About author:Song Cao, a native of northern Song Dynasty on the outskirts of Yancheng. The character Binchen, the number of the shooting ling, after entering the Qing Dynasty, called himself a cultivator of the sea. A great calligrapher of the late Ming and early Qing dynasties, Gongshu Nengwen, authored books such as "Calligraphy Covenant", woodcut double hook "Cursive Thousand Character Text", "Du Shi Xie", "Hui Qiu Tang Poetry Collection" and other books.
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Knowledge: Right West Lake Bamboo Branch Words, Sheling Yishi Song Cao Book.
Seals: Sheling, Song Cao's Private Seals, Ancient Supervisors, Huiqiutang | Interpretation: In the sunset of the Lin'an cause, sigh why ask the broken peng. The white clouds on the lake refused to go, and the phoenix mountain was locked away from the palace. Shigu Lake asked for wine, and Mianmian sang drunk Tu Su. Wu Ji slowly danced to stay young, and in the blink of an eye, Qingsi changed her husband. | night lonely mountains and moons are full of forests, and the tall people love Zizhi Heart. Qian Qiuhua has no return crane, and the deserted pavilion has been observed so far. The city head Wu Temple rain Xiao Xiao, the water to Wujiang night number. Seventy-two peaks fly blue blood, and the dragon head avoids Jintao. The golden saddle sleeves are clear flowers, and the broken jade beads reflect the sunset. In front of the first peak, the creature changed, and there was little mulberry ma on the high side of Wu Mountain. | the girl on the lake seemed to be familiar, and the whole pair of beards sang bamboo branches. The song finally weeps without words, if you hate Qianxi's light and thin child. | the side of the building, the carriage and horse are xiaoxiao, and the joy is when to break the six bridges. After the drum of infinite mourning, last night tomorrow and this night. The mountains smell autumn everywhere, and immediately the clouds are knotted to win the tour. Listening back to a cry of sorrow, I lowered my eyebrows and raised my eyebrows to myself. Wushan looked at the water, the drums and songs were always unhappy, the spirit was chaotic, the sky was raining, and the dry and scattered peaks were cold.