The best answer is Tang Yin, also known as Bohu and Ziwei. He has a sweet and sharp nature, and he has a crazy life, Zhang Ling, who indulges in alcohol and does not engage in any career. Zhu Yun clearly stipulated that it would be a good year for the family to be closed. He ranked first in the provincial examination in the eleventh year of Hongzhi's reign. Liang Chuqi, the master of the examination, showed his writings. He also showed the scholar Cheng Minzheng to the court, and his Minzheng was also strange. Not long after, President Minzheng held an examination. Xu Jing, a rich man from Jiangyin, bribed his children to get the test questions. When the matter was exposed, the speaker impeached Min Zheng, and the words were repeated, and he was ordered to be imprisoned and demoted to an official. If you don't accept your shame, you will become more dissolute when you return home. Ning Wang Chenhao hired him with a lot of money. Yin noticed that he had different ambitions and pretended to be crazy about drinking, which exposed his ugliness. Chen Hao couldn't bear it, so he returned it. He built a house in Taohuawu, where he drank with guests every day. He died at the age of fifty-four. Yanhuai laughed, danced and sang wildly for fifty years. Have fun among the flowers and sleep in the moon. The name spreads throughout the country. No one cares about the lack of wine money in the waist. The poems and poems are self-proclaimed authors. Many people call me a god. Some work must be done. Don't lose an inch of your heart. Warning: Everything in the world is like a boat with a short canopy. Either move to the west bank or move to the east. The moon is missing and full moon several times. Several southerly and northerly winds. No one is good as time goes by. In late spring, the flowers sometimes turn red. You must bear with what is right and wrong. Half dementia and half deafness. Warning: Everything depends on God, don’t ask for help. The children and grandchildren live far away. Don't be careless after drinking three glasses of wine. Once you get the wind, you can harvest it. When did everything happen? How long will it take to stop harming everyone? It is better to dissolve enemies than to make enemies. Everyone looked back. Drinking wine and singing under the flowers, the ninety-year-old spring light is thrown away. Drink wine and sing songs in front of the flowers. How many days can the flowers bloom on the branches? How much life can there be in this world. Good flowers are difficult to plant and will not bloom. It's easy to be a teenager and never happen again. Life is not about getting drunk in front of flowers. Huaxiao's life is also dull. The Chang Gate is an event. The paradise of the world is Wuzhong, and there is a Chang Gate in Wuzhong, which is more powerful. There are three thousand green sleeves up and down the building, and there are millions of gold in the water from west to east. The sales at Wu Geng Market are never the same. The dialects from far away are always different. If the painter is asked to draw a painting, the painter should say that painting is difficult. A poem about a chicken with a picture of a golden rooster announcing the dawn. Part 1: Wu Kui's crown with five-colored feathers scatters the stars all over the sky with its crow; under the golden gate of a copper pot with jade leaks, many princes rein in their horses to listen. Second, the red crown on the head does not need to be cut off, and the body is white as snow when walking into the future; I dare not speak lightly in my life, and thousands of doors will be opened with one call. Third, the blood-stained crown, brocade feathers, and high-spirited appearance have new feathers; outside the Ming Dynasty gate, visitors to heaven immediately listen to the first sound. Inscribed on the autumn picture of the suburbs of Dongcun by the painter Zhou Dong, the carp is tied to the boat in the strong wind, and the rain has collected in the cold mountains on both sides of the bank. Bohu pretends to be a beggar, composes poems to win wine, and goes up and up again, all the way to the high mountain. With your head raised, the red sun and white clouds are low, and you can see all the seas and lakes. The inside of the wound is desolate and desolate, and the flowers are fragrant; the hibiscus is easy to wither, and the osmanthus branches are destroyed; I have lost my way and have no way to go, where can I go; the dawn moon is bright on the dust beam, and the daytime sun shines on the spring sun; disturbing the scenery, I miss the past, The liver is split and the soul is flying. Night reading: Come at night and lie down on the pillow to think carefully. I lie alone for a long time with the lamp burning. I think that my hair on my temples will turn gray with time, and I don’t know when my belt will turn yellow. People say that you will jump three times after death, but I want to do one while alive. When the name is unknown, the heart is immortal, and I turn on the light to read the article. The Qilu poem was given to his mentor Liang Chu to show his ambition to win the championship. He was ambitious but refused to chase the woodcutter and fishermen, and the fate of Qin was almost ready to be swept away. Swords are worth a hundred gold and can only be read, and jade is suddenly sold after being deposed three times. Red silk dares to look forward to next year's cakes, but yellow silk is deeply ashamed of writing today; three strategies are promoted that are not ancient poems, how can God boast about them? Inscribed on the picture of a boat sunk in a stone field, there are strange people in the Dongting, and the buildings and rooms are inhabited by clouds and clouds; the windows and couches are like painted boats, and the mountains and rivers are clear and beautiful. Flowing Water Poetry Shallow water, long and endless, endless coming and going. It flows eastward in twists and turns, and it is difficult to stop it due to mountains and ridges. Ask Yi Benteng when he will rest, he will not look back until he reaches the sea. Zhang Mengjin changed the poem "Flowing Water" into "Shallow water, intermittent and continuous, clear in the mountains, and turbid outside the mountains." It’s hard to turn back after twists and turns, sobbing and crying day and night. Wen Yi was so sad that he regretted leaving the valley in the first place. Inscribed on the wall of Wu Zixu's temple, the white horse once rode on the sea tide, originating from Wu's previous dynasty. There were many injustices in front of me, and I would like to borrow the sword from the general. Crying prostitute Xu Su, with clear waves and double robes, has disappeared without a trace, her love is lingering and her resentment is heavy. The remaining powder, yellow and raw silver touches the face, so the fragrance of clothes is sent to the jade breast. The moonlight flowers fall in front of the lamp, and people meet in their dreams when spring is over. If I am still young, I will teach you how to meet you in my dream. Titled Zhang Mengjin's portrait of a half-length beauty, she is very graceful and graceful, but it is a pity that she is half-length; but she hates that the painter was ignorant and failed to describe the touching and emotional aspects. Picture of Chrysanthemum: The yellow flower has no owner, and is left alone in the winding paths with sparse fences. You only spend money to buy powder, and the color of your life is paid to the west wind.

Qilu Poem Ode to Qiyun Mountain It's been more than nine months since the fall of the suburban garden, and the autumn mountain is enjoying its first day today. The colors of the frost forest are all painted, and the wild goose characters are half-empty in cursive script. They have a close friendship with each other, but they have little contact with Brother Kong Fang. A blessing in disguise. The chest feels quiet and empty. Inscribed on the stone chamber wall of Qiyun Mountain. Qiyun Mountain is aligned with the wall of the wall, and the green mountains are all low. Separated from the north and south geese, only the sun and moon can pass east and west. Picture of the Wan Fan with the title Autumn Wind. When autumn comes, the Wan Fan is collected together. Why does a beautiful woman value feelings? Please take a closer look at the world's situation, most people will not follow the hot weather! Wen Zhengming was pregnant with his son and was afraid of the wind and dew in the winding road. The human voice gradually fades and the solitary flute plays. Where can the jade man embrace the beauty? Travel to Zhenjiang and climb Jinshan Mountain and Jiaoshan Mountain. The world's roads are north and south, and the earth has been turbulent for ancient and modern times. In the spring, travelers are sad and their hair is white, and the soldiers burn gold in the garden. Tang Bohu and Zhu Zhishan wrote a couplet about strange rocks. The strange rocks are leaning against the clouds, and they are thrown around for a certain number of years. The moss grows on the hair because of the rain, and the wisteria pierces the nose and is carried by the wind. He never eats grass by the stream. It has been difficult to cultivate the fields in Longshang since ancient times. I hate killing the shepherd boy but I can't afford the whip, the sound of the flute hangs over the sunset smoke. Missing Shen Jiuniang on the road in Yangzhou. Looking at the two places far apart, I shed my cloth robe with pure tears. Yangliu Xiaoyan is in a state of confusion, and Lihua Muyu is haunted by dreams. The clouds cover the virtual gold house of Chu Pavilion, and the phoenix enters Wushan and plays the jade flute. Tomorrow the river bridge will look back again, and the moon will shine brightly, and old friends will be thousands of miles away. I went to Tang Yin and told myself that I was not confused at the Taohua Temple. I drew and wrote "Fish, soup, rice and rice. I have a good life, and I am forty years old in a blink of an eye. How can I be evil if I am lazy? I am rich but I don't expect it, so I don't worry about poverty." There is a pot of golden vines in the monk's room, and three cups of frozen spring in the wild shop. I hate myself for not being talented but still celebrate myself. I am a peaceful man who has nothing to do for half his life. Later it was changed to "Tian Yi Dao", who planned to live his whole life, and his forty years passed in a blink of an eye; he was good and lazy, so why should he be evil? Wealth is not what we expected, so we should not worry about poverty. There is a pot of golden vines in the monk's room, and three cups of frozen spring in the wild shop; such a blessing cannot be eliminated, and a peaceful man will be in poverty for half his life. Picture of holding flowers and smiling. It started to rain last night, and several of the begonias were light and delicate. The beautiful woman came out of the orchid room at dawn and went to compare her makeup in the mirror. Asking the man how beautiful the flower is, his face is good, but the man is not as graceful as the flower. The beautiful lady became coquettish and angry when she saw the words. She didn't believe that a dead flower was better than a living person. Crush the flowers into pieces and throw them in front of the man, asking him to sleep with them tonight. Song of Peach Blossom Temple Peach Blossom Temple in Taohuawu, Peach Blossom Fairy in Peach Blossom Temple; Peach Blossom Fairy grows peach trees and picks peach flowers in exchange for wine money. When I'm sober, I just sit in front of the flowers; when I'm drunk, I come to sleep under the flowers; half-awake and half-drunk day after day, the flowers fall and bloom year after year. I hope that when I die in old age, I am unwilling to bow in front of the chariot and the horse. I hope that the chariot and the horse are rich enough to be interesting, and the wine cup and the branches of the wine are poor. If the rich and the noble are compared to the poor and the lowly, one is on the ground and the other is in the sky; if the poor and the lowly are compared to a chariot and a horse, he has to drive and I have nothing to do. Others laugh at me for being crazy, but I laugh at others for not being able to see through it; there are no tombs of the heroes of the Five Tombs, and there are no flowers or wine to cultivate the fields. A gift to Japanese friend Hikokuro. Hikokuro returned to Japan and wrote poems as a tribute. He traveled to China twice, and when he returned he would be praised for his experience. The sword is worn by the emperor in the next year, and the stars in the morning and midnight are reflected in the fairy tree. Li Ge bids farewell to his three-year guest, and travels across the sea of ??whales to conquer Wanli's home. If I have to go back to this trip again, I must break a flower from Langgan. In the book written by Tang Yin of Gusu in the midsummer of Renshen, the seventh year of Zhengde, there is a picture of the solitary clouds falling in the clouds. There is no trace of the solitary clouds falling in the mist among the beaded curtains of the painting. I have wanted to see Wang Nanhai for thousands of years, and I once borrowed a gust of wind from the Dragon King. The poem was given to King Ning, and he recited it into a four-rhyme poem. Who did he care about? White heads are also good for hairpins and flowers, and the bright moon will hardly shine on the wine. One day of leisure brings immeasurable blessings, and I spend a thousand years making fun of people. The day is full of right and wrong, and you ask me how I still don’t know? Drunk Poetry: Under the green peach blossom tree, the big-footed mobo waved. He didn't even mention the copper coins, so he first laid a bed with reed mats. Three glasses of white wine and a few heartfelt words. When will I return home and have a laugh with her? The poor man chants: Ten days of wind and rain will make you faint, and your eight wives and children will complain of hunger. The letter is an innocent joke on me. No one comes to buy the fan-head poem. The white-haired old man in Qingshan is stubborn, and his life of pen and inkstone is hard. If the people in the paddy field on the lake don’t want it, who will buy it for my painting of Zhongshan? The wind and rain in the deserted village are mixed with the crow of chickens, and the old wife is ashamed of the cooking pot. I plan to sell a new bamboo shoot, but the price of bamboo shoots in the market is as low as mud. I don't always work on calligraphy, painting, poetry, and make a living in it. If you are willing to think that the money in Dou Li's bag is small, it will help Mr. become poor all day long. The white door is covered with red hibiscus, and there are geese, ducks and wives and children next to each other. It’s hard to imitate natural interests, and you won’t feel hungry even if you don’t smoke for three days. Words about Love of Vegetables The taste of vegetables should not be underestimated. What would a person do without this taste? Scholars know this position and their careers will be successful, farmers know this flavor and their crops will be rich, skilled craftsmen will know this flavor and their crafts will be refined, merchants will know this flavor and their goods will increase their profits. I hope everyone knows this taste. Can this taste be different from the common people? I love vegetables, and people love meat. There is too much meat in the belly of a wise man.

There is a bowl of yellow rice porridge in the kitchen, which means that you will have peace and happiness in your three lives. Illustration of poems inscribed in Tao Valley: During a night of travel against the fate of marriage, I chatted with short poems to get to know Nihong. At that time, I made Tao Chengzhi, so why should I respect the redness in front of me? A Fifty-Character Poetry: Laughing, dancing and singing wildly for fifty years, having fun among flowers and sleeping in the moon. His name is spread all over the country, but no one will believe that he has no money for wine. The poems and poems claimed that he was the author, and everyone suspected that he was a god. These must be done diligently, without losing an inch of the sky in your heart. A satirical alchemist who wears rags and a rag skirt, and tells everyone he knows how to burn silver. Why don't you burn some for yourself and sell it to others at the head of the river? Poem of Falling Flowers: The peach blossoms are all gone and the apricot blossoms are empty. The blooms and falls are about the same every year. Since the festival is approaching the evening of March, why should anyone hate the fifth watch wind? The fluttering eaves are straight and broken, the curtains are green, and the top bricks are as bright as brocade. When you pick it up in the Cala Luo Fang Parry, a pair of mandarin ducks are right in the middle. Tired Embroidery Picture: The night lily flowers are blooming and the fragrance fills the courtyard. The jade woman stops embroidering to express her feelings. All the flowers are embroidered with freshness and skill. Only mandarin duck embroidery can't be done. The Ruler of "Qishu Remaining Resentment" Buddha said that emptiness can also be measured, and emptiness is longer than hatred; the silver-flowered treasure and golden star ruler can recognize the fragrance of ten slender fingers. The Knife of "Qi Shu's Remaining Regret" The crest of a crest meets the snowflakes and cuts through the murky water of the Wusong River; only the tears of lovesickness are difficult to cut, so old marks are broken and new marks are connected. The needle in "Qishu Yihen" When begging for skills in front of the building, golden needles and jade fingers are playing with spring silk; the Cowherd and the Weaver Girl meet every year, but it is a pity that their faces will never be separated. The embroidery bed in "Qi Shu's Legacy" is sad to say goodbye to the fallen flowers in the moonlight, but the dream of beautiful spring trees is short and long; only the needle and thread of the embroidery bed are still there, and the remaining velvet leaves the scent of lipstick. The lamp holder of "Qi Shu's Remaining Regret" The three-foot silver lantern is burning across the tent, the happiness is not over and the marriage is gone; may the teachings turn into a treasure of light, shining through the underworld and the dawn of the sky.