Ink and wash pigments should be painted in different ways, and the artistic conception is ethereal, so that they can be appreciated.

I am proud of myself, others can't, laugh loudly, and few people can know.

A little splash of ink, a word on rice paper, and an occasional stroke can make the world fall for me.

Orchid ladies have a small bridge with flowing water, and the writing brush is mahogany, and the pen is proud of it.

There are flowers, no months and no hate, and there are months without flowers and no hate; Flowers are as beautiful as people in the moon and the moon is as bright as water.

Help me find flowers under the moon and have a taste of the moon before carrying hops; Spend a full moon, don't make it unusual. and

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The solo of "Flowers and the Moon" eulogizes human feelings and songs, which is as shocking as ink in layman's paintings.

For whom tea is fragrant, and for whom people really think,

Who is looking at this picture? Catkin of Ming dynasty.

I want to read thousands of books and surf the waves. I don't want to miss the peach blossom smile when someone looks up occasionally.

Playing tricks, building a room in Taohuawu, being indifferent to the world, are all happy, so laughing, giggling and giggling are also funny.

Hmm. How interesting

I can't remember today in the Ming Dynasty. Poetry and songs are all good, and you stop at a hundred steps, and stop and talk about leisure.

Yin's poems are quite talented at the beginning, but few people know why, so he turned Meiyu into a swan song, recalling that a white horse once rode on the tide.

It rained last night, and several flowers were light and charming. The beauty got up from the blue room and compared the red makeup in front of the mirror.

It is better to ask Lang to spend a lot of money than to spend a lot of money. Beautiful women are angry at words, but they don't believe that dead flowers are better than living flowers.

For whom tea is fragrant, and for whom people really think,

Who is looking at this picture? Catkin of Ming dynasty.

"History of Ming Dynasty" recorded a hundred words of Tang Yin's word "Bohu", but neglected to tell Mo why.

In the eleventh year of Hongzhi, Xie Yuan became Tang Bohu after having obtained the township examination, and in his later years he let himself drift and settled in Taohuawu in front of the tree.

Taohuawu Taohuaan, Taohuaan Taohuaxian; Peach Fairy cultivates peach trees, picks them and drinks them.

When I wake up, I just sit in front of the flowers, and when I am drunk, I come to sleep under the flowers; Half awake and half drunk day after day, flowers bloom year after year.

I would rather die of old age than bow before horses and chariots; Cars, dust and horses are interesting, and hops are poor.

If wealth is better than poverty, one is in the ground and the other is in the sky; If you compare poverty to horses and chariots, he will have to drive away my leisure.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, and I laugh at others for not being able to see through; There are no graves of Hao Jie in Wuling, no flowers, no wine, and no hoes to plow the fields.

2. General Border Town

The word newspaper ~ ~ ~ General, the right-wing 6,000 fighters smashed the enemy's granary under the leadership of General Helan, and Tuoba Tao led the army to surround the ancient Tibet. The cool king's residence in Qumuyu has already started. It is reported that ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ the left front warrior has captured Shenhe slope and is waiting for the general's order. Sixteen countries were unified, and the dream of the Twenty Emperors vanished, and the battlefield was unclear until World War I and the retreat. Song, Qi, Liang, Chen, Southern Dynasties, abandoned the country. Go to the stable to feed my black jiaozi, and bring the flag back to Korea tomorrow. Blowing the horn, the tide of thousands of troops and horses, the generals with bronze shackles and patterned armor shot the moon. Ambush spears, burn blood, bow and knife, hordes of horses, yellow sand and wild smoke and blood, thousand days of wine to pick me off the horse, and then take my family to enjoy the peach blossom in Wei State. If I go home, I will plant my horse, and the ancestral temple will be spiritualized (Sichuan dialect: Three pillars of Qing Xiang fly all over the yard, but they are actually begonia flowers, and the scorching sun rustles in the tent. Ma 'am, why are you worried? Hongyan went home in autumn, the full moon did not fall, and the desert was windy and dusty all night. The smoke in the stone stove casserole has been chaotic, the pawns by the river often miss home, and the loyal ministers are interested in trouble. Under the beacon tower, the sword sings bloody books, treating each other with sincerity, just to protect the country and defend the country. The horn sounded, and the tide of a thousand troops broke, and the generals in bronze chains and armor cracked the moon. Ambush spears, blood burning, bow and knife fighting, thousands of troops and horses, yellow sand and wild smoke and blood churning, thousand days of wine to meet me dismount, and then take my family to enjoy the peach blossom of Wei State. After a long cold night, if I go home, I will plan my horse, and the ancestral hall is full of heroic spirit (Sichuan dialect: Qing Xiang Sanzhu flies all over the yard, which is actually the place where begonia flowers bloom)

3. Nocturnal Song of Tang Dynasty

Fengtian carrier, Emperor Zhao said. When I am drunk, I will give ministers a glass of sparkling wine for them to taste. When Jinding cooks sheep, remember to add cinnamon. Hu Ji's wine shop sells gold overnight with snuff and tears, and the fog and rain scratch the beauty's back to enjoy the silk and bamboo dance, and the rest is not quick to dance for politics. Liu, Chang 'an, is ringing, passers-by are drunk, and in the upper reaches of the lake, let's have a drink. Water embroidered Qi Zhen beauty, Ping Jin method, painted landscapes, poets wrote words flying, rouge swept the eyebrows. Fireworks follow the running water, it is cold at night, and those who are cold are drunk. There will be Lantern Festival today. Fans of painting will guess a pair. Yangxian tea floats, pipa wraps, jade emperor returns, butyl dance, beautiful bronze mirror. Wrinkles between ankles are like jade, flying in the sky. The flowers in the yard are still hung with dew. The general in the inn has come back from the battlefield, the horses are still asleep, and the beautiful women are looking forward to the return of the moon. At the gate of the prosperous Tang dynasty, the wise man is crazy, the fool is sad, and the fool drinks a pot of wine. Liu Yi has already fallen asleep.

General Pei Min's sword weapon shocked the world with a rainbow, and Hao Juan added ink to Chang 'an Music, aiming at Zhang Xu.

Liu, Chang 'an, is ringing, passers-by are drunk, and in the upper reaches of the lake, let's have a drink. Water embroidered Qi Zhen beauty, Ping Jin method, painted landscapes, poets wrote words flying, rouge swept the eyebrows. Fireworks follow the running water, it is cold at night, and those who are cold are drunk. There will be Lantern Festival today. Fans of painting will guess a pair. Yangxian tea floats, pipa wraps, jade emperor returns, butyl dance, beautiful bronze mirror. Wrinkles between ankles are like jade, flying in the sky. The flowers in the yard are still hung with dew. The general in the inn came back from the battlefield, and the horse was still sleeping. The beautiful woman is looking forward to the return of the moon. Tiles are like flying flowers, falling colored glass, blowing with the wind, flourishing in the Tang Dynasty, and intoxicated with a poem. The emperor's beam is covered with silver scales and magnificent. The silver moon is dancing in the sky. Stay in the west wing and don't go back.

4. "Cloud Water Zen Heart"

Lotus dipped in clear water, ripples stacked in the heart. If there are allusions, bodhicitta is intrinsically safe.

The sunset sings Xia Yan, the wind blows the maple leaves, and the colorless air permeates the air and naturally penetrates the mist.

Melissa Zhou wears branches all night, and the fallen petal falls in half. If you pick up a blue flower, you will bury it among the flowers.

The clouds are clear, and the heart is safe in the morning bell. If the heart can be self-centered and penetrate the dust,

Bodhi should be pollution-free, fish should talk clearly, but fish should be at ease and ups and downs.

The morning dew keeps out the cold, Xia Hong hides the mountain stream, and the morning dew Xia Hong is semi-dyed, dust-free and smokeless.

Melissa Zhou wears branches all night, and the fallen petal falls in half. If you pick up a blue flower, you will bury it among the flowers.

The clouds are clear, and the heart is safe in the morning bell. If the heart can be self-centered and penetrate the dust,

A clear boat swaying in the wind and rain

Sleep at night and go to the village. There are no frogs on rainy nights, and the bells of the empty mountain ancient temple are faint.

Spread to the mountains one after another.

5. Liaozhai Liaozhai

In front of the back door of Xiaofeng Temple on a rainy night, the scholar's eight-part essay is half a dream, and the wild temple loses its color. Judge Lu was angry and glaring, anxious to see.

Just as the scholar lit the lamp, he flashed in the wind and quickly stepped back to cover the temple gate. Suddenly, a woman leaned against the mud, and the maple leaf and magpie paper umbrella fell aside.

Lightning winks at flowers, tears blush on lips, and the ancient case spider web inkstone is hard to break in life.

On the book, it is to seek fame for the ancestors, and to discuss physical matters. The daughter's real name is Su Ruoyan, who lives in Liu Yang Street, Luoyang, and the declining clan is miserable.

On a rainy night, the oil lamp is cold, which is also true, false and illusory. The name of the book is Lou Emei Paper Umbrella, and the name of the girl is Lou Emei Paper Umbrella.

After many years of fame, Cold Window obviously wants to take over the marriage and dream. Before meeting the Chang 'an Lantern Festival a year ago, lanterns resumed their leading edge. Why doesn't the kite see beauty? The burning heart turns sunny to cloudy in an instant, and the rain falls on the Lantern Festival, leaving only tender tears and a rainy face soaked by origami fans. If there is a butterfly fairy, it will take ten years to forget it. Chang' an, the fate is scattered, recalling the past. The girl's name is Liu Zian

6. Jianghu Yipin Diet

You can only see your way clearly if you walk through the rivers and lakes, because the rivers and lakes are at your feet. I didn't wander the rivers and lakes because I still have a kitchen knife in my hand.

The heart is still in the esophagus, turning vegetables into vegetables, I know. Who hasn't drunk white jade milk tea? Longjing bamboo shoots are all. Remember to cook golden-legged round fish, dried scallops with hydrangea without pepper, and pheasants should be roasted with loose fire. Yipin Shangshu said that the creamy fillets were delicious, and even the silver whiskers were tasted together. Fried bread, jujube paste to make cake, this time I made Luoyang food. Cynthia is generous and fragrant, and you can sing poetry to your old age with a sip. Osmanthus fish sticks and bayonets are indispensable to this dish. Wangchuan Xiaoxiang, fragrant scenery, two spoonfuls of fine salt in Song Wusao fish soup.

Sigh, the river's lake grievances can't be broken, and life is cruel. In fact, everything is as light as a dish, and I will slowly endure it. Tianxiang abalone sauce has long been secret, and the canned fish lips are the most fragrant. I forgot a few words in the Suiyuan food list, and I was given new words when I was drunk. Fried, jujube paste to make cakes. This time, I cook Luoyang food. Cynthia is generous and fragrant, and you can sing poetry to your old age with a sip. Osmanthus fish sticks and bayonets are indispensable to this dish. Wangchuan Xiaoxiang, the scenery is fragrant. In the Song Dynasty, two spoonfuls of fine salt were added to fish soup. The way to eat is wonderful, and you can taste it if you break love and hate.

Standing on the top of the Forbidden City, I suddenly remembered a bowl of Yangchun noodles in a street restaurant. How many joys and sorrows are cooked into a bowl? Now I have a sword in my hand and ask how many people in the Jianghu have not returned it. I burn goose and kite skillfully, which is the first sight of life and death. I drew my sword, the sand boat stepped on the eyebrow line, and the longan rubbed shoulders. Back to the horse, the dragon spits the beads and attacks the footwall. It takes a lot of effort to see the real ending. The smoke from the chef tonight is more delicious than Zhangziling and sliced pheasant. Just because you make a platter with cashews and put osmanthus slices in it doesn't mean that you are a good cook, but you forget a swallow. Up and down the imperial city, there is a world war I, and tonight there are grievances, interlocking. )

Fried, jujube paste to make cakes. This time, I cook Luoyang food. Cynthia is generous and fragrant, and you can sing poetry to your old age with a sip. Sweet-scented osmanthus fish sticks and bayonets are indispensable to this dish. Wangchuan Xiaoxiang, fragrant scenery, two spoonfuls of fine salt in Song Wusao fish soup.

Sigh, the river's lake grievances can't be broken, and life is cruel. In fact, everything is as light as a dish, and I will slowly endure it.

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7. Poetry in the knife

Qu: diu diu

Word: EDIQ

Singing: Edick.

(Bai: The face I remember is morbidly purplish red. I remember that magical flower on the treetop-it's a pity that it's already winter. )

Time flies. Who misses the time of hunting foxes, enjoying snowflakes and listening to strings in the snow on the Yellow Calendar? In the lonely zone, the first spring flower looks like a gun. It's frosty, and my shoulder hurts. Standing on the Twelve Coloured Dragons at the top of Jianting, I feel sad in officialdom. It hasn't snowed tonight, it's still early. Wandering around with a knife called Tianya?

Maple leaves are bright and plum blossoms are famous. Before the cold came, flute rhymed with knife. Friends occasionally use a glass of wine to relieve their depression.

There are poems on the blade, poems are Taoist priests, and red leaves, if floating, hurt the body. Crossing the East Street, the hoofprint on the ground, the pain in the dream is like a fairy.

Upstairs, the stars are shining. On the fifth day of May, the poem was hidden by a knife, and the dragon was still trapped. Although there is no wind, the flowers are still in full bloom.

Where is the beauty? The old shop is crumbling, and another altar of old ladies' red will be opened to get drunk with this season's night wind and frost, Jianghu songs and Huangqu.

The only laughter from all ages, I have never been crazy until I was old. Fireflies lit up and fell into the sky, and knives were engraved with poems.

Bai: There was a heavy snow in the twelfth month. At this time last year, he was still cooking wine and enjoying the snow here, reciting poems: Are the children in China safe now? There is no one in the world who is not English; Red leaves dance as poetry, dare to find autumn wind from the knife. )

8.thrush

The Qinhuai River is cool, the stone bridge is swaying, and the thrush is flying in the rain and falls on his window frame. In the previous life, Wuyi Lane was empty, and the osmanthus trees in the north wall were full of flames. The gate is broken, shout, where is he? Enemies outside the hospital are crazy, and new makeup is put on in the hospital. Ling Hua's bronze mirror is cool, adding fragrance to the eyebrows, leaving the daylights out. I just hope you are healthy.

With Peter * * *, Peach Blossom flies to Xi, secretly drawing your sleeping face, Qi Mei leans over and smiles, newly married and hugs each other, and now sings away from the sound of plum rain.

The four seasons brew wheat fragrance, and birds fly over Qinhuai River, looking for his appearance. White temples are wrinkled, bamboo sticks are long in hand, birds are hissing, and the north wind is barren, leaving only the eyebrow line company commander. On a cold night, fireworks were burning, and he looked at the lights again. Shiqiao was a stranger, but she was not there. The food is light and the tea is cold, the lights are extinguished, and a pair of thrush birds are worse than eyebrows.

Don't forget * * * drunk Xi, peach blossoms fly Xi, secretly draw your sleeping face Xi, Qi Mei leans over to smile Xi, newly married Xi, and now sings away from the sound of plum rain.

9. Ancient town. Good night banner

The pine clouds in the western hills are louder, and the ancient cricket road is louder.

The baby cried for his mother, and there was a fishing net on the boat. The old lane is calm and the river is cold, and the walls are mottled with melons and vines. On the other side of Luomaqiao stage, there is a small embroidery workshop with candles lit. The farthest memory is actually my hometown. There is an old ancestral temple, full of incense. Carved in the memory of the hollow flower window, there are "bangs and toads" window frames, skilled craftsmen. The Fengshui tree is on the left side of the Silk Village on the corner, next to the well that suppressed the black dragon, and there is the Horsehead Wall. It's dark brown, and its lantern is leaking and hanging on the tree in the cowshed.

In my memory, the old man was peaceful with a needle. Now the grave is covered with wormwood yellow. I remember when you were young, you cooked a bowl of ginger soup and talked about Lang.

Stone street wooden door archway, lotus pond full of vicissitudes. The girl looks in the mirror in the boudoir, the dog barks beside the courtyard, the fish waves in circles, and the stone walls are fragrant with pears. On the other side of the Luomaqiao stage, there is a small embroidery workshop with flickering candlelight. The farthest memory is actually my hometown. There is an old ancestral temple, full of incense.

In my memory, the old man was peaceful with a needle. Now the grave is covered with wormwood yellow. I remember when you were young, you cooked a bowl of ginger soup and talked about Lang.

Temple stone starlight, banana private school singing.

In the story, the night in Jiaqing ancient town is flowing, and now the walls are covered with grass. I remember that time, the children stepped on water under the arch bridge and sang slowly in a play.

In the story, the night in Jiaqing ancient town is flowing, and now the walls are covered with grass. I remember that time, the children stepped on water under the arch bridge and sang slowly in a play.

The crescent moon and pine clouds in the western hills are louder, the ancient town is nestled at the foot of the mountain, and mother has fallen asleep.

10. White fox

A wisp of white air is the Eight Immortals Bridge. What is the importance of a man's body and a woman's body? I am a demon after Ye Xiang's sweat and thin waist.

A white fox dreamed of the water hole in the bamboo forest, and his young teeth laughed at the ice muscle. He sat in a ruined temple and smiled at the moon, helping the green snake steal Cao Ling at night. Kyubi no Youko's white hair, jealous love, hatred and fire, the crows outside the house make trouble, leaning on the corner of your eyebrows.

1 1. Chronology of Father Xuanyuan

Who messed up the scattered horses on the chessboard and killed them on the land of China?

Blood flowed out of the border, but a brave Chinese face could not be separated.

The dust in the war zone is very heavy, and there is a rusty sword on the totem in front of fourteen people.

Jian Xiangrui completed the picture scroll and pointed the South Locomotive to Hanquan under the Beidou.

Clothes alone cannot keep out the cold.

Silk pulls down an ear of rice.

Xiling woman knelt beside Kunlun with Zhang.

Tonight, the long river and the full moon will sprinkle wine to worship heaven.

Red refining China fights with war, burns peaches, builds trees and cuts down trees.

On the tenth day of the Ming Dynasty, he asked who could shoot the residual arrow in Hou Yi's bow.

Wild gods are fighting for the battle, covering the sky with one hand and smiling at the crowd.

Maybe life and death are the same blood.

The vicissitudes of China, filled with thousands of years of rain and fog.

Open an article in the old calendar and ask who can open the chaos.

Xuanyuan Pricking Blood Inscription Book The dragon's back was knocked around.

Cold Mountain Night and Rainbow Buried in My Heart

12. The Prince of Mount Animaqing

..... At the beginning of this story, I am sure that we are all asleep. ...

Tighten the reins,

On the salt lake.

Reflection, strong face.

Whip the horse,

Dispel the wind and frost all the way

The grass churned,

There are cattle and sheep everywhere.

Unload heavy luggage.

Indifference,

The prince was bathed in the moonlight naked.

Edelweiss Mei Duo Duo Jiao Du Xiang

The water mist dispersed and returned to the water center of * * * Station.

Turn around in an instant

Just remember that the moon is yellow and buttered.

Her kiss was warm.

Everything in the world is frostbitten. ......

Story length

Speak slowly

What happened to the prince?

ice carving

Hidden among the snow peaks

A kiss hurts, but it hurts.

Statue of the Snow Maiden Guardian.

Dag Hammarskj? ld Library

Tears become snow lotus seedlings

The rock plum melted by snow and ice is still fragrant.

Lynx said that the sun knows the cure.

Snow girl took her bag to look for the last hope.

Never mind burns.

Bravely face the hot and snowy sunrise.

The sun god provided the scepter of the crown wheel.

Soothe her wounds.

Take one last look in the direction of the statue

She is about to become a rainbow and light.

Why are your eyes full of tears?

The water of life melted the prince's arm.

The moment I opened my eyes, the fragrance filled the sky.

Always like forgetting.

The prince tied his horse under the rainbow.

Don't ask me what happened after the story.

No one will tell.

There is also a frostbite on the prince's little finger.

13. Shadow game obstacles

Spend a good full moon, and children will catch river fish. Look at the tide.

Borrow a window, float a little candlelight, and the puppet dances hard.

A scene in Black Pink, a chaotic life and a detailed record of Liang Lumeng.

The hull was so crowded that it didn't give up early, but went upstream and started again.

He went down to Li again, but Wang Kui was ungrateful and sang an old play.

The grasshopper is ringing, the bookworm is happy, and the reality and emptiness of the Southern Song Dynasty.

Small yellow croaker with kebab, in the shadow play of Qibao, the old man accepts a silly apprentice.

The spring rain in March washes, the sugar water sings, and the wind rises once.

The sheepskin is twisted occasionally, whipped on the grass, and the thread is lifted and left.

Look left, look right, and banana leaves nod.

Look at the light, fingers are shaking and tobacco leaves are burning.

Guests (officials) will be rewarded with a small amount of money if they don't leave. Three shadow puppets will be tossed all night.