Year: Song Author: Qin Guan
All works are sacred, but doctors have books to pass on.
People die in a mood, and the beauty is really sky-high.
Young man Zou Ziben Huaihai, seeking textual research.
When everything goes wrong, we know that all diseases come first.
When I visited Beijing Room at the age of 20, I was recommended by the governors.
Guo Gong dared not be jealous and sent his son to beg for a whip.
Abandoning the national costume is late, and the hair is bare.
Make a scene in the street and send money in the afternoon.
The heir is quite extraordinary, and the literary scene is early.
Picking up green and purple on the journey is good at accumulating the mercy of heaven.
"There are seven ancient stone carvings in Shimei, Jiangxi Province, and the first sentence is all about elegance and length."
Year: Song Author: Zhou Bida
The ancients were full of courtesy and righteousness, and their feelings were shaped by words.
Although the four beginnings are different, they are like a source in a season.
From then on, the roots are shallow and the branches are annoying.
Many people work hard every day. Today is a big day.
If you want to follow the past, you should be the original you.
The first thought is innocent, and there are hundreds of them.
Dong
Year: Ming Author:
When the owner is prosperous, he hates humble promotion and has a high-rise building in the neighborhood.
I'm afraid of seeing the gate, so I'll sell the house materials.
Looking back at the heyday of the owners, it was strange to chop wood in poverty.
Take the cloud to the corner, take down the stone and open the base.
Wine and wine gather together, and the China Pavilion is carved with heavy buildings.
Dress up like a mirror, spring clouds move, the banquet is finished, and the bead curtain shines at night.
When stepping on blood, Ma Aochun in front of the door.
Strong slaves stood on the porch cover, and passers-by hung their heads.
Once separated, the big house is left empty for others.
Steal old flowers near the nursery and cut down newly planted willows in Nantang.
Wind rafters and rain walls separate, and Hu Ye crosses spider silk during the day.
In the past, people tried to make a stone plan, but today, they are sad with ants.
The whole family goes away, and the sunset sets in Ye Fei.
When vacating from Yanmen Lane, a neighbor picked up eaves.