The candlelight is dim, playing games with you in the middle of autumn. Who knows that the moon outside the window has already filled the west building?
Boil a pot of wine, sit across from each other and pour a cup of wine at night, play chess with a puff of sleeves, teach each other hand in hand
Exhibition scroll: Beautiful mountains and clear waters on rice paper. Who are the beautiful mountains and rivers waiting for?
With half-closed eyes, I wish to be by your side in life and death. I don't want to be white-haired.
Ink-colored sand ? ? The city is falling and the country is prosperous for a lifetime
Promise to accompany you in life and death? Hand in hand to climb the nine-story pagoda under the moon
Lifting the pen? ? Who is the landscape painter in the hegemony?
Blood-stained cinnabar? Light a plum blossom
Black pouring sand ? ? For whom to stand up and speak softly to conquer the world
The brush strokes and ink shades? Painting with your first and last name
King of the world ? ? The mountains and rivers are like flowers in the moon mirror
The cliff with splashes of ink? Xu Ishi is worried about