Traveled to the Tang Dynasty and Wrote Three Hundred Poems Silently

The pen falls into the sword, the pen falls into the storm, and the poem becomes the weeping ghosts and gods; Paintings are made by splashing ink, and the wind and frost arise from the practice, and the goshawk paintings are special; The sound of the piano continued for three days, ringing around the beams and shaking the whole country. Luozi Tianyuan, wait quietly. . . If you don't believe me, please watch the chess players. Winning or losing depends on the end of the game.