1. "Ding ugly March on the pro sprinkle Chen Han Dashu reproach Chen Shan four words to give"
Author: Yu Shenxing
Dragon paper a day starlight, Tian Zao Zhaodui from the Shangfang.
Long time to the transverse scripture to see the saint's embodiment, but also because of the teachings of the Kui chapter.
Luang Huan would like to see the immortal hair move, Peng room surprised to hear the fragrance of imperial ink.
The Confucianism is a blessing in disguise, and it is not the same as a regular servant.
It is a joy to see that the frost and dew on the head of the tree are few, and that the southern branch has a son in the hall of autumn light.
3. "Cai Shi Jie Hanging Li Taibai"
By Liang Chenyu
The grass and trees still smell the fragrance of ink.
The swallows have already left the green door, and the whales have gone up to the white clouds.
In other years, I had a dream of traveling to Tianmu, but this night I have no soul to go to Yelang.
Looking west, Chang'an is full of despair, and the Spring Palace of the Golden Emperor is desolate for a long time.
The first time I saw the movie, I saw the movie, and I saw the movie, and I saw the movie, and I saw the movie, and I saw the movie, and I saw the movie, and I saw the movie, and I saw the movie, and I saw the movie, and I saw the movie, and I saw the movie, and I saw the movie.
The ink is small, and the grass is not even woven to remove the moth-eaten fish.
The white head of Shangxuan is still bitter, and the yellow flower is close to the wine.
The green mountains are full of idle things, and I want to send bananas, but I can't.
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5. "Send to Shu Zhenzhen"
By Ma Zu Chang
The Golden Temple is covered with a cover, and the Lin Tan is decorated with feathers.
The stone is greasy because of the milk of the bell, and the pine is fat because of Poria.
The ink is used to turn over the pestle, and the qin is used to repair the jade cloth.
The sky is low and the sun is near.
The bamboo opens up a long path, and the pond shelters a small door.
The red color of the sky and the green color of the water are all around.
The apricots are red, and the peaches are scarlet.
The dragon still sleeps alone, and the crane knows how to return.
The bees are the first to avoid the honey, and the phoenix flies with a book.
Ancestral halls are filled with ancient chimes.
The spring of the Danjing is cold, and the dew on the copper plate is not yet dry.
The common people can't recognize it, but the poets are very much attached to it.
I have met Hugh Raccoon, and I have been singing about bathing in Yi since then.
I can pick up the mountain vetches by the help of my teacher
6. "Since the 28th day of the 5th summer of the year 2010, I have not been able to give poems to the poet in order to fulfill my duties"
By Yue Ke
Changli has been listed among the three kings for a long time, and I was once familiar with the fragrance of the ink and the writing brush.
It is a pity to look back at the time of parting, and to think about the wind and the moon in Tangji.
This is the first time I've ever seen a book in the world.
The mountains and the water are in the eye of the poet, and I don't realize that my eyebrows are pale. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a long journey, and it was a long time ago.
Five years of sleep on the pillow of a book, dreaming of falling with the clouds in the south of Wengtang. I know that I can't go back to my old days, but I'm not sure if I can go back to my old days, so I'm going to go back to my old days.
Widowed and orphaned, the soul of the broken temple in Shitang is sad. The first thing you need to do is to get the money to pay for it.
The good and Li Di know how easy, Liaodong city and castle empty look at each other. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.
When I was a child, I patted my head and wished for an article, but now I have not entered the Cui Cai line. The first time I saw you, I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you, and I was so happy to see you.
The wine in the house is brewed on the wall, and the window is full of the color of the sun and the fragrance of the paper. The first thing I want to do is to get my nephews to come back to me, and I'm not going to be able to do that," he said.
The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid.
The world is lost, but I am alone, and the spring breeze is fragrant with poetry and books. Gung Shen Zanfu's Title of Er Lu Cao Tang (《赓沈赞府题二陆草堂》) Era: Song Author: Wei Zongwu Fallen trees are Xiao Xiao Ancient temple in the fall, the cui screen is like a painting and the rain is actually collected.
The hall's foundation is filled with the scent of books, and who remembers his old travels for Kiyun.
The green smoke of the palace candles flew into the home of the minister. The sky is so deep that it is like a painting of a halberd, and the star of longevity shines on it, and the curved standard is so high.
Because I know it is, Song Gao Huadan, tortoise feast drunk Qionghua. The first thing I want to do is to get the money to pay for it.
The new edict ink, heard the central court called in, has done Xuan Ma. The first time I saw it, I was in Fenyang, and it was a very good time to see it.
Standing on the thick green stacked purple, book incense ami, osmanthus orchid buds. The first thing you need to do is to get a good look at the newest version of the book, and then you can see the newest version. I am willing to come to the celery pam and read the books.
Jade leaning against the reed reed reed, the bamboo tile, the glazed tile society steep cold light. The first thing you need to do is to look at the sky and see if you can find a way to get to the bottom of it.
"Gift Tianqi friend brother" Era: Song Author: Zhang Lei Sang arc Peng yi shot four sides, the baby will be long forgotten. I don't want to be like the children who play around with the fragrance, but I want to be like the man who looks at the river.
The border city is a thousand miles long, and the sailing arm is set on the horns of the eagles. The city is still a place where you can see the world, where you can see the world, where you can see the world, where you can see the world, where you can see the world, where you can see the world, and where you can see the world.
The current and future of the world's best art is the flying spear, and the remaining courage is still enough to swallow the stubborn Qiang. The first time I read the book, I was able to read the book, and I was able to read the book, and I was able to read the book, and I was able to read the book.
The water is in the river and the land is in the river, the bow is in the weapon case and the crossbow is in the bed. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid.
Surrendered to dredge and repair the city god, the head of the sword does not spare thousands of gold loaded. The thirty-six generals are all eagles, and the former territory can tolerate the death of a foot of land.
The son is quite conceited when the long-standing compensation, not to mention the arsenal more than a book bag. The first thing I want to do is to get the best out of the world, and I want to do it right. The first time I saw a book, I was able to get a copy of the book, and I was able to get a copy of the book, and I was able to get a copy of the book, and I was able to get a copy of the book.
The swan will fly across the sky, the time should be and not yet. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty.
The son of a young man sits in Jianzhang, and favors Rang Tho without regard to Zhuang. The military is waiting for the time is not yet busy, the crafty captives authorized first have auspicious, the king's division will look at the Fu city wall.
The first time I saw the movie, I was in the middle of the movie, and I was in the middle of the movie.
Longmian only know the place of solicitude, painted Yangguan unexpected sound. The two new drawings of the treasure ink fragrance, bottle in front of the solo singing small Qin Wang.
For you to make a return to the lead, do not learn the Yangguan empty broken heart.
The sun, moon and moon are broad and the yellow road is wide, and the rivers and mountains are long. The wind is blowing back, where are the two geese, and who is sailing alone in the freezing rain?
Looking back on ten years of this drift, the new willow in front of the pavilion has become line.
Arashi gas in clothes into purple mist, ink fragrance across the wall long moss. The first is the "Battle of the Birds", which is the first of its kind in the world.
The river and the sea are the only places where people want to go. The fog hair cloud maid where in, wind spring snow step when to come.
Crane's wings in the autumn.
3. Sentences describing calligraphy ink1, such as the wind out of the sleeve, the moon into the bosom.
2. Soundless sound, invisible phase.
3, academic scriptures, all from the heart, its heart is not right, the movement is all evil. Liu Gongquan said: the heart is correct, the pen is correct.
4, so the book is also, the study of the heart; writing, writing also.
5, the book in nature.
6, the book is still clear and thick, clear and thick must be based on the heart. Otherwise, although the book is fortunate to avoid thin turbidity, but also for others to write only.
7, people look good and ugly, and the state of the gentleman and the villain, can not be covered up, the speech of the defense, and the gentleman and the villain of the gas, can not be deceived. The book has the work and clumsiness, and the heart of the gentleman and the villain, not to be messed up.
8, the character of the person, pen and ink, there is a kind of righteousness and brightness of the concept.
9. All people are different from each other, different sinews and bones. The heart is sparse, the hand is clumsy, the book is good and ugly, lies in the heart and hand.
10, a point into a word of the rules, a word is the end of the standard.
11, lead the pen hard, if the swan flying, far away.
12, the ancients on the book cloud: one must be high character, the second must be the teacher of the ancient law, is the book of the law, the scholars learn, so when cooked in the hand, must first repair all the virtues in order to familiarize themselves with the body. Virtue and ripe in the body, the book in the hand, as such and for the book.
13, the book, the rest of the Yingjie, the article of the urgent matter. Although it is the road, the virtuous and the unworthy can learn, but the virtuous can often more, the unworthy can often less, not to the unworthy can and the virtuous suddenly abandoned the matter!
14, the word to bone frame, meat must be wrapped tendons, tendons must hide meat, post is show Run Sheng.
15, calligraphy and painting, the first importance of character, character section is excellent, not only everyone weight its ink, more admiration for its people.
16, the body image is outstanding, different from the present and ancient. The first time I saw this is when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley.
4. Modern Poetry on Reading1. Reading By: Bamboo West Modern This spring, sit down in the library and read the rise and fall of the past dynasty, read the joys and sorrows of the individual, read the sweetness and bitterness of life, and search for the eyes of the library to every corner of the hope of the field gradually unfolded before the eyes of the corner of the She is lying quietly, serenely and silently in silence, is it in the silent observance of the agreement of our past lives? I gently wiped off the dust and held it in my hand, as if I were comforting a wounded child. I opened the front page, and it was written: "Borrowed by so-and-so in 1989." The yellowed pages told of the long history of the past. What has changed is the person who reads, but what has remained unchanged is the love of reading. In this spring, I sat down in the library, and it seemed that Confucius, who was quietly guarding the door, was already smiling. The world of the book and the world of the heart become one, and the anguish of the characters drives away their own anguish, and the tension of the story replaces the tension of reality, and even the sadness of the mood is transformed. Reading is like a long or a short trip, walking on the road of one's own mind, and letting oneself be led by the words along the way, and the hustle and bustle of traffic, and the colorful neon lights, and the mountains and rivers, and the beautiful scenery. Reading is like a long or short trip, walking on the road of your own soul, letting yourself be led by the words, along the way, there are traffic and noise, colorful neon lights, mountains and rivers, and beautiful landscapes, it's the happiest way out, and also the happiest way to get to the city, reading is like looking at yourself in the mirror, and seeing yourself dancing in your own emotions, through the labyrinth of words, and even if the night is too deep to touch the edge of the road, you will still feel confident and at ease, because there's love in your heart, and love is the everlasting light on the earth. There is only openness and tolerance, other people's ideas blossom and bear fruit and become a light that can be hung high on a branch, the quest becomes a symbol of hope, and sweat is the spark that ignites the dream, and the open page is the vibrating wing that carries us through time and space to meet with the gods, there is no speedboat that will take us to distant lands, and there is no steed that will be as joyful as a page of poetry that will allow the poorest of the poor to travel across the globe without being forced to pay taxes on the passage, the carriage that carries the human soul, the book that carries the human soul, the book that carries the human soul, the book that carries the human soul. The carriage that carries the soul of mankind How frugal and simple books are The endless books that we read Without ever meeting or talking with the ancients The flavors that have flowed through the ages are experienced in books Seeking for the fragrance that has been left behind in the world. I see the dewdrops of thoughts sliding across the bamboo, rolling down the paper, the wind turning over the thick pages of the book, the white clouds floating, the flowers in full bloom, and the days of the downturn, between the words, breaking out left and right, searching for the fulcrum, I am a slow-moving obsessive, always standing at the edge of the book, unable to start, difficult to ascend to the hall, and letting the rusty time fall from the words.
Leaving behind a hard texture The sea of books is vast, and you can reach out and fish for a piece of the deep blue of words. But I refuse to pretend posture, although it can make people deep, or on the headlines more regardless of the book's heavy and light I am only responsible for the quietness of the mind, and when the dust settles, the remaining cover, the world returned to the appearance of the book only to find that life is just a lost punctuation 4, read it By: RuiXueFengYi modern Note: -- Write to the World Book Day 2018 World Book Day There will always be some beauty that will be inadvertently lost in the busy life and materialistic world There will always be some fire that will be in the humid environment and chaotic seasons Temporarily buried in the barren fields of the heart We forget to read in the years, that's all We remember our childhood The sound of books coming from the classroom in the morning breeze Like grass sprouting, like buds blossoming Like the spring breeze whisking across the fields, like oriole singing in the deep trees The belly is full of poems and books If you are accompanied by poetry and books, life is a picture of the human world, and the years are a song that is sung in a low voice. Even if you walk through the streets and alleys, even if you are wandering around the countryside, there is always a place to stay. Today, you stick up your books and in this April day on earth, the freedom will come to you, the happiness will come to you, and those who are still entangled in the impatience and humbleness of the people who are in front of you, will kneel down. The book makes you noble because your temperament hides the books you have read and the road you have traveled, accompanied by the silence and the noise of the city.
5. Sentences describing the fragrance of calligraphy and ink1, such as the wind out of the sleeve, the bright moon into the pocket.
2, the sound of the soundless, invisible phase. 3, academic scriptures, all from the heart, the heart is not right, the movement is all evil.
Liu Gongquan said: the heart is right, the pen is right. 4, so the book is also, the study of the heart; write, write the will.
5, the book in nature. 6, the book is still clear and thick, clear and thick must be based on the heart.
Otherwise, although the book is fortunate to avoid the thin turbidity, but also for others to write only. 7, the appearance of good and ugly, and the state of the gentleman and the villain, can not be covered up, the speech has a defense, and the gentleman and the villain of the gas, can not be deceived.
The book is clumsy, and the heart of the gentleman and the villain, not to be messed up. 8, the person who set up the character, pen and ink, there is a kind of righteousness outside the concept of light.
9, all people are different blood, different sinews. The heart has sparse, the hand has skillful, the book of good and ugly, lies in the heart of the hand.
10, a point into a word of the rules, a word is the end of the quasi. 11, lead the pen hard, if the swan flying, far away.
12, the ancients on the book cloud: one must be high character, the second must be the teacher of ancient law, is the book of the law, scholars learn, so when cooked in the hand, must first repair all the virtues in order to be cooked in the body. Virtue and ripe in the body, the book in the hand, as such and for the book.
13, the book, the rest of the Yingjie, the article of the urgent matter. Although it for the Road, the wise and the unworthy can learn, but the wise can often more, the unworthy can often less, not to the unworthy can be and the wise suddenly abandoned the matter!
15, calligraphy and painting, the first important character, character section is excellent, not only everyone weight its ink, more admiration for its people. 16, the body of the image is outstanding, different from the present and different ancient.
Falling pearls and jade, floating tassel group.
6. Seek beautiful classical modern poems, ancient poemsHuai Gu.
My sky is raining again, my heart is like a water town, damp and cool
No umbrella girl, leisurely rainy alley, endless wandering
I lowered my head and looked at the village, the fishermen sang the evening, the fire of the boat is dimly lit
Occasionally a few bursts of clanking, the smoke of the cooks fluttering, with the river flowing
Half drunk between the zither goblet, fingertips lightly played, strands of melodious
The most important thing is that you can not see the whole world, but you can see it.
The rain and mist on the boat, ink Jiangnan, thoughts wandering
And then a fine full of a cup of wine, and sing and drink, and singing and singing
The railings remotely sent Xiwen chapter, favor and disgrace forgotten, the ink full of the river
Thousand Years. Butterflies
Will be the life lingering in the fragrance of your flowers
Moonlight flying alone leisurely
Thousands of years of loneliness gradually forgotten frivolous
Quietly in the reincarnation of the watch
Whenever the sunlight shines on my wings
Always shine the light of the transcendent world
Whenever the darkness of the night walks past me
Flower-like -------------- The spring wind is bitter and unkind, calling for the horse's hooves to walk the house . I am ashamed of the miasma, but it has mercy on me, and it has entered my emaciated bones for my career. I have not eaten for several days and forced myself to do so, but I can't bear to be asked to look at the flowers on the trees. I don't know how tired my body is, but the clay man is crying. Suddenly I turned over the ink on the table and scribbled poems like an old crow. My father pitied me and my mother couldn't slap me, but I laughed like a fool. I pounded rice all day long, but only got a bowl of tea when the sun was up. The head of the dragon clock is white with energy, so don't be annoyed with the master by adding new children to the family. Title: New Year's Day Seventy and Nine Years Old: Southern Song Dynasty Author: Lu You Content: -------------------- In the middle of the year, I hold a heavy burden, how dare I look forward to seventy years old; the creation is occasionally free from the legacy, and I have already reached the age of eighty and ninety. I'd rather know that I've been humiliated by the bow and the gleam, and that I'm tired of going to my hometown. I do not know how to repay the kindness I have received, but I am anxious in my embrace. The gates of heaven are hard to see, and the mustard of the earth is hard to pick up. I carry with me a bag of poems and two pills. How can I ever thank you again? I'll tie up my band. My oars fly in the breaking waves and my shoes get wet in the clouds. I still have a few years left, so I'm going to visit the places I've visited. I have been reading a lot of books about the temple, and I've been reading a lot of books about the temple, and I've been reading a lot of books about the temple. For us, memories are the days that never fall - never yellow - the time of meeting is always short, the time of expectation is always long, and the stream of the years picks up a lot of shining lines of poetry. If you want to miss me, just look at the sky and see the flashing stars, and there are my eyes searching for you. Though I sometimes pray for a moment of life's splendor, I'm more than happy to let my heart be at peace I know that joy is life's station and pain is life's voyage I know that when your heart is heavy, the best gift is to be given a peaceful sky You'll be lost and you'll be sober When the night falls, you'll feel the warmth of a pair of eyes I know that when you wipe the tears from your cheeks, you'll smile brightly. I know that when you wipe the tears from your cheeks, you'll smile brightly, and then I'll gently say, "Let's go." Look, the acacia blossoms smell good, the moon is shining bright, and travel, all distant places have a temptation, either to beauty or to legend, and even if the distant landscape is not perfect, we don't need to care, for it's really a fascinating mistake, for it is a fascinating mistake, and if we look down, it's spring, and if we look up, it's fall, and if we look down, it's autumn, and if we wish that all the happiness would follow you, then we'd be happy, and if you'd be happy, you'd be happy. --To a friend on his birthday, because of your arrival, this day has become a beautiful day, and since then the world has become more colorful, and the screen of my memory has been filled with so many beautiful memories, that it is like a tapestry. My dear friend, please accept my deepest wishes, and may all the joys of life accompany you, to faraway places, to distant lands, to places that are familiar and have no scenery. If talent goes unrecognized, if talent goes unrecognized, instead of cursing, it is better to endure, and in that endurance to gather strength and to work in silence, and to curse, and in that cursing, it is useless, but it dims the light that was there, and in that dimmed light, it loses the spirit of the tree, and in that dimmed light, the spirit of the tree is lost, and in that dimmed light, the spirit of the tree is lost, and in that diminished light, the spirit of the tree is lost. If life isn't generous enough, if life isn't generous enough, we don't have to give back, if life isn't generous enough, we don't have to be stingy, we don't have to be meticulous, we don't have to give and get, we don't have to be generous, we don't have to be cynical, we don't have to be lonely, we don't have to be elegant, we don't have to be lonely, we don't have to be lonely, we don't have to be satisfied to get, we don't have to be happy to give, we don't have to be thankful, how can I thank you? How can I thank you when I walk towards you I wanted to pick up a red leaf but you gave me a maple forest How can I thank you when I walk towards you I wanted to kiss a snowflake but you gave me a silver world I rowed my boat to the moon Don't blame me for sometimes being out of touch Know that loneliness takes courage Don't think that because there's a flag waving in front of you there's always something behind it I don't worship, I don't understand. I don't worship what I don't understand I row my boat to the moon, and so I row, linking pursuit to independence, life to freedom, and as long as there's a tomorrow, as long as there's a spring, I won't be sad, as long as there's a night to swallow up everything, as long as there's a sun to shine again, as long as there's a life, I won't be sad, as long as there's a desert, as long as there's a hope, as long as there's a tomorrow, I won't be sad, as long as there's a tomorrow, I won't be sad. When the will falls, life will cease to stand, and the crooked figure will not be able to withstand the leaves of autumn and the winds of the evening, and the head will be lowered only to let the mind be lifted up, and if you have an indomitable soul, there will be solid ground beneath your feet, and no matter where you go, there will be countless pairs of eyes that will follow you, and from others, we will come to know ourselves, and I wish you luck in the sense that spring has not yet finished its course, but already feels like it is getting old, and time is flowing fast. I'm not so sure that fate, like artemisia, is so colorful as to dazzle the brain, and that a life of simplicity may be the remedy, for one should not be poor, but how can one not have a little bit of nobility, when a withered character will bury everything? Good luck, and may your heart be as good as your luck, for it is a flower that fades, and you are in the full bloom of spring, and why do I see a frosty leaf, when your fondness for it is so y rooted in the beautiful mirror, and lingering in the dream, that you cannot reach out with both hands to hold the water. Since you can't hold the moon in the water with both hands, let yesterday be a memory and a reminder that life isn't all colorful, it's the flowers that fade, not the spring. Promise, don't believe in promises. Promises are the pine cones of time. Pine cones, as wonderful as they are, who's to say that the seasons won't knock them down. Chances are, you earn them. Your destiny is your own drawing board. Life is your own drawing board, why rely on others to color your choices You've been on a long, long, long road, but you still can't see the scenery Your heart is bitter, you're at a loss A ship without sails is no better than dead A sail without a compass can only go wandering If you're a fish, don't be obsessed with the sky If you're a bird, don't be infatuated with the sea Give your friends a chance to get up so that they won't fall down Not to mention, we're going to the ends of the earth A memory is a warm flower, a remembrance is a memory. I've been begging the Buddha for 500 years, asking him to let us have an earthly relationship, so he turned me into a tree, and I grew it on the road where you must pass, and under the sunlight, it discreetly bloomed with flowers, each one of which is the hope I had in my past life, and when you come closer, please listen carefully, the trembling leaves are the passion I'm waiting for, and when you finally walk by unnoticed, the ones that fell on the ground after you are not petals, but are my fading heart, my heart is fading, and I feel sad. The song of my hometown is a distant flute that always sounds at night when there is a moon The face of my hometown is a vague despair, as if I were waving goodbye in the fog After the parting, nostalgia is a tree that has no yearly cycle and never grows old Youthfulness Without Complaints (席慕容) When you are young, if you fall in love with a person, please.