Tang Yin, also known as Bohu, also known as Ziwei. He has a sweet and sharp nature, and he has a crazy life, Zhang Ling, who indulges in alcohol and does not engage in any career. Zhu Yun clearly stipulates that it is a good year for the family to be closed. He ranked first in the provincial examination in the eleventh year of Hongzhi's reign. Liang Chuqi's writings were outstanding, and Cheng Minzheng, a bachelor, was also shown to the court. Minzheng was also strange. Not long after, President Minzheng held an examination. Xu Jing, a rich man from Jiangyin, bribed his children to get the test questions. When the matter was exposed, the speaker impeached Min Zheng, and the words were repeated, and he was ordered to be imprisoned and demoted to an official. If you don't accept your shame, you will become more dissolute when you return home. Ning Wang Chenhao hired him with a lot of money. Yin noticed that he had different ambitions and pretended to be crazy about drinking, which exposed his ugliness. Chen Hao couldn't bear it, so he returned it. He built a house in Taohuawu, where he drank with guests every day. He died at the age of fifty-four.

Yan Huai

Laughing, dancing and singing for fifty years. Have fun among the flowers and sleep in the moon. The name spreads throughout the country. No one cares about the lack of wine money in the waist.

The poems and poems are self-proclaimed authors. Many people call me a god. Some work must be done. Don't lose an inch of your heart.

Warning

Everything in the world is like a boat with a short canopy. Either move to the west bank or move to the east. The moon is missing and full moon several times. Several southerly and northerly winds.

No one is good as time goes by. In late spring, the flowers sometimes turn red. You must bear with what is right and wrong. Half dementia and half deafness.

Warning

Everything depends on God, don’t ask for help. The children and grandchildren live far away. Don't be careless after drinking three glasses of wine. Once you get the wind, you can harvest it.

When did trouble happen? How long will it take to stop harming everyone? It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. Everyone looked back.

Drinking and singing under the flowers

Ninety years of spring light are thrown away. Drink wine and sing songs in front of the flowers. How many days can the flowers bloom on the branches? How much life can there be in this world.

It is difficult to plant a good flower without growing it. It's easy to be a teenager and never happen again. Life is not about getting drunk in front of flowers. Huaxiao's life is also dull.

The Chang Gate is the matter

The paradise of the world is Wuzhong, and the Chang Gate in it is more powerful. There are three thousand green sleeves up and down the building, and there are millions of gold in the water from west to east.

The market sales at Wugeng are never unique. The dialects in the four distant places are always different. If the painter is asked to draw a painting, the painter should say that painting is difficult.

Poetry about chickens, inscribed with a picture of a golden rooster announcing the dawn

One of them

Wuju Wenguan with five-colored feathers, a crow scatters stars all over the sky; a copper pot with jade leaks through the Golden Gate Next, how many princes reined in their horses to listen.

Second

The red crown on the head does not need to be cut off, and the body is covered with snow when walking into the future; I dare not speak lightly in my life, and thousands of houses will be opened with one call.

Third

The blood-stained crown and brocade feathers, the high-spirited and fresh feathers; the guests facing heaven outside the Ming Dynasty Gate immediately listened to the first sound.

Autumn picture of the suburbs of Zhou Dongcun, inscribed by the painter

The carp is tied to the boat in the strong wind, and the cold mountains on both sides of the bank have been raining; a ray of setting sun has returned to the wild geese, and the white duckweed and red polygonum are in the wild pond in autumn.

Bohu pretends to be a beggar, composes poems to cheat wine

Up and up and up again, all the way to the high mountain. With your head raised, the red sun and white clouds are low, and you can see all the seas and lakes.

Injury

The white dew is desolate, and the flowers are fragrant; the hibiscus is easy to wither, and the cinnamon branches are destroyed; the road is lost, and there is no way to go;

The dawn moon shines brightly on the dusty beams, and the daytime sunshine shines on the spring sun; the scenery is disturbed by thoughts of the past, and the liver is split and the soul is flying.

Night reading

At night, I lie on my pillow and think carefully. I lie alone for a long time with the light leaking out. I think that my hair on my temples will turn gray with time, and I don’t know when my belt will turn yellow.

People say that you will jump three times after death, but I want to do one while alive. When the name is unknown, the heart is immortal, and I turn on the light to read the article.

The Qilu poem was presented to his mentor Liang Chu to show his ambition to win the championship

The ambition was not to chase the woodcutter and fishermen, but the fate of the Qin Dynasty was almost ready to be swept away; the sword is worth a hundred gold and can only be read, and the jade was deposed three times and was ignored. Sell ??everything.

Red silk dares to look forward to next year's cakes, but yellow silk is deeply ashamed of writing today; three strategies are promoted that are not ancient poems, how can God boast about them?

Inscribed on the picture of a boat sunk in a stone field

There are wonderful people in Dongting, the buildings are in the clouds; the windows and couches are like painted boats, and the mountains and rivers are clear and beautiful.

Flowing Water Poetry

Shallow water, long and endless, endless coming and going. It flows eastward in twists and turns, and it is difficult to stop it due to mountains and ridges.

Ask Yi Benteng when to rest, he will not look back until he reaches the sea.

Zhang Mengjin modified the poem "Flowing Water"

Shallow water, intermittent and continuous, clear in the mountains and turbid out of the mountains. It’s hard to turn back after twists and turns, sobbing and crying day and night.

Wen Yi was so sad that she regretted leaving the valley in the first place.

Inscribed on the wall of Wu Zixu Temple

The white horse once rode on the sea tide, which originated from Wu's previous dynasty. There were many injustices in front of me, and I was willing to borrow the sword from the general.

Crying prostitute Xu Su

The double robes of Qingbo have disappeared without a trace, the love is lingering and the resentment is heavy. The remaining powder, yellow and raw silver touches the face, so the fragrance of clothes is sent to the jade breast.

The moonlight flowers fall in front of the lamp, and people meet in their dreams when spring is over. If I am still young, I would like to teach you how to meet you in my dream.

Title: Zhang Mengjin’s portrait of half-length beauty

The natural beauty is very delicate, but it’s a pity that she is half-waisted; but she hates that the painter is ignorant and fails to describe the touching scenes.

Picture of Chrysanthemum

The yellow flower has no owner and is left alone in the winding paths of sparse fences; only money is used to buy powder, and the color of the life is paid to the west wind.

Qilu Poem Ode to Qiyun Mountain

It has been more than nine months since the suburban garden fell, and the Qiu Mountain is enjoying its first day of climbing today. The colors of the frost forest are all painted, and the wild goose characters are half-empty in cursive script.

We have a close friendship with each other, but we have little contact with Brother Kong Fang. A blessing in disguise. The chest feels quiet and empty.

Inscribed on the stone chamber wall of Qiyun Mountain

Qiyun Mountain is aligned with the wall of the stone chamber, and the green mountains are all low. The geese from north to south are separated from each other, and only the sun and moon are allowed to pass east and west.

Picture of the Wan Fan in the Autumn Wind

When autumn comes and the Wan Fan is collected together, why should a beautiful woman value feelings? Please take a closer look at the world's situation, most people will not follow the hot weather!

Wen Zhengming is pregnant with his son and is afraid of his son.

I woke up in the windy night of Qulan, and the colorful moon flows to the west, and the smoke of thousands of trees flows. The human voice gradually fades and the solitary flute plays. Where can the jade man embrace the beauty?

Visit Zhenjiang to climb Jinshan Mountain and Jiaoshan Mountain

The road of the world is north and south of the Yangtze River, and the earth has been turbulent for ancient and modern times. In the spring, travelers are sad and their hair turns white, and the soldiers burn gold in the garden.

Tang Bohu and Zhu Zhishan chanted a couplet about strange rocks

The strange rocks leaning against the clouds have been thrown around for a certain number of years. The moss grows on the hair because of the rain, and the wisteria pierces the nose and is carried by the wind.

I never eat grass by the stream, and it has been difficult to cultivate the fields in Longshang since ancient times. I hate killing the shepherd boy but I can't afford the whip, the sound of the flute hangs over the sunset smoke.

Missing Shen Jiuniang on Yangzhou Road

Looking at the two places far apart, I shed tears at the door and took off my cloth robe. Yangliu Xiaoyan is emotionally disturbed, and Lihua Muyu is in a dream.

The clouds cover the virtual gold house of Chu Pavilion, and the phoenix enters Wushan and plays the jade flute. Tomorrow the river bridge will look back again, and the moon will shine brightly, and the old friend will be thousands of miles away.

I went to Tang Yin and told him that I was not confused by my teeth in Taohua Temple, and I painted and wrote them

Fish, soup, rice and rice are good for life, and I am in my forties in a blink of an eye. Why should I be lazy when I am good, and I am not rich? Don't worry about poverty.

A game of golden vines in the monk's room, three cups of frozen spring in the wild shop; I hate myself for not being talented but still celebrate myself, I am a peaceful man who has had nothing to do for half his life.

Later modification

Tian Yi Dao is planning to live his whole life, but his forties are fleeting at the blink of an eye; he is good and lazy, so why should he be evil? Wealth is not what we hope for, so we don’t worry about poverty.

A pot of golden vines in the monk's room, three cups of frozen spring in the wild shop; such blessings cannot be eliminated, and the Taiping people will be in ruins for half their lives.

Picture of Smiling Flowers

Last night it rained on the begonias, and several of them were light and delicate. The beautiful woman came out of the orchid room at dawn and went to compare her makeup in the mirror.

Ask the man how beautiful the flower is, but the man is not as graceful as the flower. The beautiful lady became coquettish and angry when she saw the words. She didn't believe that a dead flower was better than a living person.

Crush the flowers into pieces and throw them in front of the man, asking him to sleep with them tonight.

Song of Peach Blossom Temple

In Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, there are peach blossom fairies in Peach Blossom Temple; the peach blossom fairies plant peach trees and pick peach blossoms in exchange for wine money.

When I’m sober, I just sit in front of flowers; when I’m drunk, I come to sleep under the flowers; half-awake and half-drunk day after day, the flowers fall and bloom year after year.

I hope that I will die in old age while spending time in wine, and I don’t want to bow in front of carriages and horses. Those who have rich carriages and horses are interested in it, and those who have poor wine-cup branches are destined to have good fortune.

If the rich and the noble are compared to the poor and the lowly, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky; if the poor and the low are compared to the chariot and the horse, he has to drive and I have nothing to do.

Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others because they can’t see through it; there are no tombs of heroes from the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers and no wine to cultivate the fields.

Given to Japanese friend Hikokuro

Hikokuro returned to Japan and wrote poems to commemorate the poem.

He traveled to China twice, and when he returned home he was praised for his experience. The sword is worn by the emperor in the next year, and the stars are shining in the morning and at midnight.

Li Ge bids farewell to his three-year guest, and travels across the sea of ??whales to conquer Wanli’s home. If I have to go back to this trip again, I must break a flower from Langgan.

In the seventh year of Zhengde, a book written by Tang Yin of Gusu in the summer of Renshen, Wangri

Inscribed on the picture of the falling clouds and the solitary clouds

The painting depicts the falling clouds and the solitary clouds in the smoke. No trace. I have wanted to see Wang Nanhai for thousands of years, and I once borrowed a gust of wind from the Dragon King.

Poetry given to Prince Ning

Reciting a poem in four rhymes, who do you think you should talk to? White heads are also good for hairpins and flowers, and the bright moon will hardly shine on the wine.

I have a day of leisure and endless blessings, and I spend a thousand years making fun of people. The day is full of right and wrong, and you ask me how I still don’t know?

Drunk Poetry

Under the green peach tree, the big-footed Mo Polang did not say anything about the copper coins, but first laid a reed mat bed.

Three glasses of white wine and a few heartfelt words. When will I return home and have a laugh with her?

The Poor Man's Song

If the storms of the ten dynasties were to cause a coma, eight wives and children would complain of hunger. The letter is an innocent joke on me. No one comes to buy the fan-head poem.

The white-haired old man in Qingshan is stubborn, and his life of pen and inkstone is hard. If the people in the paddy field on the lake don’t want it, who will buy my painting of Zhongshan?

The wind and rain in the deserted village are mixed with the crow of chickens, and the old wife is embarrassed by the cooking pot. I plan to sell a new bamboo shoot, but the price of bamboo shoots in the market is as low as mud.

Calligraphy, painting, poetry and prose are not always done, and I live in them occasionally. If you are willing to think that the money in Dou Li's bag is small, it will help Mr. become poor all day long.

The white door and the red hibiscus fence are next to the geese, ducks and wives. It’s hard to imitate natural interests, and you won’t feel hungry even if you don’t smoke for three days.

Words about Love of Vegetables

The taste of vegetables should not be underestimated. What would a person do without this taste? Scholars know this position and their careers will be prosperous, farmers know this taste and their food will be abundant,

Skills know this taste and their crafts will be refined, and merchants know this taste and their goods will increase their profits. I hope everyone knows this taste. Can this taste be different from the common people?

I love vegetables, and people love meat. There is too much meat in the belly of a wise man. There is a bowl of yellow rice porridge in the kitchen, which means that you will have peace and happiness in your three lives.

Picture of poems inscribed in Tao Valley

During a night of marriage-related journeys, we exchanged short words to get to know Nihong. At that time, I made Tao Chengzhi, so why should I respect the redness in front of me?

Fifty-Character Poetry

I have been laughing and dancing and singing wildly for fifty years, enjoying myself among the flowers and sleeping in the moon. His name is spread all over the country, but no one will believe that he has no money for wine.

The poems and poems are self-proclaimed author, and everyone suspects that he is a god. These must be done diligently, without losing an inch of the sky in your heart.

Satire on the alchemist

He wears rags in rags and a rag skirt, and he tells everyone he knows how to burn silver.

Why don’t you burn some for your own use and sell it to others at the head of the river?

Poetry of Falling Flowers

The peach blossoms are all gone and the apricot blossoms are empty. They bloom and fall roughly the same year after year. Since the festival is approaching the evening of March, why should people hate the fifth watch wind?

The eaves are straight and the curtains are broken, and the clothes are green, and the top bricks are as bright as brocade. When you pick it up in the Cala Luo Fang Parry, a pair of mandarin ducks are right in the middle.

Tire of Tired Embroidery

The night lilies are blooming and the garden is filled with fragrance. The jade woman stops embroidering to express her feelings. The embroidery of hundreds of flowers is all fresh and skillful. Only mandarin duck embroidery can't be done.

The Ruler of "Qi Shu Yi Ji"

The Buddha said that emptiness can also be measured, and emptiness is longer than hatred; the silver flower, treasure, and gold star ruler can recognize the fragrance of ten slender fingers.

The knife of "Qi Shu's Remaining Regret"

The crest of the crest meets the snowflakes, cutting through the murky water of the Wusong River; only the tears of lovesickness are difficult to cut, so the old marks are broken and new ones are connected.

The Needle of "Qi Shu Yi Regret"

When begging for skills in front of the building, golden needles and jade fingers are playing with spring silk; the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet every year, but it is a pity that their faces will never be separated.

The Embroidery Bed in "Qishu's Regret"

It's sad to say goodbye to the flowers after the moon sets, but the dream of the beauty of the spring tree is short and long; only the needle and thread on the embroidery bed are there, and the remaining velvet leaves the fragrance of mouthfeel. .

The lamp holder of "Qi Shu's Remaining Regret"

Three feet of silver lanterns are burning across the tent, and the joy is unfinished and the marriage is broken up; may the teachings turn into a treasure of light, shining through the underworld.

Poems on the Deathbed

If you are born in the world of the sun and have an end, there is no harm in returning to the underworld after death. The earth and the underworld are all similar, just like wandering in a foreign land.

Elegant Poetry of Zhu Zhishan

I have cherished the wonders of the world for a long time, and I have not expected to be born in middle age; the rhyme of red silk and bamboo is beyond the rhyme of tung wood, and the jade branches are buried in the loess.

I am still here despite old age and illness, and I am a prophet of the present and future. If you want to seal the secrets at that time, you can interpret the dream in the middle of the night.