Du Fu's Wuhou Temple (the temple is located in the western suburbs of Baidi). The ruins of the temple are painted green and green, and the grass and trees on the empty mountain are long. After hearing this, the Lord no longer lies in Nanyang.
Zhao Hong Ni Gong Mountain has standing rocks in the shape of mud gongs, which are naturally weird. There is no private misfortune or blessing, and no painting is needed.
Four Fengren Poems by Lu Guimeng: I miss you both day and night, and I hope to be harmonious in the morning. Danqing is spread all over the world, but it is difficult to write about Qiuhuai.
Cui Yong’s inscription on Huiyan Temple: No one thinks the mountain is small, but the monks still love the temple spirit. The palace is high and the power is high, and the dragon and the guest are beautiful.
Cui Rong’s title Hui Ju Temple: People don’t think the mountain is small, but the monks also love the temple spirit. The palace is high and the power is high, and the dragon and the guest are beautiful.
Li Bai accompanied his clan uncle Ye, the Minister of the Ministry of Punishment, and Zhongshu Jia Sheren to visit the Dongting Five Poems. The emperor's son Xiaoxiang left and did not return, leaving a lot of autumn grass in the Dongting. The jade mirror is opened in the clear lake, and Junshan is painted in the painting.
Ten Quatrains of Kuizhou Song by Du Fu: Red armor and white salt both pierce the sky, and the huts circle around the top of the mountain. The maple groves, orange trees, and green paintings are combined, and the complex roads and towers are beautifully hung.
Two Slogans of Du Fu's Death. Zheng Gong's pink paintings follow the long night, while Cao Ba's painting has turned gray. How could there ever be mountains and rivers in the world? The human world cannot understand the emphasis on Hua and Liu.
Lang Shiyuan's inscription on Yin Zhenren's Temple: The flag of the thin cloud will not be returned after it has gone, and the Yin Yin Temple is closed on the empty mountain. When I came here, I realized how wonderful the painting was. When I looked at my head, I felt like I was seeing a face of ice and snow.
Bai Juyi's painting of magnolias was sent to Dr. Yuan Zhong. The flower house is as greasy as a red lotus, and as bright as a purple peony. Only poets can understand love and write pictures for you to read.
Du Mu's Quatrains on the Screen Zhou Fang painted a slender waist on the screen, half of which is half sold out over time. The girl with long hair is leaning against the jade window, and she is still jealous and coquettish in the dust.
Gao Chan's evening view of Jinling once accompanied the floating clouds back to the late green, and I still accompany the setting sun with the sound of autumn. There are infinite painting hands in the world, but a sad picture cannot be painted.
Wu Rong's impromptu bamboo strings followed the Cui Tower, and the full banquet shocked Yuguan Qiu. Who borrowed a painting pen to draw the character "Shou" at that time?
Zhou Tan, Spring and Autumn Period and Warring States Period·Chen Zhen. The only reason to make a fuss is that it is not a snake. If you kill generals and destroy the army, you will become a pillar of the country. How can you be more powerful now?
Zhou Tan, the former Han Dynasty·Mao Yanshou, did not take out the gold hairpin to bribe the Han officials, but only lamented the jade beauty and betrayed Hu Chen. If you know that bribes can change beauty and ugliness, how can you only paint beauties in pictures?
He Ning's "Hundred Poems on the Palace" The nine-layered palace hall is clustered with paintings, and the tall willows and smoke cover the well pavilion. I don't know what day it is in the palace, so I come down the steps to count Yao's death.
Lu Shiheng’s inscription on peonies is as follows: Ten Thousand Leaves of Red Thousand Thousand Leaves of Red Ribbon Cut Off the Spring, No Painting Can Be Realistic The scenery has lasted only ninety days, so it is a pity to give it away to others.
Anonymous painting titled Tong Shi. Although the material under the forest is not bad, the characters in the painting are more beautiful. How can I write about the outside world with pictures without leaving the boudoir?
Mrs. Huarui's Gong Ci (the following forty-one poems by Wang Gui were written by the children of Liyuan). The willows lead to the ditch, and the green parasol trees surround the vermilion tower. The Pavilion of King Teng in Jinling City is a shameless painting.
The Xuanshi of Taibai Mountain painted the ground and chanted it. It took tens of thousands of years to learn painting, and the world turned into a mulberry field several times. Although the mulberry field has changed into a painting, who can become an immortal by joining the painting?
Zhuo Yingying replied to Master Xuan: For several years, I have been growing peonies in a quiet column, wrapping them in sachets and treating them to the gods. Immortals already have the art of painting, why not take it with them into the cave.
Mei Niang Attachment: Taibai Mountain Xuanshi's Paintings and Songs It takes tens of thousands of years to learn painting, and the world has turned into a mulberry field several times. Although the mulberry field has changed into a painting, who can become an immortal by joining the painting?
Li Qiao's Elegy of Wu Sansi The jade box is made of gold, and the stone with silver hook is the inscription. The short song hurts the sage song, and the long twilight weeps at the pines. Things turn into dim and foggy morning, people die and break the stars at night. It is a pity to be loyal and virtuous, and the picture is like a painting.
Lijiao Mountain is a beautiful town with a green atmosphere on the mountain. The spring flies in a strip, and the peak rises from the clouds for half a day. The ancient walls are blue and blue, with new flowers and embroidered patterns. I have opened a Zen retreat and would like to pay a visit to the Holy Mingjun.
Li Peng, as a reward to Zhongcheng of Mianzhou, sent a small picture of the country and mountains from afar, and also sent a poem about the Bajiang River and the snow-capped mountains, and the endless loop of Jingyi. The picture is written in the painting, and the mist is clear. Move your name to the county and help me relax. Wherever I want to go, it is too high to reach.
Bai Juyi's "The Resentment of Zhaojun" The concubine Ming has the most graceful appearance, and together she deserves four stars in the pepper room. I had no choice but to prepare the palace tent, and why did I serve the curtain at night? Seeing the pictures of Shu Cong and fans of Taoism, I know that Qu Na teaches Pei Lu Ting. Since your kindness is as thin as paper, there is no need to hate Danqing all the time.
Lu Zhaolin, Weng Weng Lecture Hall, Jinli Yanzhong Hall, Minshan Jixia Pavilion. There are no sparrows in the empty beams, but there are paintings on the ancient walls. The locust trees are falling and the market is hesitant. The moss is so deep that I cannot discern the inscription. Two thousand stones are very good, Jianghan expresses his legacy.
Chen Zi'ang's "Guan Jing Jade" piece: Yi Yi double white jade, this jade has phosphorus. It's worth a thousand gold, and no one in the world knows the truth. Paintings are not of different colors, but of varying severity. Don't believe in the words of jade workers, you will only feel sorry for the people of Jing country.
Chen Zi'ang praised the master's paintings of cranes on the wall, and sent them to Master Qiao's book Cui's works. The paintings of immortals on the ancient walls are still full of paintings. Dancing alone is like snow, flying alone is as warm as clouds. Since I am so proud of myself, I would rather recall my old ponds. The river and the sea are fluttering together, who can hear the long cry again?
Zhang said that the Yaoyuan banquet was given by General Wu Rensha and he was given the character "Luo". He took advantage of Yuxing in the east and had a banquet in Qingluo in the Nanyuan. Zou Mei is cited in literature, and Chen Weihuo is cited in songs. The wind-high doctor tree reveals the general medicine. When I get out of the fortress and return, the painting will go to Lin Pavilion.
Zhang Shuo: Two Elegies for the Prime Minister Su Gong. The clothes pass down the old job, and Hua Gun gives new mourning. The officials sent us off with tears on the road, and the horses neighed in the mountains when they returned. There is no daylight in good times, but there is moss in the guest pavilion.
Xue Ji sent a message to Sima Xuzhou of the Song Dynasty to take office. His younger brother and his famous brother were highly talented and inspired the two capitals. I heard swan geese in the farewell chapter, and the wagtails moved in the chapter.
Traveling far and wide with friends and writing, writing pictures in beautiful places. In the romantic and moonlit night, I miss the Yingchuan star.
Yang Lian was lucky enough to visit Wei Pavilion on the 9th day of Fenghe. He climbed up to get the word pavilion. Looking at Qin Nai from a distance, he sat in Ba Pavilion during the Double Ninth Festival. It not only opens yellow chrysanthemum wine, but also drops purple micro stars. The flute and drum are familiar with fairy music, and the mountains and rivers enter the painting screen. Fortunately, I would like to accompany you to the banquet, but I can't use it as a painting.
Chang Jian Zhaojun’s Tomb. Wouldn’t the Han Palace die, and the foreign land would only destroy it? Thousands of miles of gold are loaded with gold, but the eyebrows are like withered bones. Returning to the car and leaving the traffic jam at night, no one immediately started. *** Hate the people of Danqing, and cry for the bright moon on their graves.
Cen Shen Yongjunzhai Mural Painting Clouds (characterized by Degui) Who painted the clouds? The dust is slightly pink. The rain has not gone, and the wind has not returned. It's just that I'm leaning towards the wall, looking back at Yu Yi. Danqing suddenly took advantage of the situation and flew towards Dixiang.
Twenty Miscellaneous Poems of Qinzhou by Du Fu. Shanbei Temple in Qinzhou and the famous Weixiao Palace. The moss mountain gate is ancient, and the painting wild palace is empty. The moon is bright and the leaves are drooping, and the clouds are crossing the stream and the wind is blowing. The Qing Dynasty is extremely ruthless, and when it is sad, it looks eastward alone.
Qian Qi painted pine trees on the Yong Gate, depicting the three prime ministers of Shangyuan, Wang and Du (a poem written by Cui Dong). In the past, I heard that the bottom of the stream was growing, but now I can see the top of it. The grass is gone at this time, who knows that the year is cold. How can you help Dongyu and want to go out to the gate? It is not difficult for Ling Yun to use only Danqing pen.
Geng Mao's "Xuanzhou Bi": The cold bamboo is ashamed to accept it, and how heavy it is. The edge of the shadow is kept straight, and the energy of the heart is lazy and hidden. The paper fell and the wind blew up, shaking the sky and seeing thick dew. What else can we do without painting and literature?
Cui Dong Yongmen painted a small pine tree by Shangyuan King Du Sanxianggong (a poem written by Qian Qi). In the past, I heard that the bottom of the stream was growing, but now I can see the top of it. The grass is gone at this time, who knows that the year is cold. How can it be beneficial to the building, and how expensive is the gate? It's not difficult for Ling Yun to just focus on the painting.
Liu Yuxi, Fenghe Sikong, and Pei Xianggong wrote a letter to the old officials. Tan Xiao was in the rock corridor, and everyone did their best. The shape of the instrument can be seen standing in the mountains, and the words can be seen in the stars. The painting pen of daily luck will show red and white sacs at times. Waiting to hear that the troops and horses have ceased, he went to greet and lead the mandarin ducks on their journey.
Three poems painted by Yuan Zhen and Yang Zihua confuse the people's hearts, and they all lack justice. You can't really appreciate paintings, but appreciate paintings that are really similar. Everyone has their own style of painting, so why rely on clumsiness in workmanship? Seeking the essence of this delusion, I am sorry for you, Hua Zi.
Bai Juyi, the one who gave me the photo, is a beautiful person, but I am an ugly old man. There is no thought of labor, but the appearance of illness is painted. He sent it all the way to Qilin Pavilion, but the success was not expected. It's just a ruler, how can it be used as a portrait.
Yao He passed through the Master Qin’s Courtyard. There is a form but no body. Only the teacher’s words are the first to be true. Half of the courtyard is covered with bamboos, and there are several monks nearby who have clear chimes. The paintings on the ancient walls have fallen, and the birds on the empty eaves are tame. Yiyu sought justice, and the horses came and went frequently.
He Ning’s painting titled Eagle Hunting Rabbit Although it is a painting, it can be hurt by meditation. You praise the eagle for his sharp eyesight, but I pity the rabbit for his busy heart. It will not only increase the popularity of the people, but also increase the number of hunters. There are more than a hundred feet of shark gauze, which can be used to make clothes.
Xue Yuan’s portrait is sent to her husband. If you want to write a painting, you must first pick up a precious mirror. The face is already lonely, and the temples are gradually withered. It is easy to describe tearful eyes, but difficult to describe sadness. Afraid that the king would forget, Shi Zhan drew a picture to see.
Guan Xiu observes two true poems by Li Hanlin. His son's paintings are full of inspiration. Standing tall like a mountain, suddenly falling, refreshing like waking up from wine. It is difficult for the heavenly horses to draw together, and the fairy house has been closed for a long time. If it weren't for this generation, why would we be so proud of Tongting?
Shang Yan sent it to Sikong Shilang of Huayin. The sword has been deeply polished, and the grass is the Yuemian Pavilion. The poems are still beautiful, but the paintings are beautiful. I changed my pen to write the history of monks and burned incense to read Taoist scriptures. I didn't get the invitation, but I thought about the appearance of the crane.
Li Bai observes the pink landscape painting of Wang Zhi'an Shaofu in Boping. The pink wall is like the sky and the sky, and the blue and blue shapes are like the river and the sea. Wandering clouds don't know where to go, but every day I see white gulls. Wang Zhian, the real person of Boping, has been thinking about it for a long time and is willing to hang up his crown. The stone stairwells of Songxi River are filled with autumn colors, and I am worried about the guests returning home and sitting there in the early morning cold.
Lu Zhaolin, Chapter 9 of Zhonghe Le·Gong Zhonggong Palace No. 5, Xiangyou Shalu, celebrating Yaoyi. Yellow clouds gather during the day, and white air flies away at night. He is in the middle and acts upright, with a harmonious temperament and a slight body. Yi Xing Chi County, acting and teaching Jiao Wei. Tao Jun, the Four Concubines of the Ten Thousand Kingdoms. The river island is chanting, and the weather is returning.
Li Hua's Six Miscellaneous Poems. Xuanhuang and Danqing are the correct colors of the five qi. The sage understands its source and has rules for both the upper and lower levels. The Marquis of Qi likes purple clothes, and the wives of the Wei Emperor wear them. The female slave is disgusted with gold and green, and she is full of imagination. How can I endure Yan Ziling, the sheep's fur is dead and thorns die.
Bai Juyi's Songs and Songs·Zhaojun's Resentment The concubine Ming has the most graceful appearance, and when combined in the pepper room, she should have four stars. I had no choice but to prepare the palace tents back then, and never dedicated myself to serving the curtains at night. Seeing the pictures of Shu Cong and fans of Taoism, I know that Qu Na teaches Pei Lu Ting. Since your kindness is as thin as paper, there is no need to hate Danqing all the time.
Wang Jiyou observes the landscape of Shiren's murals. Savages rarely stay in other people's homes. When they see this mountain, they call it dawn. Half of the wall is still perched on the ridge above the clouds, and the curtains are opened to release the birds in the lake. It's the one who sits alone in the long pine, and gets up too late to wave again and again. Yu Gong laughed and said to me, "My younger brother Danqing is capable of doing what you want."
Liu Yuxi’s reply to Yu Linghan’s Bitu Poem in Dongyang: Dongyang is originally a beautiful landscape, not to mention the former Shen Yinhou. It has made people in the country understand and chant it, and now the county magistrate is also popular. The newly opened Tan Cave is a wonderland, and the paintings are written as far away as Yongzhou. If it falls into the hands of an ordinary painter, it can still bring about autumn.
Bai Juyi recalled the new flowers and trees on the east slope of Zhongzhou in the Western Province, so he sent an inscription to the east tower. Every time he looks at the painted trees under the palace, he never forgets the beautiful forest on the horizon. Today's eyes are in Xiye Yuan, and last year's heart is in Nanbin Tower. There is no distinction between flowers and spring, and feelings about objects and people have different depths. I most recall the red and rotten rice on the east slope, the wild peach mountains and the apricot trees in the water.
Bai Juyi's view of the river tower at night, the scenery is unique, and he writes a poem about it, sending it to Zhang Yuanwai of the Water Department. The sun is setting between the drizzle and the rain, the river is bright and the sea is cool. The mirage scatters and the clouds close up the pavilions, and the remaining water of the rainbow cuts off the bridges. The wind turns the white waves into thousands of pieces, and the wild geese dot the sky with a line of characters. I took some good pictures and wrote poems to send to Shui Cao Lang.
Du Mu's Immediate Matter (composed by Huangzhou) Thinking of the three years of Shangdang's war, he leisurely chanted Zhou Gong's July poem.
The bamboos and silks have not been heard on the death festival, and the paintings and spiritual flags can be seen in the sky. A depressed city is like a fish's tail; morning and night, a war breaks out and a tiger's skin is known. Mo Xiao's troops are plotting to the east, and the autumn waves all over the river are jagged and green.
Chu Sizong weeps for Mr. Peng. The guest in Taniguchi River hurts himself, and he can mourn the setting sun with sobs. The cranes on the empty steps fall in love with the blue shadows, and the autumn rain moss seals the white stone bed. The officiating orphan is just learning the language, but the traveler has not returned home without a matchmaker. The disciples went far away to mourn the night, and the moon filled the old thatched cottage on Qianshan Mountain.
Four poems by Fang Qian for beauties. The immortals in the past are now beauties. Meeting each other in the depth of winter is like spring. Smiling at twice the price of remuneration, it was early to start singing. In the past, he was Xiao Shi's companion, and now he should be a neighbor of the Song family. After a hundred years of separation, I found out who was there, so I had to send a painting to capture the truth.
Fang Qian, Shangshu, created two new poems on the enemy tower. Foreign lands are always a place of joy, and songs ring in the bells night after night. The rising sun shines under the bed in the ordinary morning, and the remaining clouds fall beside the wine in the evening. Although I peered into the lower realm in front of the threshold, I didn't know that the sky was in the window. It is necessary to divide the painting hand and draw banners to surround the immortal.
Luo Yin sent it to Wei Yi, a native of Nancheng. The Wei Quhua in Du Fu's poem is still a scoundrel and a wealthy family. The beauty's sleeves are covered with dew at dawn, and the fragrance fills the carriage when the gentleman is drunk. Thousands of miles of painting cannot be passed on, and the hatred of two years of wind and rain has no limit. I envy him the high sleeper in the southern stream, and enjoy the beauty of things when spring comes.
Luo Yin's Autumn Post. Before the picture was over, he turned back and stopped after seeing all the things in the world. Only the treasure mirror of the Hundred Gods will never invade the empty boat. Although Zeng Lin was divided into different duties, he was close to Jinling and occasionally visited him. People don't know how to travel from east to west. Shangqing traces his traces in Xuanzhou.
Zheng Gu Begonia The spring breeze is intended to even out the colors, making it popular for carrying glasses and composing poems. The beauty is most suitable for new rain, and the beauty is all about blooming. Don’t worry about pink and white being lazy by the window, and Liang Guang being slow to click on his paintings. I can't see enough of him when he's drunk in the morning and sings in the evening. I envy him that butterflies live on deep branches.
Han Xie In the same year, Li Langzhong of the Yu Dynasty went to Changsha from Changsha. He gave me a purple stone inkstone to compose poems and write letters for him. If you don't build a straight line towards the east wall, you have to build a grassy and beautiful poem to the west. The purple light is called a near-painting pen, and the sound and rhyme are suitable for cutting beautiful poems. The ministers of Pengdao are now in exile, and Mr. Xian returns to force Long Chi.
Li Jianxun's Chongtai Lotus leans against the autumn wind and is unparalleled. The flowers and dew are stained evenly. Since I was born in the southern country for auspiciousness, who will send the pictures to the northerners? The bright moon and several nights are the same as the green water, and the peony has no way out of the world of mortals. Not long after Lian Yi stood up, she was secretly attracted by the sweet fragrance.
Chen Tao donated it to Luo Zhongcheng, Fujian Road. I never tire of listening to the new songs of Yue Yan. The building is high and the boat is lying in the quiet south. I haven't heard of the Dragon Sword in Jianshui, and I should like to pick up the actress in Jiashan. The example of three successful achievements is Guangdiance, and he has been awarded a title and made a lot of pictures all his life. Huang En returned to the west in a few days, and the courtyard was filled with eucalyptus trees.
Jiang Yigong inscribed Zhang Daoyin on the Dragon Painting in Taishan Temple. The world has nothing to do with interpretations of painting, but only his son has mastered the mysteries and obtained the spirit of ink. There should be ghosts and gods looking at the pen, how could there be no wind and rain to help it take shape? The waves of prestige and suspicion return to the sea, and the power is about to reach Yaoming above the clouds. After quietly closing the green hall late at night, the curtain seemed to smell fishy at dawn.
Tan Yongzhi's Autumn Evening by the River, A Thousand Bells of Purple Wine Recommended Calamus, and Orchid Boats Dwelling in Songdao. In the song, there is orange fragrance, guest flute on the river, and in the words, there is a mist written by Yue Monk. During the chanting period, the sweat drives away the golden tiger, and the beautiful scenery crosses the jade fish. The seven-color flower Qiu and the sound of a crane will bring happiness to the sky.
Huang Wen, Xiangjiang River It is spring in March at the beginning of Xiaoxiang River, and wicker sticks shake the sun to shake gold. Where is the sound of the partridge? The mist is deep in front of Huangling Temple. If you want to paint a picture without a good hand, you can pick up the jade and meditate for a long time. The horse's hooves are not reserved for travelers, and the forest is full of worries and looks back many times.
Qi Ji, a doctor who painted egrets and bamboo slips, once looked to Cangjiang River to see the real thing, but he saw the spirit in the painting. Why don't you have high qualifications with gold powder and don't need to paint this body. The bank of pu leaves is long enough to reflect the belt, and the luxuriant flowers are a good match for each other at night. Thinking about painting is better than cage, wild origin does not love people.
Qi Ji Xie Renhui's "Ten Talents" is a wonderful painting of "Ten Talents", with jade peaks and ice edges. Drunk and dancing, Li wears a real eagle, chants wildly and collapses the auspicious unicorn. The churning mountain of creation has been exhausted, and the sea of ??pearls has become almost impoverished. I still know the music and pictures, hanging in the thatched cottage is like a blind date.
Lingche Fenghe Langzhong inscribed the fourteenth rhyme of Xianyan Waterfall. It has been three years since I was idle in a county, and the people have been safe. Every time I have the heart of a chaste scholar, Sun Xu still falls behind. After a hundred generations, it was discovered before the ancients. You can touch the dangerous road and hear the gurgling sound in the depths. There are thousand-year-old trees above and a spring of hundreds of feet flying below. There are thunderstorms in the clear valley, and frosty smoke condenses on the blue sky. The big ravine is approaching from afar, and it is connected with the square pot in the dark. The white stone is cold in color, and the old vines have fresh flowers and leaves. Emperor Xuan has gone away, but the trees are still empty. The bright moon rises high into the sky above the Bishan Mountains. There are wild bamboos and cypresses in the plains, even if they are far away. Always willing to repay the kindness of the country, I will spread the golden fields. Mu Mu was born in the early court, and he was Yingyingdan and Yinxian. Whoever thinks about Cangzhou wants to cross the giant river.
Dugu Ji and Li Shangshu Paintings and Songs of Shooting Tigers Hungry tigers stand on the road, thousands of people are frightened and the beasts are angry. Who is the one with the red bow and golden arrowhead? The whip blows and flies to control the meteors. Unexpectedly, the true state can be seen in the painting, which is to eliminate evil and ignore selfish interests. At that time, when the army was rich, five soldiers were already there, and the white forehead was not yet punished for the shame of the strong men. The baht is far away and hanging in the middle. If you don't hit it, you won't think about it. The arrow can be broken like a broken stone, and the enemy's mountain will be empty when the string is used. The murderous atmosphere filled the hall and onlookers were horrified, and the wind was as rustling as the wind growing in the cliff valley. The subtlety of concentration is at the very end, and the same effect can be achieved by creating things. Uncle Fang Bingyue was given a new order, and the painting was invigorating, and the tranquility at the bottom was difficult to come up with, and the sighs were not enough to be written. In his era, nature nurtured all things, and he also used this method to bring peace to the people.
Li Bai’s Miscellaneous Songs and Songs: Picking Flowers in Khotan A man picking flowers in Khotan said that the flowers are similar. Once Ming Fei entered Hu from the west, many beauties in Hu would die of embarrassment. I know that there are many famous Shu in Han Dynasty, but there are no comparable flowers in Hu. Paintings can make the ugly look beautiful, and they will fall into the deep palace without salt. Since ancient times, I have been jealous of my eyebrows and my white teeth are buried in the sand.
Song Zhiwen arrived at Yakou for the first time. The mountains at Yakou were cut off, and the cliffs towered into the sky. The sunset is red with anger, and the shadows are blue in the spring pool. Brocade is woven with moss, and paintings are painted with turquoise. Waterfowl are everywhere, and rocks and flowers are flying over the gravel. From now on, the narrow road is deep, and I am here to serve. The melancholy continues, and the peaks are darkening.
Song Zhiwen Shun Temple in Huangtan, Guizhou Yu Shi visited hundreds of countries, and it is said that he buried nine suspects. The elves travel here, and the sun shines on the temple trees. During the ceremony, the crowd suddenly looked at the two concubines in pictures. The gods and beasts lead the dance, the immortals disappear and the phoenix returns. The sun is shining brightly, the mountain air is falling, and the river is dimly lit. The emperor's hometown is thirty thousand miles away, riding on the white clouds to return.
Chen Zi'ang said farewell to Xiao Si and Liu Sanxuan Xin on the river. They said goodbye to Cangjiang last night and promised to travel to Han Dynasty. I would rather meet here and meet Wulingzhou. When the ribbon is tied, it is still a blessing, and when the cup is held, it is facing Liu. The waves in the pool are endless, and you can look at them for a long time. The mountains and rivers are colorful, and the smoke and clouds are purple and green. Finally, I am ashamed of my friends from gods and immortals and come to pick up the savage boat.
Chu Guangxi inscribed Master Xiao’s Zen residence as the True King Qingjingzi, who lived in Yan and returned to Xingxin. Jie Yu is a neighboring town, and his words are not far away. The husband's room is full of paintings, and the courtyard is deep with grass and trees. The beauty is dark and winter-haired, and the branches are overcast in the daytime. The river reflects the Zhuhu, and the mountain birds sing in the fragrant forest. Living alone has become silent, and I know how to float and sink.
Li Bai picked flowers in Khotan. A man picking flowers in Khotan said that the flowers were similar. Once Ming Fei entered Hu from the west, many beauties in Hu would die of embarrassment. I know that there are many famous Shu in Han Dynasty, but there are no comparable flowers in Hu. Paintings can make the ugly look beautiful, and they will fall into the deep palace without salt. Since ancient times, I have been jealous of my eyebrows and my white teeth are buried in the sand.
Li Cheng's "Guanqing Cloud Picture" The five clouds are auspicious from the outside, and the algae are painted into a picture. When will Ke Ye change, the painting will remain unchanged. The non-smoky color is still beautiful, and the shape of the cover should be special. The colorful look is still there, but the light and gloomy look is gone. Just when you are about to encounter Cuiyan, you will see Cangwu. The desire to know comes from the dragon, and now I meet the holy talisman.
Li Xingmin's Provincial Examination of Qingyun Pictures. It's not smoke that condenses in the desert, it's like a cloud of cover. Still stationed in the dragon's mind, Quan Shu holds the Japanese language. The light rises due to the five colors, and the shadows are divided into the sky. Split Su Guan Jiarui, Phi Tu congratulations to the Holy Lord. It is better to see the sweat together than to see the atmosphere.
Li Deyu, Fenghe and Wei Shiyu, accompanied Xianggong on a tour. Kaiyi’s Five Characters and Six Rhymes: The Yanggong chases the victory, and now the land is at ease for the time being. The scenery is the same as that of Nanxian, and the pictures are as beautiful as those of the Northern Dynasties. The stone canal clears the summer air, and the tall trees stir up the fresh air. Reciting the Dharma, rare birds gather together, and listening to the Sutra, the drunk elephant tunes. Occasionally, it tastes like nectar, but I feel it is more fragrant. I want to know how many days the remaining smoke will be sold in the nearby city.
Li Deyu's first summer's clear scenery wants to live in the mountains. The shade of the beautiful trees first closes, and the scenery in the mountains is renewed. The bird's words are unknown in summer, but the orchid path still has the remaining spring. The hanging strips of radish are scattered all over, and the long wheel of osmanthus is supported. There are endless pictures to be written, and dreams in the night are unreal. The moon is left in the empty pavilion, and the empty boat is like treating others. When do you lean on the orchid pole and look at the pavilion on the pavilion?
Zheng Tian's wheat ears and two ridges. The saint worries about a thousand acres, and the good seedlings recommend the two ridges. Just like the clouds, the appearance is prosperous, and the ears suddenly become strange. The auspicious dew drips vertically and horizontally, and the auspicious wind blows left and right. Singing songs even in Shangyuan, the sun spreads all over Pingpi. Historical books are valuable, and paintings are more appropriate. I hope that the trees will grow together for thousands of years.
Yang Lao was rewarded by Zhongcheng and went to the King's Tower of Yue to see what he had sent. The book outside the sword came and he folded it in a hurry. Paintings capture mountains and rivers, and strengthen and soothe the mind. The less things happen, the better the counties will be. Jiang Hui will see you again. It is better to say goodbye after a long time than to see each other again. The poems are combined with burning incense and chanting, and the sorrow should be due to the strong wine. Yu Lou is colder and more recalling, his heart is broken by the snow on thousands of peaks.
A work by Li Qi and Zhang Yuan's wife. The scholar in Luozhong was deep in the dark, and he filled the garden with his hands to bring scriptures. Wang Zhan saw the Book of Changes at his bedside, and the biography of Changkang was full of paintings. Heguan Gegui has no reputation, he plays games, composes poems and chats about his feelings. Qing Yan only went to the Wei family, and he could praise Taiwei Zhong with his pen. Orchids are planted in Dongli in February. There are few people in the back streets and the birds are noisy. When I heard that the Taoist official asked what was going on, I was willing to let Lao Chaimen have his hair on his temples.
Qi Ji Dianthus Flowers The dianthus flowers bloom and illuminate the courtyard stones, and the red moss gives the color of leaving the palace. One or two branches are smiling at the beginning of the wind, and the orangutan's blood is splashing on the low bushes. I often lament that I have no true vision in this world, but I am trapped by the pain of painting. Who seeks the merit of good fortune for the root, and spits out Chunyuan courage for the king. It is in full bloom at noon during the day, and the rosy clouds are shining brightly on the pool platform. The fragrance is as rich and gorgeous as ever, and the white butterflies and bees are dying.
Liu Changqing looks at the beauty shoji painted by Li Chou. It shows the beauty of the artist, and the painting is full of wisdom. Wu Jian has obtained the image, and there is more business outside the image. Xizi cannot be seen, and it will never be returned again in a thousand years. The empty order is in the state of sand, still in the hair. A smile is not easy to come by, two moths are like affection. The breeze from the window does not lift my sleeves, but my clothes feel light. The spring breeze comes with the green curtain of the Huatang, and the golden screen of the cabinet opens with the dawn. When I saw the crowd, I just went to the Cloud Terrace.
Jiaoran Guan Youcheng, the King of Wei, Cangzhou Picture Song. Cangzhou is mistakenly true, and the lush green leaves suddenly fill the eyes. Then there is love in spring, and the flowers are blooming. When the wind blows and the grass does not move, it is only then that I realize how beautiful my painting is. The changes in the painting are hard to find, and the unexpected changes can move people's hearts. It is still said that the color of rain is slanting on the seat, and it suddenly seems like the cool water comes into the lap. Cangzhou said that it was close to Sanxiangkou, but who knew that the book would be in your hands. When the picture is covered with brown and surrounded by the water, the shadow is the same as that of the old man in Cangzhou.
Liu Changqing's Song of Harmony·Wang Zhaojun is conceited and charming, and does not care about the beautiful people. Unexpectedly, Fenyou can bear the burden, but it makes Ronghua fall over. He got on his horse and resigned from the king to marry a proud man, and his beautiful face was silent to others. Wild geese float in the north wind in the clear autumn, and the Yellow River is the only one seen thousands of miles away. The slender waist is no longer favored by the Han Palace, and the twin moths look like Hu Tianchou. There are many bitter tunes in the strings of the pipa, and the sounds of the Qiang and flute are in harmony with each other. A pitiful song spread to Yuefu can hurt Qiluo for thousands of years.
Liu Changqing Wang Zhaojunge is self-respecting and charming, and does not care about the beautiful people. Unexpectedly, Fen Hui can help each other, but it makes Rong Hua lose her body. He got on his horse and resigned from the king to marry a proud man, and his beautiful face was silent to others. The north wind is blowing wild geese, the clouds are floating in the autumn, and the Yellow River is the only one seen thousands of miles away. The slender waist is no longer favored by the Han Palace, and the twin moths look like Hu Tianchou. There are many bitter tunes in the strings of the pipa, and the sounds of the Qiang and flute are in harmony with each other. Who can pity a song spread to Yuefu, which can hurt Qiluo for thousands of years?
Gao Shi's painting of horses (he held a banquet with the princes, Li Taishou of Suiyang, and each presented an object). The horse's hair is the color of money and horseshoes, and the pattern is brilliant and proud. The horse is motionless and the momentum is coming, and there is no dust on Quan Qi's kick. Thanks to his unparalleled reputation as a master, the speaker was speechless. A unicorn can be treasured if it steps alone, but if there are thousands of horses, you will know how to find it. In the end, he was not as good as he was on the saddle, carrying a beautiful hub, and riding a flying horse. He Jun cuts and brushes with you, and he travels thousands of miles in a day like a whirlwind.
Bai Juyi's old portraits with inscriptions I used to be thirty-six years old, and my appearance was in my paintings. I am now forty-six years old and lying in Jiangcheng. How could he be older than ten years, and he had suffered a lot with others? Once the picture remains the same, there is no return to the previous appearance. They looked at each other silently, like a younger brother to an older brother. If others see it, they will not be ignorant of it. Xihe whips the sun and goes without stopping for me. The body belongs to the sun and the moon, so it is no surprise to grow old. The Lingyan Pavilion that I hate is not allowed to draw fame.
The clock spoke and the divination operator was slow. In the peach blossom courtyard, the smoke is heavy and the dew is cold, and it is lonely and smoke-free on a clear day. The wind blows on the bead curtain, remembering last year. I cherish the spring heart, but I don’t like to spend time doing window embroidery. Relying on Pingshan Mountain, sleeping in undressed clothes. The drunkenness secretly consumes the remaining wine. I have been relying on danger for a long time. The jade bamboo shoots are stolen and the moths fight lightly. A little lovesickness, everything is welcome. Drawing a gold hairpin, I want to buy a painting hand. Write farewell and send your appearance to make the person look thin.
Yuan Hui sent Zhang Shangshu to patrol the border in accordance with the Holy System of Harmony. He set out to declare nine orders and divided the land into three units. At the beginning of the painting, the words came from heaven. Painting is not the sole responsibility, Tao and strategy should be combined. Sit down and see the power and harmony, and your career will be restored. The banners are sent by the dawn clouds, and the drums and drums are urged by the new wind. The Qi of the captives disappears and the moon fades, and the sound of the edge rhymes with the falling plum blossoms. Yu Shuxiong lives in the north, and Long Mo sleeps in the south. The gold in favor and battle is gone, and the loss of sincerity will come back in the day. After leaving Zhang Chen and Hanfa, the gate of the ancestral banquet country opened. If you want to know the grace and prosperity, you will have literary and military talents throughout your life.
Li Qi bid farewell to Zhang Bingcao. Xiao Xiangguo of the Han family has made great contributions to the five princes. The meritorious deeds are great, the painting and tin life are excellent. You are forbidden to marry your son-in-law, and you are vying to see beauties traveling around. On the day when Xun ordered to burn incense, Pan Lang shook up the algae in autumn. The new parrot gift is capable of wearing clothes and wearing fur. Don't worry about the car being far away, but still looking for the secluded trees and grass. The pear leaves of the garden are flying, and the water in Yishui is clear and cold. The old pass road is covered with snow, and the Xiangfeng Tower is covered by clouds. With only a small amount of wealth, all things are in vain. After parting, we asked each other, and there were two white gulls on the waves.
Du Fu's Shi Yan's Poetry Ping Gong Jin's poet has beautiful hair that I envy. In the Three Gorges, I was sent to Shiyan for a long roar. Ju Puyu chiseled away what was left, and you saw the strange shape alone. Its slipperiness is like waves, its light is like thunder and lightning. Each of Lian'ao is full of ink, and a lot of water is looming. The sway can accommodate several people, and ten hands can face each other. The crown on the head is higher than that of a male, but the chastity is not inferior. When the public writes good verses, it will be a feast at the end. The public contains a drafting posture, not far from Mingguang Hall. To the land of paintings, I know you will follow Gu Xiao.
Du Fu presented it to Yu Fifteenth Sima, who was the secret supervisor of Yu Yuanshi. Now I am happy to meet my great-great-grandson. The image is vivid and the family's voice and instruments are preserved. The desolation pity the writing style, the majesty asks the etymology. The golden sky is clear and refreshing, and the jade and dew are complex and clear. Standing still to cry out the phoenix of the Southern Yue, I want to transform into the Kun of the Northern Ming. The communication is familiar with vulgarity, and Confucianism is the same. When we meet each other as guests, we will be honored day and night. The wind blows the leaves on the beach, and the moon rises over the clouds and rivers. Half a century has passed, and the four of them dare to say goodbye. Books meet each other in the end, and green mountains separate the hometown.
Yang Shier and Wu Xiang sent some letters to the ministers in the early morning and presented them to the secretariat of the palace. At dawn, Kuilong rose to purple. The stars dominate the emperor's throne, and the sword follows the heavenly secret. Geng Geng's golden wave is missing, and his jade is rare. The colorful paper depicts squatting beasts of prey, and the painted fans list the names. The ambition is great, the grace is raining and the dew is falling. Three platforms show off the building's poles, and one virtue and virtue hang down. Prosperity depends on culture and education, and ambition is on the power of martial arts. Distinguished honors are like being carried far away, and good spirits are like smoke. The resistance is uncompromising, and the unity of the heart is still contradictory. Good luck to you, May your day shine brightly in the mountains.
Li Shangyin paid Linghu to the doctor to see him. He hoped that the doctor would visit the ancient county and sprinkle his paintings with beautiful verses. You should leave Qiu Chi's house and still pass Liuyun Ting. The seal came to Jiang Miaomiao, and the letter went to Yu Mingming. I heard the immortal secrets in Juqu and got the Buddhist scriptures in Linchuan. I sing in the morning to support the guest's pillow, and at night I read and wash the monk's bottle. There are no reed geese in their mouths, only fireflies and rotting grass are flowing in the air. The earth should be sad about the well, and the sky should be angry and thunderous. The elephants and flowers are close to each other, and the saliva of the dragon is soaked in the fishy shore. Tonify the greedy purple osmanthus, and support the negative Qi Qingping. Thousands of miles away from the hug, in danger of litigation.
Pi Rixiu's Taihu Poetry·Shenggu Temple (in Dugu Mountain) Luo Shen has spiritual elegance, and the ancient temple is near Kongzhu. The heavy rain refutes the paintings, and wild roses surround the beams. The wild wind spins the cap of sesame seeds, and the hungry crow holds the pepper paste. Maple flowers fall silently, and flying squirrels fight from time to time. On the eve of Changyun's March and May Eve, I will meet the beautiful couple. The purple aunt is left under the moon, and the green girl is summoned in the frost. Suddenly the ring rings, and the machine honks suddenly. When the joy is heard, the fragrance comes from nowhere. Staring as if waiting, soulless and speechless. The clouds and rain are not coming, where is the mercy.
Gao Shi stayed in Luoyang with Bi Yuanwai to watch the painting of horse songs. I know that you love playing the harp and you are still good at horses. I always think about my single father, and sometimes my heart goes to Wancheng. When meeting a guest, the world's most talented person will be born in vain, and he will control the dragon matchmaker. The host entertained the guests and opened the barrier, saying only that Qi Ji was coming from the extreme west. Half the wall was unstoppable, and the whole hall was filled with wind. The boy in the house was stunned and wanted to whip him first, and the horse was frightened and neighed, but he kept looking at it. Then I realized that all wonderful things are pitiful, and Yanzhao City's horses are in vain. Even if the scissors and brushes are useless, the victory is still in front of you.
Bao Rong and Mr. Zhou’s Painting of Dongting Song A guest from the south of the Yangtze River, the water is his hometown and the boat is his home. He can know the earth’s veins with the sharp strokes of his pen. The Chu River flows into the beautiful scenery at leisure, and there is no way to go down to this hall to face the Dongting. The water flows and the smoke does not move, the trees are dense and the mountains are green and green. The emperor's son should mourn the graceful clouds, and the guests seem to have dreams of beautiful women. In June, fire shines on the clothes, and I sit in silence and listen to the gurgling sound. Lin Bing shakes the mirror and the water blows the mat, lying alone in the clear autumn breeze all day long. Because I traveled to Dongting without leaving home, I doubted that you would have a way to live forever. Where is Mr. Yuhu?
Du Fu inscribed Master Li’s Shozi Song on the Pine Tree. I combed my white hair early in the morning, and a Taoist priest from Xuandu came to visit me. He held his hair and called his son Yan to enter the house, carrying a newly painted green pine barrier. The shoji pine forest is quiet and dark, and Ping Xuan suddenly seems to have no pictures. The cliff is covered with frost and snow, and the cover is in the shape of a horned dragon. I have been curious about ancient times all my life, and I am interested in getting together with the elves. It is known that the immortals want to have a blind date, but they also feel that the good man has a lonely heart. Matsushita's father-in-law wears the same clothes, and he looks like a businessman sitting there. I sing the song of purple zhi in despair, and the sad wind comes when the crisis is miserable.
Pei Xie, a contemplative monk, paints peach blossom pictures and songs. After the death of Tianbao King Wei, he met the master Xiu now. Among the four paintings of Neng Xiangxiao, the painting is secretly competing with the spring. If you see the hook light, you should be ashamed to kill it, and the halo is green and even red gradually. The colorful pens are like the east wind, blowing away one by one. The swallow branches are suddenly as wet as dew, which makes the delicate oriole obsessed with it. How many wandering bees fly around all day long, looking all over the flower heart in search of a place to enter.
The kung fu is so wonderful and wonderful that it seems to be in good time. It is better to keep it until late winter and spread it in front of the building to remove frost and snow.
Du Fu passed by the former residence of Guo Daigong. He had not met the handsome man for the first time, and his traces may have been omitted. On behalf of the public servant, how can he be free and easy when he has access to the spring? When my husband ascended the crown of his head, he was so angry that he burst into thin air. When Lei Luo meets a stranger, how can he be kind to him? After deciding on the strategy of the dragon, the palace was clear. In Russia, we distinguish between respecting relatives and commanding people. The princes are ashamed, but the royal family is not weakened. A very famous minister, the painting illuminates the Tai Pavilion. I found the ruins of my trip, all the ponds and pavilions were sparsely carved. When Duke Zhuang came to an end, Gu Bu burst into tears. Gao chanted the sword chapter, and the god delivered it to Mingmo.
Zhang Jiuling’s inscription on the landscape and obstacles. The heart is still tired because of the external distractions. Occasionally, because of my good ears and eyes, I can restore the beauty of the fake painting. Try to embrace the wild meaning, but force the middle edge of the area. The worldly affairs are over, but the will will never change. Good work suits my wishes, wonderful ink touches the rocks and springs. The changes are gregarious, profound and natural. Place it on Chen Beitang, which looks like in front of Nanshan Mountain. There is no quiet house or court, and the journey has already gone astray. Hemerocallis is worried about the tree, and the albizia is angry and beneficial to the weeds. The reason for this small thing is that it relies on Youquan. The words and images will disappear by themselves, and the thoughts and colors will express themselves. Having fun playing makes me feel at ease.
Zhang Zirong presented it to Mr. Si Xun, Mr. Xiao, to open the Yellow Pavilion and play Chichi for him. The monarch and his ministers are in harmony, and the father and the son are valued at the same time. The country responds by recommending the virtuous, and the family has no doubts. Fengchi is a true water mirror, and orchid provinces are rich in beauty. Before seeing the romantic days, I first heard about the new poems. The mountains and rivers are clear and beautiful, and the flowers and trees are beautiful and beautiful. It will be late when the officials come, Wang Yan is here to read. The painting is perfect, and the rain is also expected. In the past, I was thrown into a deserted place, looking out at the barren island in the lonely smoke. A flock of gulls hangs around all day long, and the fallen leaves are sad for several years. The fisherman left to sing, and Concubine Jiang entered the poem. Now I will dedicate myself to my close friend. I appreciate you and don’t deceive me.
Cen Shen Liu Xianggong Zhongshu Jiangshan Painting Barrier. I just realized that the painting pen can take away the power of creation. Xiaoxiang is between the curtains and in the horizontal seat of the hut. Suddenly I suspected the Phoenix Pond, which was secretly connected to the river and the sea. The clouds are above the pink and white lake, and the peaks in the sky are blue and green. The moon is always visible day and day, and the solitary sail is like the wind. The rock flowers do not fly down, and the stream grass has no spring or winter. Carrying tin incense burners and fishing for Canglang Weng. How to make peace with Tianjin? I still miss the traces of dust. The heart of wealth is light, but the prosperity of mountains and forests is strong. The hustle and bustle is quite different, and the situations and situations are different. Please, for the sake of the common people, do not chase the red pine tree.
The eighty-two rhymes of Han Yu and Xi (in the 11th year of Yuanhe, Kui and Yu were both in charge of imperial edicts). The dawn of the Milky Way in Jiangque, the spring breeze on the right side of the east wind. The official name is beautiful, the flowers and thoughts are new. During the morning and evening travels in Qimo, the silk quilt was worn at night. The sun and moon are opened across the horizontal gate, and the stars are cut out from the high pavilion. The grass in the garden becomes cold, and the sky is gone. The sound of the ditch is urgent in the garden, and the willow color is even in the city. Lunzuo's plan is prosperous, and Danqing is close to Wu. The flowers are fragrant and contain ax algae, and the scenery is smooth. Look at the red medicine beside the bricks, chant the white apple while patrolling the pond. Spend more time with wine companions, and be a poet for the rest. It's hard to hide one's clumsiness by leaning on jade, but one can only mix one's true nature by playing the Yu for a long time. Sitting in shame, I grow old, and the rivers and seas have not yet returned.
Brightly watching Pei Xiucai’s Song of Pine and Stone Barrier. Whoever crafted this pine can only brush the ink, and the ingenuity of the painting can’t be achieved. At the beginning of the writing, the wind is rising on the top of the pine tree, and the situation is competing with that of the real pine tree. The thin leaves of Gaoke are rustling, and at first I can hear a faint rustling sound. The double pines on the left and right are even more amazing, and the dragon scales and tail are still half broken. After spring, the cold weather persists, and it will snow when the sky is overcast. The stone in Jingmen is shaped like a lingyu, and it is curled up into several pieces leaning against pine roots. There are traces of sticky moss and traces of gurgling water from several nights. Peisheng's family of poets came to visit later and made pictures and played with loose stones for me. You have a high worldly attitude towards it, so why bother you to get on the mountain?
Li Bai's Miscellaneous Ballads·Song of General Sima (on behalf of Longshang athlete Chen An) The strong wind blows the ancient moon and steals Zhang Huatai. The stars set in the north move with brilliance, and the powerful generals marching south are like clouds and thunder. In his hand, he dragged the Heavenly Sword with electricity and cut the long whale straight into the sea. When I see the buildings and boats, my eyes are full of excitement, which is quite like the dragon flying down to Sanshu. The troops are raised to practice battle and the flag is raised, and the white waves in the river are like silver houses. Living in a jade tent and facing the river, he has a purple beard like a halberd and a crown of Cui Wei. Xiliu opened the camp and bowed to the emperor, only to find out that Ba Shang was a baby. The Qiang flute blows Agaanhui horizontally, blowing plum blossoms into the moon tower. The general rises and dances with his long sword, and the strong man's shout moves the nine walls. The success is presented to the Ming Dynasty, and the painting is painted on the Qilin Terrace.
Li Bai's Song of General Sima (in behalf of Longshang athlete Chen An) The strong wind blows the ancient moon and steals Zhang Huatai. The stars set in the north move with brilliance, and the powerful generals marching south are like clouds and thunder. The electric shock Yitian Sword in his hand cut the long whale and opened the sea water. When I see the buildings and boats, my eyes are filled with excitement, which is quite like the dragon flying down to Sanshu. The troops are raised and the flag is raised, and the white waves in the river are like silver houses. Living in a jade tent near the river, he has a purple beard like a halberd and a crown of Cui Wei. The thin willows are spread out to bow to the emperor. Only then did he know that Ba Shang was a baby. The Qiang flute blows Agaanhui horizontally, blowing plum blossoms into the moon tower. The general rises and dances with his long sword, and the strong men move the nine walls with their shouts. The success is presented to the Ming Dynasty, and the painting is painted on the Qilin Terrace.