ancientry:
Junzhu Yangtze River East,
I live in Changjiangxi.
White water is vast and a thousand sails have passed,
The smoke wave is old.
Guizi opened the door to call for wine,
Acacia pressure is low.
Osmanthus blossoms,
White dew and miserable,
If you teach acacia to turn the wind and rain,
It is also counted as the head of the river and the tail of the river.
Drunk and pick up the lights and live apart,
Red teeth shoot off the chaotic soul,
The rules of the old moon are like a child's play,
The red rope is hidden.
Bury a finger of wind and snow,
Bury the inscription wall of yesterday's painting cabinet.
When we first met,
Then man was like a jade,
The spring breeze falls and the eyebrows fall.
Not afraid of wine bottles,
I don't know if there is a separation.
After a farewell,
A person or a person has a period,
Painting traces painting speechless,
Empty guard,
Cold as the traces of morning frost.
The Chinese paintings of my friend Dayijushi @ Dayijushi
