiting for the clear water and the long moon in the youthful years when the night is as cool as water and the rain is as light as cold ... ● Tonight, standing in the clouds of the sunset. Give deep and long feelings to long poems, sing the graceful beauty in songs and poems, and go boating on the water. I don't know how many lingering notes my slender soul can carry for you. I am afraid that after a few seasons, my pen and ink will gradually cool down. I don't know you, will you still ring the beautiful myth that I have been sleeping for thousands of years and play a welcome heart sound for me? Willow trees are dancing to make the wind quiet. Tears for you, the butterfly language is popular in the still night. Who is your watch, who will read your melancholy. If there is an afterlife, I will be a heartless person, drink Meng Po Tang, cross the Naihe Bridge, cut off eternal love, forget the love of the Millennium, and bury my vows on the Sansheng stone forever. In this way, can I have no nostalgia? Can you be so heartbroken? Can you be heartless? If the night is light, the dream shadow is tired of leaning on flowers. I am full of tenderness and sadness, I will be elegant, I will be full of paper customs; Twisting the moon for three minutes, it becomes a flower edge, fate is displaced, and the dust edge is abolished. Dreams are far away, but your shadow is as pale as smoke, but it is always in my distance. I use my delicate fingers to stand slim, cross the willow bank, carry a wisp of breeze, fly over the dust of a thousand years, and lie drunk with you in the fragrant painting building, in the flowers in my dream ... ● The night is very thick and the dream is too thin. Who wants to wait for whom? A long and gorgeous chapter in life, who wants to stay for whom? Fireworks can't be cut, but neither can they. Hold a handful of acacia rain, fold a missing flower, float across the chrysanthemum platform, crush autumn flowers, gather your figure with expectation, and tell me that my dream has broken my sadness, but I wonder if I can hear my faint sigh in the world of mortals? Can you feel my tired heart getting older day by day? Dance your fingers gently, cross the oblique clouds, cut out a plain clothes for your mood, and write it gently into the fleeting time with simple and faint feelings. Cut off the sunset glow, embrace a deep feeling, embrace a shallow pity, swing a graceful heart, dance in the cool breeze and bright moon, and listen to the passage of time. Looking back at the fine dust, watching the wonderful fireworks show, guarding the long stream of Shui Yuan and crossing the dust for thousands of years are all warm to you. ● Cut the candle and talk at night yesterday. Today, the horizon was broken. When is the evening? For you, I picked up the scenery all the way, sang and danced for you, gently closed my eyes, picked a petal floating in my hair, and threw a heart sound like water all the way. Miss a thousand miles of smoke, sigh and sigh, if you can monopolize the moonlight tonight, can you banish your obsession and expectation to a corner of the sea, and never be contaminated with acacia again, isolated from your concern? ● Smoke is frivolous, slender tassels dance like filar silk thoughts, and the rain is soft and indulged in the warmth of butterflies. You know, the mediastinal landscape, every time the butterfly wings move, it will open a flower. Shui Yunjian, I want to wake up the clear water with the flowers, leaving only beautiful scenery. Even if I am silent, I am still happy. ● At dawn ... >>
Question 6: The first poem of Yueyang Tower "Looking at Yueyang Tower at Night"
Gankun travels thousands of miles, and the fishing boat returns.
The north wind is oblique upstairs, and the west of the lake is upside down.
Huai Sha hates poets, while Di Zi idles about.
What is the dusk? Several smoke trees meet Man Jing.
-Cui Jue, the author, is not an unknown poet. His works have a volume in the whole Tang poetry. It's just that there are too many outstanding poets in the Tang Dynasty, and he is too humble. But as far as this song is concerned, the level is still good. The first alliance starts from the overall situation and broadens the horizon first; Write a close-up in the middle of two couplets, which is very neat; The last couplet has the artistic conception of "only I look home, the twilight fades, and the river waves are covered with sad fog". He is just an ordinary scholar and a small county magistrate, but this poem has everyone's demeanor.
The second "Yueyang Tower"
Leaning against the building, looking forward to the future.
In the evening, the red leaves remain in Chu, and in autumn, Jiangbi enters Wu.
The geese in the clouds are in a hurry, and the sails are finally lonely.
The moon with me, leisurely god.
—— Author Jiang Wei, poet of Southern Tang Dynasty. Jiang Wei is not a nobody. At that time, he was a famous genius. He once wrote a poem in Bailu Temple in Lushan Mountain, which was later seen by Li Houzhu and highly appreciated by the latter. Therefore, Jiang Wei is pretentious and frivolous, thinking that fame and fortune are easy to get. Unexpectedly, he is always making things difficult for officials in Nantang. In a fit of pique, he wanted to go to wuyue. He didn't want to reveal the matter and was found guilty. This shows that he is arrogant. This "Yueyang Tower" is elegantly written, not worse than others.
The third song "Rebuilding Yueyang Tower"
This is the only building that crosses mountains and rivers, and its name has been passed down from ancient times to modern times.
However, I watched the new scenery floating in Hunan and paid attention to the old tour of Junshan.
Romance is still an old friend, and the porch window is now crowned in Zhou Nan.
Chasing Zhang Xiang and Teng Hou from afar, fortunately, the rules and regulations are better than swimming.
—— Author Zheng, known as the Yuezhou Army, was stationed in Yuanfeng. This poem is very ordinary, and its artistry is not high at all, only better than most online rhythmic poems now. But considering that the author is only a small local military attache, after all, he is not a scholar who lives by reading. Moreover, there are still some things worthy of recognition in this poem, such as the admiration for the sages and the humble attitude of being too modest to come out. There are few full-time military attaché s with titles in history. As far as this work is concerned, it is obvious that this man has worked hard on metrical poems. It is not clear whether he studied for a few days to please his boss or because of the policy of "civil servants are officials, supplemented by military attache" in Song Dynasty.
The fourth "Yueyang Tower"
The book is empty in August, and Yueyang Tower overlooks Qingchuan.
The sound of water makes the emperor happy, and the mountains make the jade emperor smell fragrant.
The ship sailed off the island, and the lonely clouds held the sunset glow.
There is no place in the southeast, send me to heaven.
-Author Liu Xianlun, a poet in the Song Dynasty, and Liu Guo, together known as Luling Ershi, are quite famous. This poem changes the thinness of Song poetry, but it is very similar to Tang poetry. If you pretend to be the works of Wang Wei, Du Fu and Cen Can, it is not impossible to hide it from others.
The fifth "Yueyang Tower"
After the music, worry first and then remember the panorama, so today we can only rely on the fence.
Swallowing nine waters is wide, and the cashier has a wide realm.
The music of the Yellow Emperor is loud and broad, and Xiang Jun's shadow is immersed in the clear blue.
Jiang Shan He Du advocated that Qing Hui's writing should be tidied up.
Author Wang, a poet in Song Dynasty. Shaoxing in the Southern Song Dynasty was the champion and famous minister of the anti-Jin school. He had been giving lectures in Yueqing, his hometown, and didn't take the exam until Qin Gui's death, which shows his resolute anti-gold thought. This poem is also quite a legacy of the Tang Dynasty, and the combination of neck and jaw has a sense of atmosphere.
The sixth song "Meng Xiangyang Rhyme Used in Daojing Baling Dengyueyang Tower"
Seeing guests off in the west of Dongting, the dragon is piled green.
Chendian is empty, and Wucheng is more vast.
As the lake gets darker and darker in spring, the wind will make the tide sound longer.
Willow reading hall, hibiscus picking ling OARS.
I have never stopped thinking about others, and I hope to succeed.
-Author Yang Weizhen, Shaoxing poet at the end of Yuan Dynasty. When the Yuan Dynasty was an official, Zhu Yuanzhang got on the bus and asked him to write music books. He is not bound by official duties and will return within 100 days. This work is fresh and beautiful. "Spring makes the lake darker, and the wind will make the tide sound longer." The two couplets of "Liu Yang Reading Hall and Furong Picking Ling Paddle" are even more impressive, showing the elegance of the Jianghu School and Yongjia Four Spirits in the Song Dynasty, which shows that the environmental impact is still great. Jianghu School and Yongjia Siling are mostly from Zhejiang, active in Wenzhou, Hangzhou.
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The seventh "Yueyang Tower"
The wind is blowing and the snow waves are flying to Bai Ou.
Air permeates the sky, the sun and the moon are wet, shadows shake the earth, and mountains and rivers float.
Several times, I cracked the Jade Cave and was a little worried about Dai Xiang.
An De Tian Pu Zi drinks fairy wine, Longteng ... > >
Question 7: The chess on Qipanshan is in urgent need of bottom-up and top-down: the chess on Qipanshan is up and down.
Bottom line: rice bowl, branches, hair and a bowl of rice.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: a glass of water and a medium glass of wine.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: people with sea branches and hair.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: the pen is outside the pen container.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: sea people in the sea.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: Jiangnan ink painting
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: Menqifeng leaves home.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: the pen holder is a wonderful peak.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: door, Jiangnan, door.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: a bowl of rice is born in the rice bowl.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: rice bowl, water, medium bowl of rice
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Part two: Ink in the ink world.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: Ink is born in the south of the Yangtze River.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: Fish and Qifeng produce fleshy fish.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: the door is in the water.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: the first glass of wine in a glass of water
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: the exit room at the door of the house
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: a glass of wine in a glass of water.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: a glass of wine in the middle of the month
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
The bottom line: a glass of iced wine in a glass of water.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: wine glasses should be put into cold wine glasses every month.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: every month, the door enters the house.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
The bottom line is: the door walks out of the house in the clouds.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: the door leads to the house in the sea.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: make a fire in the center of the fire.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: Fire comes from the center of fire.
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: the penholder in the middle of the penholder peak
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: cold fire in water
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: ink before rain
The first part: Qipanshan plays chess.
Bottom line: ink in the rain
Question 8: A poem with mountains-Du Mu in Tang Dynasty.
In the distance, there are people in the depths of white clouds. Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Antique-Li Bai
The fairy shines like a star on the lotus peak in Huashan Mountain. Holding a white hibiscus flower in both hands, curled up into a ball.
Looking at Yue-Du Fu
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen. The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, birds fly back and forth before my nervous eyes ... trying to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet. (Du Fu: "Looking at Yue")
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. (Du Fu: Hope in Spring)
I planted beans at the foot of Nanshan, and the weeds in the field were covered with peas. (Tao Yuanming: Return to the Garden)
The fairy shines like a star on the lotus peak in Huashan Mountain. Plain-handed hibiscus, empty steps are too clear (Li Bai; Antique)
The mountain is high and the moon is small, and the truth comes out. Lu You's Hou Chibi Fu
Sunset is beyond the mountain, and spring water passes through. (couplet)
The purple mist is illuminated by sunlight, and the waterfall hangs in front of the mountain. On the high cliff, it seems to be thousands of feet high, which makes people think that the Milky Way has fallen from heaven to earth. (Li Bai's Looking at Lushan Waterfall)
Hundreds of rivers boil and mountains and rivers break. The high valley is the shore, and the deep valley is the mausoleum. (The Book of Songs)
There is nothing in the mountains in this river beyond heaven and earth. (Wang Wei's "Han River Flooding")
Kim? Tao Yuanming: Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
Song? Guo: Spring mountain is as plain as a smile, summer mountain is green, autumn mountain is as bright as makeup, and winter mountain is as bleak as sleep.
Don? Si Kongtu: Everyone gradually feels strange in the local accent, but they hate the feeling that the warbler sounds like an old mountain.
Song? Su Shi: Looking horizontally, the ridge side peaks, and the distance is different. I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.
Don? Wang Wei: This river crosses the heavens and the earth, where there are both colors of mountains and no colors.
Don? Han Yu: The river is a green ribbon and the mountain is like a jade hairpin.
Don? Li Bai: Five old peaks in the southeast of Lushan cut Jin Furong from the green hills. I can enjoy the beautiful scenery of Jiujiang when I reach the summit, and I will build my nest here in Yun Song.
Don? Zhang Xi: The beauty of mountains lies in the twists and turns of peaks, and the beauty of water lies in the wind and waves.
Don? Li Bai: Xia Yun is in Mount Tai, and it is suspected that Bai Bo rises in the East China Sea.
Yuan? Zhang: Clouds come to the mountains better. Clouds go to the mountains like a picture. Mountains are bright because of clouds. Clouds compete with mountains.
Question 9: When was Song Ting's painter? Road map of Songting, vertical axis of ink painting, 12 1, horizontal 53.5cm.. 1767 (thirty-two years of Qianlong), Xi Gang was carefully drawn on the boat in his hometown West Lake. This painting was written by Zhu Ting Yao Shun in plain method; Not far away, in Mao Ting, Gaosongxia Tuanshi, Maolin, two old people sat quietly on the ground, with reeds in front of the pavilion. On the river bank, the mountains are steep, and houses and temples are scattered among them. On the left, a mountain suddenly inclines out, and a waterfall hangs far away, plunging thousands of miles. In the sunset, a piece of autumn scenery. On the upper right, Li Shu said: See the mountains in the clouds, and know the wind when the trees fall. There are people under the pavilion, and the sun sets. Lin Yunlin wrote and recorded his sentences. Ding Hai's boat on the West Lake in the spring, iron gives birth to knowledge. * * * Zhong Sanyin: Tiesheng, Xigang and Sanren. The works are very useful and rare for in-depth study of Xi Gang's early landscape paintings.
Question 10: Poems of the Ming and Qing Dynasties (65,438+05 poems each) "Four quatrains on Tongxin Lan" When Qian Xin took off her makeup in the Qing Dynasty, she suddenly saw concentric vomiting. Cherish god's scissors and turn your eyebrows.
Is the title calligraphy and painting clear? The bluegrass in Zheng Xieli made a trip, which was of great significance in the mountains. Loyalty is still self-embracing, why fight for the public? "Orchid" is like a place with orchids in the sky outside thousands of feet. There are firewood pickers, so you can't reach out and pick them up.
"Proud to write" three episodes of bluegrass, no one dares to write. Get a novel method and the ink will blow out.
"Daoguang Temple Painting for Masters" was painted in the Yuan Dynasty and was given to Guo. Thousands of miles away in Qian Shan, we know much more than the old one.
Is the title of Wang Zhecun's mirror image clear? Jiang Shiquan is ethereal without me, and the static waves stop. Hand-picked orchids, such a wonderful fragrance.
"Write that Shi Lan has sent it". Is that clear? Wisdom and courage are empty rocks, and there are several grasses. Write about the dustman, don't forget Lin Quan.
Is the "painting orchid" clear? One of Ren Huang, where is the smell of the room? The walls are empty valleys. One punch is charming in ancient rhyme, and beauty is lonely. Second, how far away from my heart are the Yuan and Li I think? . The paper window evokes the fragrance of the soul, and the face dare not envy. The third magnetic bucket sends beautiful stones, which are fragrant. You came from Wangchuan and got this pink book.
Lan Qing? The orchid sends the cliff, and the Tuogen is near the slight cold. Spring water flows out and the wind keeps blowing.
Is "Donglan" clear? The grass in winter in Cao Yin is cool blue, and orchids are flowers. As clear as a digger and as thin as a poet. Cong Xiu has several strands of hair with double bun on it. At dusk, the window smells fragrant and the wind shadows are thin.
Is "Zhu Lan" clear? Yao Xie Xiang millet Buddha rice, Zhu Rui Xian Jie clothes. Fame is expensive, but it is difficult to contain buds. The prodigal son is willing to make peace, but the village mother is ashamed. Spring is a clear wish, and it is easy to get in touch with dew.
"Zhuo Zi Ren Zhi Ku on Poetry, Lan Xian Fang"? The hole is wet after the rain, and it is cold to go to the temple to explore the road. Going back and forth to Dungu, screaming and comforting idle officials. If you don't believe in poetry, you will always worry about this word. Love words are long and smell worse than orchids.
Just paint it blue, okay? Tan Sitong's wild goose blew his dream under the Gao Jiang, and Chu Zhuxiang rose from the sunset. Di Zi didn't come to Shan Gui to cry, but one day she wrote Li Sao.
Is Wei Mo Yuan in Cambodia clear? Why stick to LanHuai, feel sorry for yourself. Beauty is far from the edge of Yun Lan. Dongfeng didn't save the beauty, but missed another year of youth.
Is painting orchids clear? Sun Yuanxiang Li Sao, an old root seedling, is swaying in the water clouds. Recognize the double shadow of the spring breeze, you will lose your soul if you don't smell the fragrance. title
Is the picture of the empty valley and the orchid clear? Wang Lancao has a kind heart like a hermit, and he is proud of himself. Spring breeze gives birth to an empty valley every year, and the pipa remains fragrant.
Is the Book of Title Orchid clear? Fang Liying always doesn't know how to ask questions and laugh, but he also cherishes the sadness of orchids. When the household has exhausted its worries and hoes, it is afraid of going into the mountains.
"Lanxi" Qing? Ren Huang is a picturesque mountain city with a small shore and half a balcony resting on Tianjin. Even if you don't reach Xiaoxiang Road, the famous flow of vanilla is even more touching.
Is Jingmen Zayong clear? Li Youtang described himself as haggard and wrote nine songs in Dongting Lake and waves under maple leaves. Since ancient times, the moth eyebrow has been hurt and slandered, and Qiu Lan pulled it out by herself.
Is painting orchids clear? Ma Qian was selling vegetables in the street yesterday and saw me writing orchids and onions. I once threw an onion, and you stole it into my painting.
Ancient poems in Ming dynasty
ChristianRandPhillips's resentment is obvious? Li Mengyang Xiangbei Branch, Shuonanxun. The backwater contains Yao color, and the breeze carries jade sound. It was dark in Yun Qi and cloudy at sunset. I don't know the bitterness of bamboo, but I see deep tears.
"Orchid" shows that it is fragrant in the deep mountains of Lansheng and Chen. I want to reward the world and move it to the high hall. Both rain and dew are lost, and the roots are away from home. Although it is love, it is not the right way to raise. Winter is cold, frost and snow are zero, and green leaves are afraid of carving. If you are in the forest, you will still smell good.
"hanging down" Ming? Li Rihua doesn't hunt the wind, but looks at the stream and feels sorry for himself. The empty mountain in spring is a mess, and half of it belongs to wild firewood.
Is the "painting orchid" clear? Chen Xianzhang silver bud paraquat, Whelan more business. A gentleman who lives in danger is different from a constant person.
What is the title of Lan Zhujuan? Wen Peng occasionally cultivated Whelan for two or three years, and the Japanese gale was the first to open. After sitting for a long time, I didn't know the fragrance in the hall, so I opened the window and butterflies flew.
"Purple An Lan" Ming? According to historical records, the fragrance of the country is scattered and the grass is green near the Forbidden City. Who said that some people wrote with tears, and the roots were resentful of the east wind.
Is painting orchids clear? Li Rihua in April, after the rain in the south of the Yangtze River cleared up, he spit fragrant bamboo and posed. Butterflies don't come to sleep, but small windows blow away. I hate you ... >>