The studio is full of works by Lan Xinyan, calligraphy banners, calligraphy, cursive, regular script, Chinese style, Song style, Tang style, Jin script, Tibetan script, oracle bone inscription, photography, people, landscapes, wedding dresses, picture frames, comics, oil paintings, Chinese paintings.

Lan Xinyan splashed ink: the heart of blame for others, the heart of self-forgiveness, the heart of forgiveness of others.

Yuan Qiuhua's comments: Wild grass, quite Zhang Xu's drunken style. In the arrogance and evil charm, there is a bit of scholarly melancholy.

Lan Xinyan handed over the brush: Offering ugliness! Seeing and laughing! Knowing Zhang Xu, breaking cursive, you woman, extraordinary, not simple! Cut it, it's your turn. Fighting competitions, are you afraid of losing?

Yuan Qiuhua raised his eyebrows, soothed his eyes, smiled softly, made ink with his right hand, smoothed the rice paper with his left hand, groaned slightly, and lifted the pen: the flowing water is not intentional, and the white clouds are unintentional.

Lan Xinyan took a closer look at her and bowed to her: calligraphy, juanxiu, word choice, elegance. Born noble, the knowledge is not comparable to that of ordinary women! The family is a scholar, presumably the piano, chess, calligraphy, painting, tea and hops, poems, songs, blowing, playing and singing, are all excellent! You have a peaceful mind, a distant vision, and I am willing to bow to the wind.

Yuan Qiuhua waved his hand and humbly conceded: False praise. You are single with your strength, your perfect heart is so strong, be careful to be single all the time.

Lan Xinyan said: Lifted. Chess opponents, I'm good, you're not bad, it's really enjoyable!

The two sat on the balcony, leisurely sipping kung fu tea, under the bright moon, between the breeze, you talked, I chatted.

Since its birth, it has been abandoned. Wandering lonely in the world, but incompatible with everything in the world. It can't change the beginning, nor can it decide the ending.

The smile of the mask can't hide my sadness, who can see my smiling tears?

has been flying in the storm, constantly getting stronger, just to protect our homeland, waiting for your return!

Appreciate the joy of whose yard, the beautiful scenery of the good day is the day.

The shadow of the flowers on the partition wall moves, and it is suspected that the jade man is coming.

When it is quiet, it is like a beautiful flower shining on the water, and the action is like a weak willow supporting the wind

Once the spring is full of red and old, the flowers fall and people die without knowing.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, the wind, frost and sword are strictly pressing.

Steal the pear stamen three points white, borrow a wisp of plum blossom soul,

If the two love for a long time, how can it be in the morning and twilight?

The face of the person does not know where to go, and the peach blossoms are still smiling in the spring breeze.

Youth is in its prime, and now it is poetic.

The jade asks for a good price in the box, and the hairpin waits for the time to fly.

The mountains have trees and branches, and the heart is pleasing to the king.

Let the water be weak for three thousand, and I will only take one scoop to drink.

Staying in Hakka, lonely and cold windows are empty and widowed.

If you cultivate the immortal Buddha, you will be a good couple but a monk.

Yuan Qiuhua danced or chanted, sometimes pretty, sometimes moving, with low eyebrows and lowered eyes, a light smile and a sense of arrogance! He bracketed his cheeks, nodded and smiled, and his every move was graceful.

Yuan Qiuhua admires people who are stronger than himself, and Lan Xinyan admires people who are better than himself. All have the romantic demeanor of the literati, are quick to think, guard the bright white moonlight by the window, similar to the chanting and meditation in front of the ancient Buddha of the green lantern, follow the rules within the radius, do not take a step beyond the thunder pool, and do not challenge the world.

Going with the flow is the last word, and it's also the best policy.

The saddest thing is when you meet someone special, but you understand that you can never be together, and sooner or later, you have to give up. When I thought of it, I instantly cried bitterly, burst into tears, and was heartbreaking. Whenever he faced it, he was full of joy, smiling, and laughing heartlessly. Turning around, reminiscing about the good times, I couldn't help but be sad, tears welled up in my eyes, and suddenly, I understood what loneliness was.

Lan Xinyan said, I feel sorry for you, so much so that I ignore myself. I believe in you, and I doubt myself.