The cloud mirror and blue field are beautiful jade, and the clear water of the Huahe River reflects the foothills of the forest. Fame and fortune are like floating clouds, and the article etiquette is like Aoki. The eunuch merchant Jia likes to play chess, and he ploughs and reads fishing and wood. The stars are bright and bright, and the morning light melts into six layers of abdomen. Yuanmou began to issue a hundred books, and Meng Yu inspired a thousand scrolls. Xiujie has many words, and children have different words. Nine-foot vegetarian building a bird's nest, seven-step orchid room planting bamboo. Si Yi is cautious and lives in seclusion, lonely and quiet in a single bedroom.

For decades, Jia Weng has given up fame and fortune, kept quiet, still sincere, and had fun calligraphy!

You don't see, the golden autumn cloud mirror is an auspicious day, and the bookkeepers are happy to make friends. In the park, there are dew sunflower soups, and the pavilion is full of orchid qu wine. The eyebrows of the four tables are flying and dancing, and the three rounds are wide and the stars are reflected. After the banquet, the Jingyuan watched the couplet, and sighed in horror. Taihong is often invited to live in clusters, and everyone laughs and laughs hand in hand. Jia Weng sat on the plain porcelain carving, and his words were like a mouth. The fake Si is peerless, and the atmosphere is majestic. But the void is white and faint, and the twilight travels alone and often forgets the couple.

On the golden autumn day, many calligraphers go to the cloud mirror, and they always have a secret friendship. Bumping nails and hitting the wall, Jia Gong cherishes his words like ink, and leaves a little blank to lead to reverie.

sighs, false names and disasters are not what you want, and there is no kindness in the city. A straight and thin biscar, thousands of miles of clear pot jade. Holding the book through the ancient rhyme, only the words are written and the tiger is shocked. Si Yisu is often tired of playing, and has no intention of being mediocre. Idle to wave often thank customers, and splash ink in a quiet place to avoid hooligans. Fang burned paper to turn ashes into ashes, and made fertilizer to nourish the grass and trees.

Jia Weng looks at Ruoying, it is nothing more than a flower in the mirror, the moon in the water, and the scene in a dream; Cherish ink like hidden gold, and the works are rarely revealed; Wave to burn ashes and nourish the roots of plants and trees; Splashed ink scenes are rare, and the authentic works are almost nowhere to be found.

The vicissitudes of righteousness are profound, and none of the books written by Jia Weng exist. Don't say that there are thousands of meanings, but it is not to escape to the hidden paradise. said that he was far away from the world, and he had never left Cuixuan so far. Xing Shan sighed at the ink guest in his spare time, frowning and weeping: "The food and drink are cold and lonely, but Ruguang Dayunjing Village." Taihong studied the words diligently every morning, and half of the words did not return to the roots. Saving the stingy to get out of Grande, the iron pheasant who picks the door is not wronged. The crane passed away, and the old paper coffin returned to its soul. ”

Dawn is like the first moon with the waning moon, and the evening and the new autumn are like the old autumn. laughed at the small world, and wanted to suddenly worry about the old wife. Yesterday abandoned the Hanlin reward, and today the dynasty is swimming from the sea. Taihong is good at writing Huaiyixing, and he is full of spirit. Patience and solemnity faced the housewife, and raised his eyebrows with disgust: "Although I talk big and dream of butterflies, I will set my own small skills and different Zhuang Zhou." Graffiti is smeared with few works, and the tail of the tail is ashamed and ashamed. The whole half-penny is worth little, and it is not worth paying from it. The pursuit of the book saint is far away, and the vain Taizong talks about the strand. Alone with the Lanting into the grave, it is difficult to see through it. Knowing your destiny is to live in peace, when will you not worry about letting go!? In this life, I am white-headed and old, how do you expect me to 'warp' quickly?! Don't be coerced by Hu Si, change the normal at will and end up free. ”

The spirit of Siyi, the humor of talking and laughing, is hilarious. The "Orchid Pavilion" in the text is highly respected by Taihong. In the preface of eternal harmony, the group will be graceful. The drunken pen of the right army, the draft is endless. If you doubt that there is divine help, the book will be different again and again. The treasure has been passed down through the ages, and the most unique is Tang Taizong. Search for heart, model to the public.

Towards the beginning of the present hip Baohan, sit at dusk to chase the ancient Chang Ling talisman. Calmly in the Taoist view of the group, quiet and leisurely chanting portraits: "often draw different trading goods, every word is different." Fortunately, Zhuo Er is here, how can he sell gold and silver at a price?! Miaomo comes from the meaning of life, and the mouth still needs to be obscured. The beauty is wonderful in an instant, and the passing air is painted in vain. When I heard this, I was happy, and I was lonely when I saw it. Nine thoughts are like thinking about what is wrong, and two forgetting Xu Xing forgetting to be right. Jiayun poems contain teeth, and the solution is explained by the name of Yi Hao. The wind and the sun are soaked in 8,000 soils, and the crown covers the clouds and floats 30,000 yao. The scales are ready for fatigue, and the hidden dragon is often spoiled and foolish. The future is open for a moment, but I am afraid that there will be no withering. ”

A masterpiece, outstanding to the world, through the ages, can be met but not sought. It is a pity that in today's world, no matter how wonderful art is, it is also the embellishment of life - it comes from life, and it is difficult to surpass life; Rooted in life, it is difficult to break free from life; Attached to life, it is difficult to live independently. Three years of peace, silent reading and deep thought!

The swallow is noisy to the old window, and the warbler is just the new. Looking at the green bamboo by the railing alone, looking at the scales from afar. Sending words and thinking about the two eyebrows, the birthday is a thousand miles of spring. The feast is held at the end of the first brother, and Bai Xin fills in "Erlang God":

"Ancient is not far away,

Xi sixty-six Jiachen day.

Drizzle night clear,

Emerald void mist thin,

The flowers are deep and willowy.

Unbridled solitary music,

Forget to sleep, eat, snow paper, smoke and ink.

cloud mirror Akeno Yuan,

Ice Feather Frost,

The hoofs are faint in the morning and evening.

Overflow.

bookish temperament,

Shameless wings.

There are big and small dragons,

Leaping on the paper,

Black, white, red, yellow, and blue.

Seven Laws of Gold,

A thousand chapters of wonderful rhyme,

Graceful and heroic.

Hongying Xiangxiao Pavilion,

Taoxi Lujiao,

Drink Jiang Xiake. ”

Jia Weng is seventy and four years old, and the willows are flying into silk. Self-deprecating "two-one" has nothing to gain, only thousands of miles to be left behind. Knowing that the banquet was difficult to say goodbye, Wen Yao didn't say that Ma didn't know. I wish to stay today until the crane travels west.

Yan can live in the east regardless of the west, and there is no unique partiality. Siyi waved a gift to Jia'er, and hung the Mingtang hanging on the opposite side. Jiamo is brilliant and bright, and Peng Sheng is shining brightly. The iron casts the ice muscles, and the mighty qi is full of deficiency and nourishes Jinfu. The subtlety is wonderful and the rhyme is blended, and the deification of the star worm is changed:

"Stop at the best"