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Poetry on the theme of flowers and birds

Professor Zhang's Spring Breeze and Rain in the South of the Yangtze River

Li Zhonghua

Boundless misty rain crosses the south of the Yangtze River, and larks in the forest are as fast as a fairy.

The place where Dongfeng held court lit the morning glow and dyed the sky red. Two songs are dedicated to Professor Zhang.

Li Zhonghua

one

Rooted in Wumen Mogengqin, he devoted himself to flowers and birds with new ideas.

Painting has become famous for decades, and childlike innocence is more true.

Secondly,

Flowers often bloom in friends' works, and insects fly when they unfold.

Misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River adjusts calligraphy, while Hinami in Taihu Lake rebukes Zhuang Huai.

Professor Zhang's "Gu Mu Du Ke"

Li Zhonghua

Time flies, and ancient trees are stacked vertically and horizontally.

When it comes to making friends, there is no wave in life.

To Mr. Zhang.

Li Zhonghua

In the first continent of misty rain in the south of the Yangtze River, flowers, birds, fish and insects swim.

The fragrance spread in Wan Li with the wind, and the stock market expected it.

On Teacher Zhang's "Aim for a Thousand Miles"

Li Zhonghua

Independent, caring for all directions, full of ambition.

The wind is high and the mountains are high. He Suoju, Gan Kun and Wan Li share the Chinese chapter.

The theme of the first issue of Yan Yu

Li Zhonghua

Mo Yun strongly urges flowers to bloom, and the branches are beautifully cut by singing birds.

True feelings are yearning for you, and friends are like butterflies.

Hezhang Changzhou Art Exhibition

Li Zhonghua

Insects and birds sing, and flowers bloom regardless of autumn.

Wumen is huge and fragrant all over China.

Thoughts on Watching Teacher Zhang's Paintings

Jia Wei

Better than a small garden in all loves, flowers and birds get drunk with the east wind.

When I have time to paint, I will laugh at all kinds of dust.

Professor Angel's Painting Collection

Li Zhonghua

In seclusion, calligraphy is flowing and my heart is blooming.

In order to have meditation, the fragrance will continue.

To Professor Angel.

Li Zhonghua

Green trees and red flowers each occupy spring, while insects sing and butterflies dance and birds dance near.

In order to concentrate on writing, I dare to teach first frost not to touch the dust.

Angel's "inverted gourd"

Li Zhonghua

Honesty is people-oriented, and first frost is dust-free.

Eliminate all evils, uphold justice, and be enthusiastic.

The photo of the new teacher Bai Mei's 80th birthday.

Zhao Zheng

After the box is eighty, it is spring again, and the iron branches are more powerful.

It is harder to bear and raise, and the ice flower warms the phenology. Yonghao

Li Zhonghua lotus holds fire, and the green leaves are flat on the water surface.

Dragonflies are blooming slowly, and golden jars are waiting to be sung high. To Mr. Zhang.

Li Zhonghua's skill of inheriting inkstone language is fragrant all over the world.

Jiangnan is a giant, and China is a wonderful flower. To Mr. Zhang.

Li Zhonghua Jiangnan Saibei writes spring scenery, with a long Zen meaning.

There are countless famous flowers in the world, and Wumeng is the crown of flowers. Plum blossom ode

Li Zhonghua is proud of Leng Xue and plays Haruka.

If you don't see a leaf hanging on the branch, when will butterflies fly all over the tree? Yongsong

The first pine tree in Li Zhonghua Peak is rooted in rocks.

Rain and wind brew nectar, but snow pressure does not change its capacity. Zhang's "Bi Chan"

Li Zhonghua's calligraphy is in seclusion, and his heart is blooming.

Zen enters the pure land and the air is fresh. Hà Thu

A painting/poem/facing the vicissitudes of life

Spring and autumn experience is golden.

A pen full of autumn colors

It is the sixth finger on the palm of your hand.

Ink-soluble gold

Whispering in autumn, there is a thick lotus rhyme on the peak of the pen.

The ups and downs of the piano,

Thousands of hands of sunshine

Lotus that soothes pregnant children,

Love, a flame rises in the flower heart,

Ink and water are compatible.

The wisps of smoke escaping from home are gentle nights.

Wumen sneaked into Gu Yan in the old days,

At the time of writing this report.

Pour out the danqing wine,

Lotus stems inherit the rhythm of sages,

Those two lingering red dragonflies,

Moved the eyes of beautiful women in Gusu. Plum bone sound

Painting/poetry/spirituality, sitting on Mei's pelvis.

fetal rhythm

One ink line after another.

Mind into Zen

Calm as water

Gong Sundaniang's sword is a firm but gentle pen in his hand.

The brushwork is vertical and arrogant.

Turn the swaying plum branches and inherit the Millennium Danqing skills.

Light up the night sky with the posture of a sword, one star after another.

The blazing flame and the light cluster of the soul dance in the dripping flame.

Character once again put out the blackest ink drops.

Dense and hard bones

Thunder and lightning