Zheng Xie’s poem showing his tenacity

1. Poems about Zheng Xie

Poems about Zheng Xie 1. Poems about Zheng Banqiao

1. "Bamboo and Stone"

Stay firm on the green hills without letting go, and establish your roots in the broken rocks. It has endured thousands of blows but is still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south.

2. "Inscribed with Half a Pot of Orchids"

Half of the potted paintings are hidden, and half of the orchids are contained. Don't seek to vent, don't be afraid of withering.

3. "Jiang Qing"

The fog-wrapped mountain is suspected of missing, and the thunder and rain are not over. The setting sun is half-open and spits out the Wangjiang Tower.

4. "Cliff Orchid"

The cliff is a thousand feet high, and the orchids are green in the sky. There is a woodcutter down there, but he can't break it with his hand.

5. "Inscribed with Orchids"

The orchid grass has grown into a row, and the mountains are full of meaning. If you are loyal and still embrace yourself, why do you want to fight against others?

6. "Bamboo"

Section after section, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves. Since I don’t bloom, I don’t want to attract bees and butterflies.

7. "Pot Orchid"

Spring orchids have not yet finished, and summer orchids bloom. Don't stay when everything urges you; after reading all the prosperity and withering, the pot is full, and you have to pull it out and plant it again and again.

8. "After Snow in the Mountains"

When I open the door in the morning, the mountains are covered with snow, the snow is clear, the clouds are pale, and the sun is cold. The eaves stream is not dripping with plum blossom jelly, a kind of loneliness that is not leisurely.

9. "Painting Bamboos in the Weixian County Office to Present the Nian Bo Bao Dazhong Chengkuo"

I lay in the Yazhai and listened to the rustling bamboos, which were suspected to be the sounds of people's suffering. The history of Caozhou County, written by Xiaowu, is full of emotions.

10. "Song of Snow"

One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight or ninety pieces. Thousands of countless pieces flew into the plum blossoms and disappeared.

2. Zheng Banqiao's poems

Bamboo and Stone Zheng Xie is determined not to let go of the green mountains, and his roots are still in the broken rocks.

Even after countless blows, I am still strong, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south. Notes 1. "Bamboo and Stone" is a poem on painting.

2. Determined: a metaphor for taking root firmly, as if one is biting and not letting go. 3. Grind: torture.

Jianjin: firm and strong. 4. Er: That.

This sentence means: No matter how strong the east, west, northwest wind blows, it cannot be blown down. Translation: The green bamboo hugs the green mountain and never relaxes. It turns out that the roots are deeply rooted into the crevices of the rocks.

After being beaten and tortured by strong winds thousands of times, it is still as hard as iron, regardless of the strong winds from east to west, north to south. Appreciation This is a poem inscribed on a picture of bamboo and stone. The author is chanting about bamboo and stone, but it is no longer a general description of bamboo and stone in nature, but contains the author's profound thoughts and feelings.

The author uses objects as metaphors for people, and actually writes bamboos, but it is people he praises. The poet stands on the green hills, with hard rocks as the background and foundation, saying that the bamboo "clines to the green hills", "breaks the rocks with its roots", and "struggles with thousands of blows".

"Strength" is a true portrayal of the bamboo that has withstood the wind and rain and the person symbolized by the bamboo. Therefore, it can be said that by singing about bamboo and stone, the poem creates a glorious image of a strong man who is indomitable and indomitable.

The whole poem is fresh and smooth, with sincere feelings. Although the language is popular, it is profound and meaningful.

3. Poems about Zheng Banqiao

Half a Bay of Living Water and a Thousand Rivers of Moon: The new moon is like a hook, reflected in the flowing water, and the whole river is full of moon shadows

A grain of sinking sand Ten Thousand Dendrobium Pearls: You can get ten thousand Dendrobium Pearls from a grain of sunken sand

Once, Zheng Banqiao went to Xinghua Beixiang. When the boat arrived at Zhongbao Lake, it was already sunset. After a while, the sun set, and a crescent moon hung diagonally in the sky. What a wonderful scene! He unknowingly began to recite: "Half a Bay of Living Water and a Thousand Rivers of Moon". However, after much deliberation, I just can’t come up with a good second line. While he was meditating on the second line, the weather changed unknowingly, a strong wind blew, his boat capsized, and he fell into the water. Fortunately, he was rescued by local fishermen. After the fishermen knew that he was the famous Zheng Banqiao, they were even more enthusiastic towards him and invited him to have dinner with them. During the meal, the fishermen told him: This lake is full of treasures. There are fish, shrimps, and water chestnuts in the water. What is even more valuable is that there is a large clam in the lake, and pearls as big as mung beans can be found in it. ! As he was talking, Zheng Banqiao had a clear idea, "Half a bay of living water is worth a thousand rivers and a moon", "One grain of sand is worth thousands of dendrobium pearls". wonderful! Finally came out the second line. In order to thank the fishermen for their hospitality and life-saving grace, he wrote this couplet and asked a stonemason to carve it on a stone tablet and give it to these simple fishermen.

4. Poems about Zheng Banqiao

Bamboo and stone, Qing Dynasty·Zheng Banqiao. The light smoke and ancient ink are criss-crossed, writing half of this gentleman. There is no need to report peace, and the high-spirited breeze has been seen.

Bamboo and Stone by Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty. They are firm on the green hills and do not let go, and their roots are still in the broken rocks; they are still strong after countless blows, regardless of the east, west, north, and south winds. I tell you to return home and draw bamboo to bid farewell to the gentlemen and people of Wei County. Zheng Banqiao, Qing Dynasty. Throw away the black gauze and refuse to become an official. The bag is fluttering and my sleeves are cold. I write a thin bamboo and use it as a fishing rod on the river in the autumn wind.

Imitating the style of Li Aishan’s predecessor (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao Where does the autumn wind find itself? It finds itself in the bamboo and parasol trees; Where does the sound of autumn rise in the shadow of the parasol tree? This work was donated in vain by Yu Dianyuan, the envoy of Hexue. (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao was a painter in Yangzhou for ten years, and the general used ocher ink instead of rouge. It is written that bamboo and cypress have no color, and they are sold out of season with the east wind.

. Fence Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao A vast expanse of greenery, why bother protecting the bamboo with Jingqi? Still using bamboo as a barrier, asking for help from others is not as good as asking for yourself.

Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao The whole world loves to plant flowers, but I only plant bamboo. The frost and snow are all over the garden, and the new green shines freely. It's snowing all night in Youhuang, and the sparse shadows have lost their green color. Don't be blown away by the wind, and the exquisite empty jade will be broken into pieces.

Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao One section after another, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves; I do not bloom, so as not to attract bees and butterflies. Inscribed painting by Zheng Banqiao (Qing Dynasty) One bamboo, one orchid and one stone, with joints, fragrance and bones, the whole hall is full of gentleman's style, eternally green.

There are orchids, bamboos and stones, there are joints, fragrance and bones, no matter how hard it is against the wind and frost, there will be news of the spring breeze. Painting by Zheng Banqiao (Qing Dynasty) A strong wind blew backwards, and the bamboo branches turned back and opened toward the sky.

Sweeping away the clouds and fog is really my business, how can I bother to sweep the ground? Painting by Zheng Banqiao (Qing Dynasty) The autumn wind passed through Xiaoxiang last night and went wild when it touched the rocks and penetrated the forest; only the bamboo branches were not afraid, and they fought with each other for a thousand times.

Two Poems on Bamboo Bamboo Shoots (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao Fresh bamboo shoots from the south of the Yangtze River are boiled with anchovies in the spring breeze. In early March, the cooks are asked to take a break to chop them all, and the clear light is left here to take photos and spread books. The bamboo shoots along the river are new in February, and every kitchen is peeling off spring bamboo shoots. I would like to create thousands of silk strips to weave Xiang curtains to protect the beauty.

Painting by Zheng Banqiao (Qing Dynasty) The new bamboo branches are higher than the old bamboo branches, all supported by the old poles; there will be new ones next year, and the ten-foot-long dragon and grandson will surround the Fengchi. Inscribed painting (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao I have a hundred thousand poles in my heart, and I can fly and drip with ink.

As a phoenix or a dragon, I ascend to the nine heavens and see the fresh green dyed in the clouds. Inscribed painting (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao painted a bamboo branch and a stone. The stone was one foot higher than the bamboo branch.

Although one foot makes him taller, in the coming year I will show my strength.

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Qinyuan Spring The flowers are ignorant, the moon is boring, and the wine is useless.

Cutting off the young peaches will spoil the scenery; the parrots will be cooked and served with my cup of soup. Burn the inkstone and burn the books, crack the vertebrae and crack the paintings, destroy all the articles and wipe out the reputation! The stone city has a thousand-foot hanging rock, and it was cut into a city wall with the help of European knives and Wu axes.

Thousands of miles of golden city cannot be returned, and thousands of miles of torrential waves are pouring out. Wang Junlou's boat was pointing straight at it, but the wind was so strong that it never stopped.

The bow of the ship was lined with torches, easily burning the iron ropes. Now, as spring passes and autumn comes, the river is full of mist and rain, and thousands of soldiers are plundering.

It is called to destroy the prosperity and ruin of the Six Dynasties, and to destroy the Xiaoling Palace. The mountains are desolate, the river currents are strong, and the tide hits the empty city.

Several fishing flutes sound, and the wind blows from the reed flowers. Zhou Yu's House Zhou Lang is young, his majestic appearance has faded, and he is an outstanding person in Jiangdong.

Eight hundred thousand troops flew a torch, and the wind swept the yellow leaves in front of the beach. The clouds in the tower collapsed, the flags were swept away, and the river shed blood.

In March in Xianyang, the firelight is so bright. Thinking of his heroic bamboo and mourning silk, he turned back to watch the music, and talked about the war in the barracks.

Gongjin Bo Futian is tall and handsome, and the king and ministers of the Middle Way say goodbye. The relationship between Wu and Shu was sparse, the war was raging, and the old charm became a treacherous one.

To this day, Qin Huai still gnaws at his regret. The Taoye Ferry Bridge has low red boards, facing the long Qinhuai River, with floating green poplars.

Leading the spring breeze to accompany the dancing swallows, leaving the dew with sorrow. The smoke softens the pear blossoms, the rain spoils the cold food, and the fragrant grass reminds the season.

Painted boats, flutes and drums, and songs filled the air. After all, how rare are peach leaves and peach roots in ancient and modern times? Their color and art are both outstanding? A strand of red silk is tied to the left side, somewhat hidden in the boudoir.

If Yi Guang is exposed and Zhu Luo grows old, who can be the wise man? Wang Lang's song, Qianqiu Yan talks about Jiang Ji. Laolao Pavilion The west wind blows by the Laolao Pavilion and turns it into a willow tree.

Like a thread, infinite hatred, gentle wind and smoke. Sailing on the river, don't cry in front of me, there are many friends in your eyes.

I can’t say enough words, and my pulse is sad and thin in the setting sun. Spend half your life trying to gain fame and fortune, spend your free time calculating carefully, and often lose nine out of ten things.

He dances and plays with Hu Sunzhuang, but is always coaxed by his family. Immediately the people shouted and begged in the streets, but all came to nothing.

What joy can a great general have? It is worse to be poor than to stand still. Mochou Lake The word "Mandarin Duck" refers to a beautiful story about a red boudoir, but is it true? How many heroes and heroines have caused misfortune and injustice.

There are golden lotuses in the front hall, jade trees in the back yard, and the wind and rain make them cripple. How lucky is the Lu family that each song lasts forever! Now the willows on the lake are like smoke, the clouds on the lake are like dreams, and the waves on the lake are thicker than wine.

There are green strips of wisteria at the foot of the mountain, and the remaining clouds dance on the sleeves across the water. The peach leaves are small, don't worry about the small family, and borrowing words from people.

What is the crime of being romantic? No honor, no shame, no blame. Changqianli is a winding alley, at the diagonal corner of Spring City, in the shade of green poplars.

The walls are made of ocher, white, green and yellow stones, and the door reflects the blue water of the stream. The drizzle plays the flute, the setting sun plays the flute, and a path passes through the peaches and plums.

The wind blows the flowers and they fall, and the wind blows again. There are also cars driving everywhere, every family is busy, and the scenery in Jiangjie is beautiful.

In April, the city is full of red cherries and snow-flaked anchovy knives. The Huai River is clear in autumn, Zhongshan Mountain is purple in the evening, and old horses are plowing the idle land.

One hill and one valley, I will live here forever. Autumn in Taicheng is full of wind and rain and desolation.

The road down the mountain when the rooster crows at sunset reveals the old ruins of Taicheng. The old vines hide snakes, the flowers are cheap and the blood is low, and the bad battlements are full of smoke and green.

Someone was herding horses, and the sound of ripples was blowing from the top of the city. In the beginning, he faced sacrifices, ate only fruits and vegetables, and strictly abided by the ascetic rules.

Why do rats dig up when they are hungry, or do birds crawl into their nests to suck their eggs? Then he said, "Lots of Lotus, Lotus Lotus" passed away. What's the point of losing? Sad words, the hero burst into tears. Rouge Well: Turning around, where will the old dream of prosperity go? Only the green mountains surround my homeland, and the yellow leaves of the westerly vegetable garden.

Picking up rubber and jade on the steps, fishing in the palace marsh, and people returning in the dusk. The copper vase is hundreds of feet long, and the sound of mourning is as clear as a complaint.

Across the river and within easy reach of the lost building, Yuwenhua is within reach, which is Han Qinhu. Yanzhi came out from the bottom of the well with his arms joined, and asked you where is Xiao Niang? The poems about night outings in the Qing Dynasty, the flower songs in the backyard, the girls singing all over the river.

Is the true nature of the Ci field true to the imperial family? In the Gaozuo Temple, the dusk clouds are gone, and the broken tower is faintly visible, and the bell is lying in the ruins of the courtyard. There are tens of thousands of green hills outside the courtyard, and clear and shallow springs flow under the steps.

Crows are noisy in the pine corridor, rats are turning over the sutra boxes, and the monks are far away from the solitary cloud. The snake escapes from the empty beam, and the swallow returns to its old nest without returning.

The rise and fall of the six generations, the birth of public treasures, never concern about grudges. With the bodhicitta sword and halberd planted in his hand, he fell into the Sakyamuni wheel first.

Qing Shi ridiculed Dan, passed down the light and was the butt of jokes, and was in vain to be a fence-sitter. The sands of eternity are immeasurable, and the calamity of the human world is short.

Xiaoling has a kingly spirit in the southeast, sweeps away old customs, and cleans up the country. The sleeping hall is surrounded by old junipers and green pines, and dragons come to stay every night.

Weng Zhong wears a crown, a lion's head and horns, and the moss marks are green. The setting sun is breaking, and a few people are reading while tying their horses.

It is said that things change and stars move, the sacred mountains are windy and rainy, and ghosts cry in the middle of the night. I don’t remember that on the founding day of the People’s Republic of China, the clay figurine of the Yuan Dynasty was in tears.

The world of eggs and shells, the world of pills and mud, rolls like wind and candles. On the bank of Lao Monk Mountain, there is only a handful of boiling spring.

Mr. Fang Jingliang’s Temple The universe is leaning on its side, supported by generations of heroes in mid-air. Through the ages, dragons meet each other and never die, and their seven orifices are as good as their lungs.

Bamboo sticks and linen clothes, red robes and white blades, simplicity is hard work. Confidence comes out, but I don’t understand why.

It is also known that Ji Qi Gao Kui, Hong Dian San Shi, Yue Jiang Wei Shen Fu. He since peace and I broke up, the problem is not the same.

All ten clans were killed, their skins were covered with thousands of pieces, and their souls were powerful. How can a rat in this world look like a tiger! Hongguang Hongguang founded the country, which was a golden lotus and jade tree, and later he was a mad visitor.

There is no limit to the pain of vegetation, mountains and rivers. It only solves the problem of song selection and color selection. Swallows hold paper in their mouths, spring lanterns tell riddles, and the sky is too narrow for the short night.

Haiyun pays for it, and the fifth watch stops the red sun. In addition, Ma Ruan was in the dynasty, Gao Liu was in charge of the town, and dogs and pigs were wrapped in scarves.

After selling all the country, I still regretted that I could only get the southeast half. A country rises or falls, a family succeeds or fails, who can escape the fate? In peace and prosperity, Cao Jiu has been born.

Bamboo and Stone, Zheng Banqiao, Qing Dynasty. The light smoke and ancient ink are vertical and horizontal, writing half of this gentleman. There is no need to report peace, and the high morale and breeze have been seen. Bamboo and Stone, Zheng Banqiao, Qing Dynasty, stick to the green mountains and never let go, the roots are still in the broken rocks; they are still strong despite being struck by the east, west, north and south.

I tell you to return home and draw bamboo to say goodbye to the gentlemen and people of Weixian County. Zheng Banqiao, Qing Dynasty. Throw away the black gauze and refuse to become an official. The bag is fluttering and my sleeves are cold. I write a thin bamboo and use it as a fishing pole on the river in the autumn wind. Following the example of Li Aishan's predecessor (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao Where does the autumn wind find itself? It finds itself in the bamboo and parasol trees; where does the sound of autumn arise in the shadow of the parasol tree? This work was donated in vain by Yu Dianyuan, the envoy of Hexue. (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao was a painter in Yangzhou for ten years, and the general used ocher ink instead of rouge.

It is written that bamboo and cypress have no color, and they are sold out of season with the east wind. The painting of bamboo in the Weixian County Department is in the form of Nianbo Bao Dazhong Chengkuo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao. Lying in the Yazhai, listening to the rustling bamboo, it is suspected that it is the sound of people's suffering; some small officials in Caozhou County, each branch and leaf are always affectionate.

Fence Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao A green shade is like a wash, why bother protecting the bamboos and Jingqi? Still using bamboo as a barrier, asking for help from others is not as good as asking for yourself. Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao The whole world loves to plant flowers, but I only plant bamboo. The frost and snow are all over the garden, and the new green is shining freely.

It snowed all night in the secluded sky, and the sparse shadows have lost their green color. Don’t let the wind blow them away, and the exquisite empty jade will be broken into pieces. Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao One section after another, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves; I do not bloom to avoid disturbing bees and butterflies.

Inscribed painting by Zheng Banqiao (Qing Dynasty) A bamboo, an orchid and a stone, with joints, fragrance and bones, the whole hall is full of gentleman's style, and the green color will last forever. There are orchids, bamboos, and stones, knots, fragrances, and bones. No matter how hard it is against the wind and frost, there will be news of the spring breeze.

Inscribed painting (Qing Dynasty) Zheng.

6. Poems about Zheng Banqiao

Zheng Banqiao's Ci Collection Stone City The hanging rock is thousands of feet, and it was cut into a city wall with the help of European knives and Wu axes.

Thousands of miles of golden city cannot be returned, and thousands of miles of torrential waves are pouring out. Wang Junlou's boat was pointing straight at it, but the wind was so strong that it never stopped.

The bow of the ship was lined with torches, easily burning the iron ropes. Now, as spring passes and autumn comes, the river is full of mist and rain, and thousands of soldiers are plundering.

It is called to destroy the prosperity and ruin of the Six Dynasties, and to destroy the Xiaoling Palace. The mountains are desolate, the river currents are strong, and the tide hits the empty city.

Several fishing flutes sound, and the wind blows from the reed flowers. Zhou Yu's House Zhou Lang is young, his majestic appearance has faded, and he is an outstanding person in Jiangdong.

Eight hundred thousand troops flew a torch, and the wind swept the yellow leaves in front of the beach. The clouds in the tower collapsed, the flags were swept away, and the river shed blood.

In March in Xianyang, the firelight is so bright. Thinking of his heroic bamboo and mourning silk, he turned back to watch the music, and talked about the war in the barracks.

Gongjin Bo Futian is tall and handsome, and the king and ministers of the Middle Way say goodbye. The relationship between Wu and Shu was sparse, the war was raging, and the old charm became a treacherous one.

To this day, Qin Huai still gnaws at his regret.

The Taoye Ferry Bridge has low red boards, facing the long Qinhuai River, with floating green poplars.

Leading the spring breeze to accompany the dancing swallows, leaving the dew with sorrow. The smoke softens the pear blossoms, the rain spoils the cold food, and the fragrant grass reminds the season.

Painted boats, flutes and drums, and songs filled the air. After all, how rare are peach leaves and peach roots in ancient and modern times, and the color and art are both outstanding? A strand of red silk is tied to the left side, somewhat hidden in the boudoir.

If Yi Guang is exposed and Zhu Luo grows old, who can be the wise man? Wang Lang's song, Qianqiu Yan talks about Jiang Ji. Laolao Pavilion The west wind blows by the Laolao Pavilion and turns it into a willow tree.

Like a thread, infinite hatred, gentle wind and smoke. Sailing on the river, don't cry in front of me, there are many friends in my eyes.

I can’t say enough words, and my pulse is sad and thin in the setting sun. Spend half your life trying to gain fame and fortune, spend your free time calculating carefully, and often lose nine out of ten things.

He dances and plays with Hu Sunzhuang, but is always coaxed by his family. Immediately the people shouted and begged in the streets, but all came to nothing.

What joy can a great general have? It is worse to be poor than to stand still. Mochou Lake The word "Mandarin Duck" refers to a beautiful story about a red boudoir, but is it true? How many heroes and heroines have caused misfortune and injustice.

There are golden lotuses in the front hall, jade trees in the back yard, and the wind and rain make them cripple. How lucky is the Lu family that each song lasts forever! Now the willows on the lake are like smoke, the clouds on the lake are like dreams, and the waves on the lake are thicker than wine.

There are green strips of wisteria at the foot of the mountain, and the remaining clouds dance on the sleeves across the water. The peach leaves are small, don't worry about the small family, and borrowing words from people.

What is the crime of being romantic? No honor, no shame, no blame. Changqianli is a winding alley, at the diagonal corner of Spring City, in the shade of green poplars.

The walls are made of ocher, white, green and yellow stones, and the door reflects the blue water of the stream. The drizzle plays the flute, the setting sun plays the flute, and a path passes through the peaches and plums.

The wind blows the flowers and they fall, and the wind blows again. There are also cars driving everywhere, every family is busy, and the scenery in Jiangjie is beautiful.

In April, the city is full of red cherries and snow-flaked anchovy knives. The Huai River is clear in autumn, Zhongshan Mountain is purple in the evening, and old horses are plowing the idle land.

One hill and one valley, I will live here forever. Autumn in Taicheng is full of wind and rain and desolation.

The road down the mountain when the rooster crows at sunset reveals the old ruins of Taicheng. The old vines hide snakes, the flowers are cheap and the blood is low, and the bad battlements are full of smoke and green.

Someone was herding horses, and the sound of ripples was blowing from the top of the city. In the beginning, he faced sacrifices, ate only fruits and vegetables, and abided by the ascetic rules.

Why do rats dig up when they are hungry, or do birds crawl into their nests to suck their eggs? Then he said, "Lots of Lotus, Lotus Lotus" passed away. What's the point of losing? Sad words, the hero burst into tears. Rouge Well: Turning around, where will the old dream of prosperity go? Only the green mountains surround my homeland, and the yellow leaves of the westerly vegetable garden.

Picking up rubber and jade on the steps, fishing in the palace marsh, and people returning in the dusk. The copper vase is hundreds of feet long, and the sound of mourning is as clear as a complaint.

Across the river and within easy reach of the lost building, Yuwenhua is within reach, which is Han Qinhu. Yanzhi came out from the bottom of the well with his arms joined, and asked you where is Xiao Niang? The poems about night outings in the Qing Dynasty, the flower songs in the backyard, the girls singing all over the river.

Is the true nature of the Ci field true to the imperial family? In the Gaozuo Temple, the dusk clouds are gone, and the broken tower is faintly visible, and the bell is lying in the ruins of the courtyard. There are tens of thousands of green hills outside the courtyard, and clear and shallow springs flow under the steps.

Crows are noisy in the pine corridor, rats are turning over the sutra boxes, and the monks are far away from the solitary cloud. The snake escapes from the empty beam, and the swallow returns to its old nest without returning.

The rise and fall of the six generations, the birth of public treasures, never concern about grudges. With the bodhicitta sword and halberd planted in his hand, he fell into the Sakyamuni wheel first.

Qing Shi ridiculed Dan, passed down the light and was the butt of jokes, and was in vain to be a fence-sitter. The sands of eternity are immeasurable, and the calamity of the human world is short.

Xiaoling has a kingly spirit in the southeast, sweeps away old customs, and cleans up the country. The sleeping hall is surrounded by old junipers and green pine trees, and dragons come to stay there every night.

Weng Zhong wears a crown, a lion's head and horns, and the moss marks are green. The setting sun is breaking, and a few people are reading while tying their horses.

It is said that things change and stars move, the sacred mountains are windy and rainy, and ghosts cry in the middle of the night. I don’t remember the founding day of the Yuan Dynasty, when the clay figure of the Yuan Dynasty burst into tears.

The world of eggs and shells, the world of pills and mud, rolls like wind and candles. On the bank of Lao Monk Mountain, there is only a handful of boiling spring.

Mr. Fang Jingliang’s Temple The universe is leaning on its side, supported by generations of heroes in mid-air. Through the ages, a dragon meets its source and never dies, and its seven orifices are as strong as its heart.

Bamboo sticks and linen clothes, red robes and white blades, simplicity is hard work. Confidence comes out, but I don’t understand why.

It is also known that Ji Qi Gao Kui, Hong Dian San Shi, Yue Jiang Wei Shen Fu. Since peace and I have broken up, the problem is not the same.

All ten clans were killed, their skins were covered with thousands of pieces, and their souls were powerful. How can a rat in this world look like a tiger! Hongguang Hongguang founded the country, which was a golden lotus and jade tree, and later he was a mad visitor.

There is no limit to the pain of vegetation, mountains and rivers. It only solves the problem of song selection and color selection. Swallows hold paper in their mouths, spring lanterns tell riddles, and the sky is too narrow for the short night.

Haiyun pays for it, and the fifth watch stops the red sun. In addition, Ma Ruan was in the dynasty, Gao Liu was in charge of the town, and dogs and pigs were wrapped in scarves.

After selling all the country, I still regretted that I could only get the southeast half. A country rises or falls, a family succeeds or fails, who can escape the fate? In peace and prosperity, Cao Jiu has been born.

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The spring flowers in Qinyuan are also ignorant, the moon is boring, and the wine is ineffective.

Cutting off the young peaches will spoil the scenery; the parrots will be cooked and served with my cup of soup. Burn the inkstone and burn the books, crack the vertebrae and crack the paintings, destroy all the articles and wipe out the reputation! The stone city hangs over thousands of feet of rock, and was cut into a city wall with the help of European knives and Wu axes.

Thousands of miles of golden city cannot be returned, and thousands of miles of torrential waves are pouring out. Wang Jun's boat was pointed directly at the boat, but the wind was so favorable that it never stopped.

The bow of the ship was lined with torches, easily burning the iron ropes. Now, as spring passes and autumn comes, the river is full of mist and rain, and thousands of soldiers are plundering.

It is called to destroy the prosperity and ruin of the Six Dynasties, and to destroy the Xiaoling Palace. The mountains are desolate, the river currents are strong, and the tide hits the empty city.

Several fishing flutes sound, and the wind blows from the reed flowers. Zhou Yuzhai Zhou Lang is young, his majestic appearance has faded, and he is an outstanding person in Jiangdong.

Eight hundred thousand troops flew a torch, and the wind swept the yellow leaves in front of the beach. The towers and boats collapsed, the flags were swept away, and the river shed blood.

In March in Xianyang, the firelight is so bright. Thinking of his heroic bamboo and mourning silk, he turned back to watch the music, and talked about the war in the barracks.

Gongjin Bo Futian is tall and handsome, and the king and ministers of the Middle Way say goodbye. The relationship between Wu and Shu was sparse, the war was raging, and the old charm became a treacherous one.

To this day, Qin Huai still gnaws at his regret. The Peach Leaf Crossing Bridge has low red boards, facing the long Qinhuai River, and the green poplars are fluttering.

Leading the spring breeze to accompany the dancing swallows, leaving the dew with sorrow. The smoke softens the pear blossoms, the rain softens the food, and the fragrant grass reminds the season.

Painted boats, flutes and drums, and songs filled the air. After all, how rare are peach leaves and peach roots in ancient and modern times, and the color and art are both outstanding? A strand of red silk is tied to the left side, somewhat hidden in the boudoir.

If Yiguang and Zhuluo die, who is the wise man? Wang Lang's song, Qianqiu Yan talks about Jiang Ji. Lao Lao Pavilion Lao Lao Pavilion was blown by the west wind and turned into a willow tree.

Like a thread, infinite hatred, gentle wind and smoke. Sailing on the river, don't cry in front of me, there are many friends in your eyes.

I can’t say enough words, and my pulse is sad and thin in the setting sun. Spend half your life trying to gain fame and fortune, spend your free time calculating carefully, and often lose nine out of ten things.

He dances and plays with Hu Sunzhuang, but is always coaxed by his family. He immediately shouted and begged in the streets, but all came to nothing.

What joy can a great general have? It is worse to be poor than to stand still. The two words "Mandarin Ducks in Mochou Lake" are a story about a red boudoir, but is that true? How many heroes and heroines have caused misfortune and injustice.

There are golden lotuses in the front hall, jade trees in the back yard, and the wind and rain are killing them. How lucky is the Lu family that each song lasts forever! Now the willows on the lake are like smoke, the clouds on the lake are like dreams, and the waves on the lake are thicker than wine.

There are green strips of wisteria at the foot of the mountain, and the remaining clouds dance on the sleeves across the water. The peach leaves are small, don't worry about the small family, borrowing words from people.

What is the crime of being romantic? No honor, no shame, no blame. There are winding alleys in Changganli, at the diagonal corner of Spring City, in the shade of green poplars.

The ocher white, green and yellow walls are built with stone, and the door reflects the blue stream. The drizzle plays the flute, the setting sun plays the flute, and a path passes through the peaches and plums.

The wind blows the flowers and they fall, and the wind blows again. There are also cars driving everywhere, every family is busy, and the scenery in Jiangjie is beautiful.

In April, the city is full of red cherries and snow-flaked anchovy knives. The Huai River is clear in autumn, Zhongshan Mountain is purple in the evening, and old horses are plowing the idle land.

One hill and one valley, I will live here forever. Autumn in Taicheng is full of wind and rain and desolation.

The road down the mountain when the rooster crows at sunset reveals the old ruins of Taicheng. The old vines hide snakes, the flowers are cheap and the blood is low, and the bad battlements are full of smoke and green.

Someone was herding horses, and the sound of ripples was blowing from the top of the city. In the beginning, he faced sacrifices, ate only fruits and vegetables, and strictly abided by the ascetic rules.

Why do rats dig up when they are hungry, or do birds crawl into their nests to suck their eggs? He said again, "Lots of Lotus, Lotus Lotus" passed away. What's the point of losing? Sad words, the hero burst into tears. The rouge well turns around, where does the old dream of prosperity go? Only the green mountains surround my homeland, and the yellow leaves of the westerly vegetable garden.

Picking up rubber and Yao steps, fishing in the palace marsh, and people returning at dusk. The copper vase is hundreds of feet long, and the sound of mourning is as clear as a complaint.

Across the river and within easy reach of the lost building, Yuwenhua is within reach, which is Han Qinhu. Yanzhi came out from the bottom of the well with his arms joined, and asked you where is Xiao Niang? The lyrics of a tour in the clear night, the flower music in the backyard, the girl singing all over the river.

Is the true nature of the Ci field true to the imperial family? The dusk clouds in Gaozuo Temple are gone, and the broken tower is faintly visible, and the bell is lying in the ruins of the courtyard. There are tens of thousands of green hills outside the courtyard, and clear and shallow springs flow under the steps.

Crows are noisy in the pine corridor, rats are turning over the scripture boxes, and the monk is far away from the solitary cloud. The snake escapes from the empty beam, and the swallow returns to its old nest without returning.

The rise and fall of the six generations, the birth of public treasures, never concern about grudges. With the bodhicitta sword and halberd planted in his hand, he fell into the Sakyamuni wheel first.

The history of Qing Dynasty ridicules and spreads jokes, but it is useless to sit on the wall. The sands of eternity are immeasurable, and the calamity of the human world is short.

The kingly spirit in the southeast of Xiaoling Mausoleum swept away the old customs and purified the country. The sleeping hall is surrounded by old junipers and green pine trees, and dragons come to stay there every night.

Weng Zhong's clothes and hat, the lion's head and horns, and the moss marks are green. The setting sun is breaking, and a few people are reading while tying their horses.

It is said that things change and stars move, the sacred mountains are windy and rainy, and ghosts cry in the middle of the night. I don’t remember the founding day of the Yuan Dynasty, when the clay figure of the Yuan Dynasty burst into tears.

The world of eggshells, the world of pills and mud, rolls like wind and candles. On the bank of Lao Monk Mountain, there is only a handful of boiling spring.

Through the ages, dragons meet each other and never die, and their seven orifices are as good as their lungs.

Bamboo staff and linen clothes, red robes and white blades, sincerity means hardship. Confidence comes out, but I don’t understand why.

It is also known that Ji Qi Gao Kui, Hong Dian San Shi, Yue Jiang Wei Shen Fu. He since peace and I broke up, the problem is not the same.

All ten clans were killed, their skins were cut into thousands of pieces, and their souls were majestic and powerful. How can a rat in this world look like a tiger! Hongguang founded the country, it was a golden lotus and jade tree, and later he was a mad visitor.

There is no limit to the pain of vegetation, mountains and rivers. It only solves the problem of song selection and color selection. Swallows hold paper in their mouths, spring lanterns tell riddles, and the sky is too narrow for the short night.

Haiyun pays for it, and the fifth watch stops the red sun. In addition, Ma Ruan was in the dynasty, Gao Liu was in charge of the town, and dogs and pigs were wrapped in scarves.

After selling all the country, I still regretted that I could only get the southeast half. National affairs rise and fall, people succeed or fail, who can escape the fate? In peace and prosperity, Cao Jiu has been born.

Zhu Shiqing·Zheng Banqiao uses light smoke and ancient ink to write half of this gentleman. There is no need to report peace, and the high-minded and refreshing breeze has been seen. Bamboo Shiqing and Zheng Banqiao insist on not letting go of the green mountains, and the roots are still in the broken rocks; they are still strong despite being struck by the east, west, north and south.

I told you to return home and draw a bamboo painting to bid farewell to Weixian gentleman Minqing Zheng Banqiao. He threw away the black gauze and refused to become an official. Following Li Aishan's predecessor's body (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao Where does the autumn wind find itself? It finds itself in the bamboo and parasol trees; in the shadow of the parasol trees, where does the sound of autumn sound come from? This work was donated in vain by Yu Dianyuan, the emissary of Hexue (Qing Dynasty). Zheng Banqiao was a painter in Yangzhou for ten years, and his general used ocher ink instead of rouge.

It is written that bamboo and cypress have no color and are sold out of season with the east wind. The painting of bamboo in the Weixian County Department is in the form of Nian Bo Bao Dazhong Cheng Kuo (Qing Dynasty). Zheng Banqiao is lying in the Yazhai listening to the rustling bamboo, which is suspected to be the sound of people's suffering; these small officials of Caozhou County are always concerned about each branch and leaf.

Fence Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao is full of green shade. Why bother protecting the bamboo with Jingqi? Still using bamboo as a barrier, asking for help from others is not as good as asking for yourself. Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao loves planting flowers all over the world, but I only plant bamboo. The frost and snow are all over the garden, and the new green is shining freely.

It snowed all night in the secluded sky, and the sparse shadows have lost their green color. Don’t let the wind blow them away, and the exquisite empty jade will be broken into pieces. Bamboo (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao One section after another, thousands of branches holding thousands of leaves; I do not bloom, so as not to attract bees and butterflies.

Inscribed on the painting (Qing Dynasty) by Zheng Banqiao, there is a bamboo, an orchid and a stone, with knots, fragrance and bones. The whole hall is filled with the style of a gentleman, and the color is green forever. There are orchids, bamboos, and stones, knots, fragrances, and bones. No matter how hard it is against the wind and frost, there will be news of the spring breeze.

Painting (Qing Dynasty) Zheng Banqiao was blown back by a strong wind, and the bamboo branches turned back.