The basin is painted with Shimada Hanzo, and the blue painting is half-contained. No venting, no fear of decay.

Jiang Qing

The fog is wrapped around the mountain, and the thunder and rain have not stopped. Halfway through the sunset, I spit out the Wangjiang Tower.

the cliff is thousands of feet, and orchids are in the sky. There are firewood pickers, so you can't reach out and fold.

picture the orchid

The bluegrass has been in a row, which means a lot in the mountains. Faithfulness is still self-embracing, so why fight against others?

bamboo

one section after another, a thousand branches save ten thousand leaves. I don't bloom, so I don't tease bees and butterflies.

potted orchids

Chunlan has not blossomed in Xialan, so everything reminds people not to stay; After reading all the glory and decline, it is a pot of ang, which is pulled out several times and planted several times.

After it snows in the mountains,

Open the door in the morning, and the mountains are covered with snow, and the snow is clear, the clouds are light and the sun is cold. There is no drop of plum blossom frozen on the eaves, which is a kind of loneliness.

Title Bamboo Stone

Insist that the green hills are not relaxed, and the roots are originally in the broken rocks; It's tough after thousands of blows, and it's windy in the east, west, north and south

The painting of bamboo in Weixian County Department is in its prime, and Bao Dazhong is sincere.

Listening to the rustling bamboo in Yazhai, it is suspected that it is the sound of people's sufferings. Some small history of Caozhou county, one branch and one leaf always concern the situation.

chanting snow

one piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, five, six, seven, eight, ninety pieces. Thousands of pieces of countless pieces, flying into plum blossoms are not seen.

Two

phoenix trees hanging in a small rock pavilion, like a voice in the air. A hundred knocks on the copper ring should not be muddy, and the pine blossoms are thick in the afternoon.

from Xinghua to Gaoyou's seven quatrains

There are a lot of water and clouds, and the shoes are like boats and hats. Selling green money and selling wine, spreading lotus leaves and placing fresh fish.

Fishermen

get 2 yuan for fresh fish, and rice, food and cooking are put back to the boat. It was difficult to burn the wet reed and bask in the ancient shore of weeping poplar.

when I tell you to go back to my hometown, I will draw bamboo and bid farewell to the gentleman and people in Weixian county.

If I throw my black gauze away, it will be an official, and my sleeves will be cold. Write a thin bamboo and use it as a fishing rod on the autumn wind river.

Poems on Mount Weng, Mountains and Waters on Badashan Mountain in Shixi, Shitao

A bag of poems and paintings on Buddhist monk's head. Spread Qian Qian horizontally and vertically, with no more ink spots and more tears!

orchid

This is a kind of quiet flower, which does not ask Wen Da for only a misty glow. Picking firewood or fear of passing through the path, but also write that the mountains are covered.

it's impossible to draw a chrysanthemum and leave an official.

It's hard to pursue it, and the official career is embarrassing. There is quite a hedge chrysanthemum in my family, so I can go back to the autumn wind to resist the cold.

shaoxing

the prime ministers wrote many letters, but the son of heaven in Shaoxing only sang songs. Jin people want to send Hui Qin back, but they don't want anything from the Central Plains!

Zhuzhi Ci

Several families sell green hills, and stones pile up to make splendid spots. At dusk, the driver returned to the car half drunk and sang in the sound of chaos.

there are many winding trees, and there are one or two peaks in the trees. The hut was hidden from the Tibetans, and several chickens and dogs were in the sunset.

inscribed bamboo

two branches of bamboo are pruned to form a heavy cloud, and several leaves are hung upside down. This is the same root and the same gas, why humble and high!

for forty years, I painted bamboo branches, and I wrote by day and thought at night. Redundant and thin, painting is ripe when it is born.

A gift to Yuan Mei

The morning star broke the geese, and several literati scattered along the waterfront of rivers and lakes. Erase the spring and autumn flowers, forcing the frost and snow to dry up.

women are called stunning neighbors and boastful, and I am not poor if you have wizards. It's the pre-Qin dynasty to love him instead of buying a pearl and a mirror.

It's a joy to win the victory in the south.

Suddenly, mud and gold poured into the fence, making the whole family happy and sad. A laurel shadow has a small fame, but a ten-year journey is developed late.

where would you rather cry over the grave? No one is lazy to peep at the curtain in front of the mirror. Although he has Mao Gong, who will he comfort when he is admitted to Huatang?

Daoqing

Old scholar, in a white room; Said Huang Yu, antique. In many high-tech schools of the younger generation, the servants in front of the door are as fierce as tigers,

they go like dragons when they are unfamiliar with flags, and once they become a dream of spring, it is better to teach a few little children in secluded alleys.

Tang Yu is far away from Xia Yin. File week, into the Qin dynasty. Seven competing countries merged. The article is empty in the Han Dynasty.

Gold powder was always abandoned in the Southern Dynasties, but Li Tang, Zhao and Song hurriedly exhausted it. The most lamentable thing is that dragons and tigers are crouching, and the spring lanterns of swallows are all sold and ground.

it's better to cry than to cry. Envy Zhuang Zhou and worship Lao Dan. Wang Sun in Weiyang Palace is miserable. Coix lachryma-jobi from the south is a slander,

Seven-foot coral only harms itself. Kong Ming was a hero in vain, and he knew how many times he saved Qishan by lying in a thatched cottage.

an old fisherman, a fishing rod. By the cliff, by the inlet. Boats come and go without hindrance, Sha Ou is a little light and the waves are far away,

It's raining and cold in the daytime in Digang. Singing a song in the setting sun at night, the golden shadow shook in an instant, and Mo looked up at Dongshan on the moon.

the old woodcutter cuts his own firewood. Bundle pines, clip green locust. Beyond the wild grass and autumn mountains, the monument is a wasteland, and

the Chinese table lies in the blue moss. The stone horse grinds the knife in front of the grave. It's better to sell wine with spare money and come back drunk on the mountain path.

the old Buddhist monk, in the ancient temple, burned incense and rang the bell. Tukui oats are available for free fasting. The broken mountain gate has nothing to do with the lock.

The sun is yellow and loose at sunset. The autumn stars twinkle and fall. The dark futon meditates, and the tea burns red at night.

Zheng Xie

Twelve Poems of Nian Nujiao (Southeast Wang Qi)

Date: Qing Author: Zheng Xie Title: Twelve Poems of Nian Nujiao: Southeast Wang Qi, sweeping away the old habits, purging the country. The old cypress pines lay in the temple, and dragons came to stay every night. Weng Zhong's clothes, lion's horns, static lock moss mark green. The setting sun breaks, and several people study on horses. It is said that things change, the mountains are stormy, and ghosts cry at midnight. I don't remember the founding day of that year, and the clay figurine of the Yuan Dynasty burst into tears. The eggshell is dry, and the world of pills and mud is rolling like a candle. On the side of the old monk's mountain, only one scoop of boiling spring is taken. Hongguang founded the country as a golden lotus and Yushu, and later became a fanatic. There is no limit to the pain of vegetation and mountains, only to explain the songs and choose colors. Swallows write notes, spring lanterns tell mysteries, and the night is short and the sky is narrow. Haiyun paid separately, and even stopped the red sun. It is also the reign of Ma Ruan, the town of Gao Liu, and the dog bag towel. I still hate it when I sell it all, and I have to go to the southeast half. Who can escape the rise and fall of a state, the success or failure of others? Taiping Longwan, this Cao Jiu has been born. By the bank of Laolao Pavilion, it was blown by the west wind and forced into a willow. Such as thread, such as silk, infinite hatred, breeze and smoke. Sail on the river, don't cry before respecting, and have affectionate friends in your eyes. Words are endless, and the setting sun is sad and thin. Tulitu was famous for half his life, and he calculated carefully in his spare time. Ten things often lost nine. He danced with all his makeup and was always lured by his family. Immediately, I screamed and begged in the street, and it all went up in smoke. What is the joy of the generals? Being poor is worse than being stubborn. Where do you turn around and turn the prosperous old dreams? Only Qingshan surrounds the old country, with yellow leaves and westerly vegetable gardens. Picking up the oak steps, fishing in the palace swamp, and returning at dusk. The copper bottle is a hundred feet high, and the mourning sound is as vivid as a complaint. It's just a stone's throw from the river, and Yu Wenhuaji is Han Qinhu. The rouge at the bottom of the well came out arm in arm and asked where Er Xiao Niang was. Poems on the night tour in the Qing Dynasty, flowers in the backyard, and singing the song "Crossing the River and Closing the Woman". The true colors of ci field, but the number of emperors? The twilight clouds are fading, and the broken building is faint, and the clock is lying in the hospital. There are thousands of green hills outside the courtyard, and the springs under the steps are shallow. Crows make noise in the pine gallery, rats turn over the scriptures, and monks are far away from lonely clouds. An empty beam is broken, and the old nest is not returned to the swallow. Pity the rise and fall of the six generations, give birth to public aspirations, and never care about grievances. If you plant bodhicitta sword halberd, you will fall into Sakyamuni's wheel first. The history of Qing dynasty ridiculed the bomb, passed the lamp as a laughing stock, and was a fence-sitter in vain. Constant sand is boundless, and the number of human disasters is short. Gan Kun's side, supported by Hao Ying's generations, was in mid-air. The eternal dragon is immortal, and the seven orifices are more dry than the heart. Bamboo stick and linen, scarlet robe and white blade, plain and clumsy is hard. Confidence comes out, and I don't understand why. I also know that Ji Qi Gao Kui, Hong Dian San Yi, Yue Wei Shen Fu. He has broken down since the beginning, and the topic is not the same. Ten families are all punished, and the skin is ten thousand pieces, and the soul is heroic and martial. Rats in the world, how to make up tigers! The bridge is low in red, the water is long in Qinhuai, and the green poplars are floating. Lead the spring breeze to accompany the dancing swallow, with dew and sadness to say goodbye. Smoke is soft and pear blossoms, rain is charming and cold food, and grass urges the season. Draw a boat flute and drum, and the song fills the air. After all, there are few peach leaves and peach roots in ancient and modern times, and the color art is called double unique? A ray of red silk leans to the left, and the boudoir is more or less buried. If Yi Guang, Zhu Luo will die, who will be a philosopher? Wang Lang's song, Qianqiu Yan said Jiang Zhen. Autumn is the spirit, it is a storm and a bleak. The setting sun crows down the mountain to ask about the old ruins of Taicheng. The old vine hides the snake, the flowers are cheap and the blood is bad. Some people are herding horses, and the city heads are blowing. At the beginning, I sacrificed my face, ate only vegetables and fruits, and abided by the Samoan law. Why dig up rats when you are hungry, and birds' eggs climb the nest and suck? Let's talk about Hehe again. What's wrong with losing? Hard words, tears in the hero's chest. Winding alley, at the oblique angle of spring city, in the shade of green poplar. The ochre walls are paved with stones, and the doors reflect the flowing water of Bixi. Drizzle, flute in the setting sun, all the way through peaches and plums. The wind blows the falling flowers, and the falling flowers wind blows again. It is also full of cars, every family is a swallow, and Jiangjie has beautiful scenery. In April, cherry blossoms filled the city, and snowflake shad knives. Huaishui is clear in autumn, Zhongshan is dusk, and the old horse ploughs idle land. A hill and a gully, I will die here. Hanging rock thousands of feet, borrow the European knife and axe, cut into battlements. Thousands of miles of golden city are endless, and Wan Li and Hong Tao are bursting. Wang Jun boarded the ship, and he pointed out that the wind was profitable. The bow is lit with torches, and the iron chain is burned casually. This spring, I went to Qiu Lai, where I was caught in a misty rain. Call the Six Dynasties to prosper and abolish things, and call the Xiaoling Temple Pavilion broken. The mountains are desolate, the rivers are rushing, and the tide hits the empty city. Several fishing flutes were sounded, and the reed flowers rose in the wind. The word Yuanyang is a much-told story of the red boudoir, but is it true? How many heroic sons and daughters have made a disaster. The golden lotus in the front hall, the Yushu in the back court, and the wind and rain are rushing. Lu Jia is happy, one song for a long time! That is, today's lake Ruyan Liu, the lake clouds are like dreams, and the lake waves are thicker than wine. At the foot of the mountain, the vines float in the green belt, and the sleeves dance across the water. Peach leaves are small, Mochow is small, and there is a population of loanwords. What is the crime of romance? No honor, no shame, no blame. Zhou Lang was a young man, and he was a great man in Jiangdong. Eighty thousand troops flew a torch, and the wind rolled the yellow leaves in front of the beach. The building collapsed, the flag was swept, and the river was bleeding. In March in Xianyang, there is no such thing as fire. I miss him and mourn for him. I look back and think about the song, and the tiger account talks about the rest. Gong Jin had a beautiful day, and the monarch and his subjects said goodbye. Wu and Shu are friends, and Liu is boiling, and the old charm becomes a traitor. I still hate it, and Qinhuai is suffocating every night. The above Zheng Xie's work Nian Nu Jiao ***12

In this painting, there are several bamboo pruning poles, and the length is extremely left-leaning and right-leaning, looking forward to love. The pen is firm and round, and it is refreshing and flying. After the bamboo, several stone pillars stand upright, with ink hook painting and brushwork embroidery, which are quite hard-working, but less rubbed but full of charm. Bamboo uses thick ink, while stone uses light pen. The shades contrast with each other, and the reality and the reality contrast with each other, which is full of fun. The whole picture is imposing and elegant, and the arrogance makes people feel emotional.

Zheng Xie (1693-1765) was a painter and writer in Qing dynasty. The word Kerou,no. Banqiao, was born in Suzhou, Ming Hongwu, moved to Xinghua, and was born in Xinghua, Jiangsu. Less lonely and poor, gifted, generous and arrogant, beyond the generation. In 1736, he was a scholar in Kangxi, a juren in Yongzheng, a scholar in Qianlong's first year, and an official in Weixian County, Shandong Province. He was dismissed from office because he helped farmers win lawsuits and handle relief. Before and after becoming an official, he lived in Yangzhou to sell paintings, which is one of the eight eccentrics in Yangzhou. Good at painting Lanzhu, good at poetry, poetic novelty. Paintings handed down from ancient times include Bamboo Stone Map, Orchid Landscape Map and Lanshi Map.