The flavor of the world is as thin as a veil in the year, who made the horseback riding guest in Beijing.
The small building listens to the spring rain one night, and the deep alley sells apricot blossoms in the morning.
Short, slanting lines of paper are made of grass, and the sunny window is filled with milk and tea.
There is no need for a plain coat to be worn in the wind and dust, as long as it is clear enough to reach home.
The master has learned to be bitter and empty, and all his thoughts are already cold and gray.
There is no novelty in the valley of Jiao.
What is the reason for the competition between my generation and my words?
New poems are like jade shavings, the words are clear and alert.
Retreating cursive writing, I have never seen anything.
This is the first time I have ever written a poem in cursive, and it is the first time I have ever written a poem in cursive.
It was a strange thing to see the people of Faustus, who looked at their bodies as if they were hills and wells.
It's a good thing that I'm not a big fan of the idea.
This is not the case when you think about it, because it is not an illusion.
If you want to make your poem good, you should not be tired of emptiness and quietness.
This is the reason for the quietness, and the reason for the emptiness.
To read the world and walk on the earth, to see the body lying on the cloud ridge.
There are a lot of good things to be said about the acid, but there is a great deal of flavor in it.
Poetry and law are not mutually exclusive.
The young man, Huaisu, is known as the only one in the world who writes in cursive.
The ink pool flies out of the northern sea, and the brush kills all the rabbits in the mountains.
The weather was cool in August and September, and the hall was full of drunkards and lyricists.
There are several boxes of paper, hemp and silk in rows, and the ink color of the Xuanzhou inkstone is bright.
My teacher leaned on the rope bed when he was drunk, and swept away thousands of sheets in a flash.
The wind and the rain were so fierce that the flowers and the snow fell!
Getting up to the wall without stopping, a line of figures as big as a bucket.
It's like hearing the gods and ghosts, and seeing the dragons and snakes.
The left disk and the right knit like a shocking electricity, like Chu and Han attacking each other.
Hunan's seven counties are home to several families, all of which have barrier books.
Wang Yishao, Zhang Boying, the ancient several waves of fame.
The old man Zhang Bian died of old age, and I am not a teacher of this meaning.
All things are born in the past, why do we need the Gongsun Dame to dance?
This is the first time I've ever seen a bird in a pond.
Hetu, the eight trigrams, and Luofan, the nine domains.
The dew is full of springtime light, and the bones of the clouds are full of energy.
Please look into the wood, an inch is not false.
It is the first time in my life that I have been able to read and write, and I can rest on my name.
What is the use of cursive writing to boast of the speed of the gods, to open the scroll and blur out the sorrows.
It is a good thing that I have tried it, and I laugh at myself, but when will you be able to heal?
They say that there is great joy in it, and that it is no different from a free trip.
The most recent one is the Drunken Ink, which is like drinking fine wine to get rid of all the worries.
Now I know that Liu Zi's words are not delusional, and that his addiction to charcoal is as precious as his shyness.
Jun in this art is also to the clouds, piles of walls as a hill of failed strokes.
It was a great honor for me to be the first to be able to write a book on this subject, and to be able to do it in a way that I could not have done.
It is not possible for me to create my own book, but it is a matter of pushing and pulling.
It is not a matter of time before the book is written, but it is a matter of time before the book is written, and it is a matter of time before the book is written.
No less than Zhong Zhang is enough for you, and I'm better than Luo Zhao.
It is not necessary to study hard at the pool, but to fill the bedroll with silk.
The young man was called Huai Su, and his cursive writing was the only one in the world.
The ink pool flies out of the northern sea, and the brush kills all the rabbits in the mountains.
The weather was cool in August and September, and the hall was full of drunkards and lyricists.
There are several boxes of paper, hemp and silk in rows, and the ink color of the Xuanzhou inkstone is bright.
My teacher leaned on the rope bed when he was drunk, and swept away thousands of sheets in a flash.
The wind and the rain were so fierce that the flowers and the snow fell!
Getting up to the wall without stopping, a line of figures as big as a bucket.
It's like hearing the gods and ghosts, and seeing the dragons and snakes.
The left disk and the right knit like a shocking electricity, like Chu and Han attacking each other.
Hunan's seven counties are home to several families, all of which have barrier books.
Wang Yishao, Zhang Boying, a few waves in the past.
The old man Zhang Bian died of old age, and I am not a teacher of this meaning.
All things are born in the past, why do we need the Gongsun Dame to dance?
This is the first time I've ever seen a man with a big heart, and I've never seen a man with a big heart, and I've never seen a man with a big heart.
Wine is the flag and drum, pen, sword and lance, the potential from the sky down the Milky Way pour.
Duanxi stone pool thick as ink, candlelight shooting each other flying across.
Shortly after the scroll is put back to the wine, such as to see thousands of miles of smoke and dust clear.
The husband's body should be established, and the adversary's luck is over when the line is leveled.
When will you go out at night, you will not hear the sound of whips.
The wind and sun on earth are not everywhere, the heavenly jade hall Senbao book.
I would like to see the old master of Dongpo, waving his brush and waving a hundred ducats of pearls.
My home in the south of the river to pick the clouds rich, falling snow snow is not as good as.
It's a dream of Huangzhou for the public, and I'm carrying a flat boat to the five lakes.
Where is the screen that shows the trail of Huai Su?
Though dusty and colorful, I can still see the ink marks.
The strange stones are running into the autumn stream, and the cold vines are hanging from the ancient pines.
If I were to be taught to walk alongside the water, I would be afraid that my words would become dragons.
The Son of Heaven called me, but I didn't get into the boat, claiming that I was an immortal in wine.
Zhang Xu's three cups of grass saint biography, take off his hat to show the top of the princes before, waving a brush and falling paper like clouds.
Jiao Sui five buckets Fang Zhuo Ran, talk about eloquent defense shocked the four feasts.
While I am not a good writer, there is nothing like me.
If I can understand the meaning of the book, I will always say that I don't learn.
They are the most important of all, and they are the most important of all, and they are the most important of all.
They are the best of the best, and the best of the best.
It is a good thing that you are so proud of yourself, but it is not a good thing that you are so proud of your son.
Books are often discarded, and they are often wrapped up in other people's hands.
The book was originally broad, but it ended with a fine text.
The poem of the son is also a good example, but the words are too heavy.
Lately, I have been learning to shoot, but my strength is weak.
They have been so good at it, but they are not good at it, so they are good at it.
Why should I go to all the screens and be lazy in everything?
I have heard that in ancient calligraphy, there is no better way to keep a horse than by limping.
The world's pen is bitter and proud, but the strongest among the crowd is the stony.
Zhong Zhang has been far away, and this is the left side of the time.