Ancient poetry and calligraphy

Scholars are determined, but they are all sparse and have no parents. Song Lin Jingxi's "Shu Huai Ci Chai Master Book"

I can finally send my messenger, the wild goose, back to Luoyang. (Wang Wan's "A Stop at the foot of Beibao Mountain")

The book has its own golden house, and the book has its own "Li Xue Pian" by Yan Ruyu and Song Zhenzong.

Making snow (Du Fu)

Most of the people crying on the battlefield are the ghosts of the newly killed soldiers, only the old people who are sad to write poems.

At dusk, suddenly snowflakes are dancing in the wind.

The gourd is discarded, the wine vessel has no wine, and the stove is red.

The news of the front-line battle and the news of his wife and sisters are unknown. Sadness sits in the air with his hands in the air.

Wang Chun (Du Fu)

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

Book indignation (Lu you)

When I was a child, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains looked like a mountain.

It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.

Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.

When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.