All thumbs are generous virtues.
Broad-minded, full of rivers, pen and ink dance.
It is beneficial to open books, reward hard work in heaven, and climb mountains near water
The moon is bright and the wind is cool. People are as light as chrysanthemums and as angry as blue.
Even the wisest man is foolish, floating like a dream, and smooth sailing.
Beautiful weather, warm old and new, harmonious and auspicious.
There is no end to learning, industry is good at diligence, and life is longer than Nanshan.
Open-minded, winding and secluded, relaxed and happy.
Open-minded, quiet and far-reaching, contentment is always happy.
Self-improvement, good as water, be prepared for danger in times of peace.
Brilliant pen, natural, think twice.
There is no limit to learning the sea, and it is rare to be confused.
Lotte know life, Shi knows him, Shi Jing knows.
The bamboo newspaper is safe, leisurely and carefree, and the country is in the picture.
Sensitive and cautious, stepping through the snow, Xun Mei, only good.
Purple gas comes from the east, and the clouds are light and the wind is light.
Ancient poetry
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the sky is high and birds fly.
Reading breaks thousands of volumes, and writing is like a god.
The moon, at this time is at sea, over the end of the world.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
After all, the world is just a small place.
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Like the lotus of water, it has the nature of nature.
No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it.
Sunset, infinitely beautiful, only near dusk.
Picking chrysanthemums under the east fence, you can see Nanshan leisurely.
The cicadas are singing, and the Woods are particularly quiet; The singing of birds in the mountains is more beautiful than usual.
Until the river bank widens at low tide, and no wind blows my lonely sail.
Wood is thriving and spring is blooming.
The ancients learned nothing, and it takes time to grow old.
The edge of the sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from bitter cold.
There is a road in the mountain of books, but there is no limit to learning the sea.
If you don't think twice, you will regret it. People can bear it without worry.
The moon comes first near the water tower, and flowers and trees are easy to spring in the sun.
A thousand years ago, pen and ink were earth-shattering.
After thousands of tortures and blows, it is still strong, whether it is the southeast wind or the northwest wind in winter, it can bear it and will still be tough and straight.
I can't recognize the true face of Lushan Mountain because I am there.
"Mottled shadows hang obliquely on the clear shallow water, and their fragrance spreads peacefully in the moonlight dusk."
There is a long way to go in Xiu Yuan, and I will go up and down.
There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
Not cold, not awake, not quiet, not far away.
Everyone can see the face of spring, the spring breeze blows flowers open, thousands of purple, and the scene of spring is everywhere.
What you get on paper is so shallow that you never know what you have to do.
Spring night is worth a thousand dollars, and the flowers are fragrant and the moon is cloudy.
In front of Mount Cisse, egrets fly freely, plump mandarin fish swim happily on the river, and peaches floating on the water are so bright and full.
A gentleman is poor, who wants to meet today without paying for drinks?
My friend's sail shadow faded away and disappeared at the end of the blue sky, only seeing the first line of the Yangtze River and heading for the distant horizon.
We hope to fly in heaven, two birds become one and grow on the earth, two branches of a tree. ..
There are many talented people all over the country, and their poems and popularity will last for hundreds of years.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
All rivers run into the sea, of course, great, but standing on a wall without desire is so much.
The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
Guan Heming's osprey, accompanied by the small continent of the river. A beautiful and virtuous woman is a good spouse of a gentleman.