The second of the four gentlemen-Lan (with poems and pictures) avoids the worldly distractions, lives in seclusion, nourishes the mountain corners, dyes the ancient Cenjing into patterns on pottery, holds up the majestic and persistent roots of the mountains, and the sounds of nature ring behind you, while the original noise and thick universe are drinking your pleasant beauty. Bright language is like an oasis in the desert, turning loneliness into a smile. You wipe away the shallow moonlight and dust, exposing a louder reason than Songtao. Everything listens to you with the ears of the soul. Disintegrate mania and rich fragrance, with purity in the clarity of a drop of dew. Empty valleys and green hills are particularly beautiful. The green water is more charming and cracked, and the stone pattern blooms. The green grass dances on your delicate lips, despising arrogance and arrogance. The sacred petals are blooming with eternal goodwill and warmth. Pines and cypresses bow their heads in your humble eyes, and hard rocks are sincerely melted by you. Tired streams are condensed in your bright eyes because of the squeaking of Xiangyu and birds. There are no bright stems, only peaceful sounds and comfortable stretches.
The third of the four gentlemen-bamboo (with poems and pictures) The thin wind was slid by Su Mo of Banqiao on the colorful historical binding line, with the leaves dancing and the sound green. A song of human desire is melodious and heroic, Chihiro's expression turns to Tianxin, and a pair of eyes that penetrate sound are enthusiastically cloned. Imperfect ideas show that magnetism will be just and upright. When the voices of the raining people return to a heavy and weak indignation, the drunken greed is still at the tip of the leaf, and the fat birds nest in the same cell. Although there is no shocking appearance and thin bones and muscles, it gives people deeper enlightenment and calmness than the sea. There's no need to tease people's eyes. Clear shadows sway the sunrise on the horizon and smash the wailing of mosquitoes flying against the light. The perspective behind some greedy and stubborn flashy masks is taking root. Peeling off in your perseverance, lying drunk in your totem-like posture, countless souls meditating in the rippling blood and swimming in colorful clouds, brewing perseverance, without the grandeur of mountains, the stormy waves of the sea, the cracked vows of the shore, and the colorful charm of flowers. Only when the weather is open and the four seasons are stirred by the wind in the southeast and northwest can you show your loyalty. Four gentlemen-chrysanthemum (with poems and pictures) leads the hair of autumn rain to sing all the way, but it is not as transparent as white jade. Exquisite as a gem, only a gentleman's temperament and sincerity engrave the supreme. You use the thinker's soul to burn frost and dew, use eternal simplicity to ignite distinctive brilliance, and use deduction to enlarge Weng Tao's business card. You rightfully stretch your limbs, let mania and noise cultivate tranquility on it, and sweat drops keep trudging back and forth along the eternal trajectory, with the breath of hazy autumn. You put wings on the high sky, inoculate tentacles on the high earth, and whisper the words of tapping the eardrum for the white clouds. The golden sunset is full of your indifferent personality. People are drunk if they want to be far away. The vastness and sadness of the meteor splashing in the dark reveals the emerald-like joy stone for you, so the stream is no longer sad and choked. The wind that is no longer lonely and talkative is silent and immortal in your blessings and wishes. Migratory birds perch on your petals, which are pointed, round, long or short. The light blue pigeon whistle rings for you again, and the sunrise that wakes up after the flying storm subsides sprays a new round of beads, pearls, jade, words and pictures, recording the song of your tenacious life. Lift the bottle of sake you gave me, and drink Nanshan leisurely into a dust-free fragrance.