Thousands of mountains are tempered,

When the fire started, it was idle.

I'm not afraid of fractures,

Leave your innocence in the world.

A political prisoner is listening to cicada Wang Luobin.

Cicada sang in the western land and ordered me to make up my mind in my cell. However, it needs those songs with black wings to break the heart of a white-haired prisoner.

His flight passed through the thick fog, and his pure voice was drowned in the world of wind. Who knows if he is still singing? Who will listen to me? .

Plum blossom Wang Anshi

There are some plums in the corner, and cold ling opens them alone. I knew from a distance that it wasn't snow, because there was a smell coming.

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The snow pressed the pine and cypress, and the pine and cypress stood tall and straight. You should know that pine trees are noble and noble before melting.

Mo mei Wang Mian

The trees in Xiyan Lake near my home are covered with faint ink marks. Don't boast about the good color, just let the air be full of dried Kun.

Zhu Shi Zheng Banqiao

Bamboo is not relaxed at all, its roots are firmly embedded in the cracks in the rocks. Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is east, west, north and south.

"Painting Chrysanthemum" Zheng Sixiao

Flowers bloom without falling, and the interest of independent hedging is not bad.

It is better to hold incense in the branches and wait for death than to blow it into the north wind.