Shen Yinmo (1883-1971), formerly known as Junmo, was a native of Wuxing, Zhejiang. In his early years, he studied in Japan, and in 1916, he taught when Cai Yuanpei presided over the president of Peking University, and later became a professor at Peking University, the president of Peking University, and after liberation, he served as the deputy director of the Central Museum of Culture and History. Outstanding contemporary calligrapher. There is the "Tyumen Words".
Go to the feast night to smell the geese
The wind and frost called a goose, and the lights returned to several people.
Leaning on the tall building, the stars are suddenly full of clothes.
It is difficult to blow the song, and the end is contrary to the temperament.
At this time, there was trouble, and the chanting was inevitable.
Tang She sat in the rain with the brothers
The rain is heavy in spring, and the cold wind turns to the bushes.
Lan Huiyi, the earthly world is useless.
There are brothers in the four seas, and there are several geese in ten years.
The vicissitudes of the sky are not metaphorical, and the wine is not poor!
Gurudwara
The world is in turmoil, and it is difficult to cross the advective current.
The room family is still north and south, and the flesh and bones are full of sorrow and joy.
The blood of the crane is three years blue, and the pine waves are cold in February.
The tomb door swears today, a crown of life and death.
Long rain
What's going on in Artemisia?
If you want to honor the wine as much as you can, you will finally be ashamed of your talents.
Floating clouds still cover the sun, and the rain does not smell thunder for a long time.
Day and night, the water of the Yangtze River comes from thousands of miles.
Miscellaneous feelings
The hero dreams of hunting in the field and shooting at the south head of the tiger.
Tears abounded, and the merits were not equal.
The sword is my friend, and the gold is my enemy.
If you are a foot in a thousand miles, what will you ask for?
Breaking dawn in the first year of the Republic of China
Breaking dawn smells the clear angle, and the leaves fly over the forest.
Wind and dust are thousands of miles, frost dew nine autumn heart.
There should be many deaths involved in the world, and the time of mourning should be from now on.
Wolong has been gone for a long time, and I am worried about how deep it is!
Yong Huai
The heavenly heart is neither disturbed nor is the human heart in danger.
The chaos of the day is like a storm for thousands of years.
Song weeping river original change, pitching city asahi.
Don't think about traveling far, sadly huai Tse-wei.
Tyumen Room Miscellaneous Poems
During the troubles of life, it is either sick or old.
The divine will is inherently surplus, and the shape of the skeleton is difficult to be good for a long time.
Daytime to the church, lamenting like a sweep.
For the centenary period, you must be insured for one day.
Sending teachers and fools in the autumn rain
The flowers are lonely and mossy, and the cool rain is even more mournful in autumn.
Jiang Shui He's heart flowed far away, and Yue Yun had no intention of opening up.
The late man's sky is flying around, and the news is late in the south.
Asymptotic Mid-Autumn Is Heavier, and may be chrysanthemums.
Hope
The southeast is golden and green into the smoke, and it is hoped that it will be returned to the water.
Zhu Luo Xiang Xiang Bao Bao, private book Fang Yi About Zheng Hong.
In the dream, the grass is dark, and the drunken frost flowers swirl in the air.
Leftover and begonia looking for the old covenant, broken intestines helpless sunset red.
Beautiful
Zhu Loushi Eryu is a room, and it is difficult to become a makeup of the times.
Yun Jin was spinning with sorrow, and the moon wheel was crushing dreams and flying.
The spring moth dried and died, and the phoenix was reborn.
Mistakenly passed to the bottom of the Taiping Fang, and was guessed to be a stepping lady.
Boating on the lake
The short boat groaned slightly, and the smoke and rain in the eyes were new.
The lone crane in front of the pavilion has gone for a thousand years, and the people on the lake have gone through several springs.
The heroic dead trees in the southern country are there, and the ancient shrine is desolate and the wild plum is poor.
Can be a sea of vicissitudes, come and talk to idle gulls bitterly.
Feeling the time to chant and remember the master's foolishness
Ten continents can be landless and buried.
Yu Jinghui was originally suffering from many troubles, and was served as a free person.
There is no day for the hidden dragon in the world, when will the suburban horses rest?
Sheng Pingge blew suspicious dreams, annoyed me for getting drunk for no reason.
Admire the chrysanthemums with wine
Light frost flowers dotted with thin stems, a cluster of cold and colorful ancient and modern feelings.
The mountain color on the fence looks like it, and the song on the long is not bad for a long time.
Righteousness ends with age, and sorrow and rain are born for a while.
We should not embrace the sense of charlatanism alone and come to the absurdity and drunkenness.
Kasuga Sensui
The east wind is full of willows, and the sound of the horizontal flute is so great!
It is not necessary that the spring heart is a yellow barberry, and the tears continue to flow in vain.
When the song is really drunk on the wine, it is easy to close the door and burn incense.
The bottom of the matter is exhausted, and there are many reds in the depths of the short screen.
Lonely anger
The north and south of the east and west are groaning bitterly, and the sky is high and the sky is deep.
Pity the black magpies flock to fly, who pull the river sun down the heart.
Loneliness and anger eventually became a few, so the feelings from ancient times regretted the death of the hairpin.
Poor and poor law is not enough, and it is forbidden to sing about wine.
Spring rain feels old send brother and uncle
Drunken dreams have this body, and they forget about poverty as soon as they sip on mi.
The spring breeze can accommodate me, and the night rain is more memorable.
Flowers are a few woven tangs of grass, and the horse whip is ten miles of willow embankment dust.
Nowadays, the sideburns are still there, and the climbing bamboo is cooking tea.
History of Yongshi
Shangshou Yi was not drunk, and the palace was in full swing.
The embroidered group is newly opened, and the Mianrui zhusheng jiushexun.
There was no Wen Yushi in the bold, and his heart was shocked by General Li.
The famous colt was full of praise, and the hand edict was ji Hanwen at that time.
Title "Fan Chuan Collection"
The article of the Ministry of Works shocked the sea, and the Si Xun Jian people jointly ascended the altar.
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The bead foil hangs long in the bright moon, and it is easy for a beautiful person to get this.
He Dang even went to Yangzhou Road and borrowed thousands of gold to pick up ancient joys.
There are works in Kasuga in Beijing
Zi Mo Chun Lei walked the car, And Liu Yin deep locked the Tao family.
The grass on earth is difficult to admire, and the branches in the sky are all flowers.
There is wine that will eventually pour zhaozhou soil, and duojin will only buy Yuexi yarn.
The people of the past are happy and the present people are laughing, and the jade tree is flowing with twilight.
Summer palace
Tourists hesitate next to the embankment, and the old Kunming is green and unmarried.
Huang Zhu should be able to remember the Queen Mother, and the Golden Bull also explained the High Emperor.
The sea and air buildings sold their morale, and people went to the pavilions to set the sun.
The three sides of the Seven Kingdoms are not worried, and Chenyou is really not related to the rise and fall.
When you travel, you will feel the falling flowers
The tall willows are jagged and the clouds are low, and several pavilions are fascinated.
House bees are divided into new honey, and eaves swallow nests fall into old mud.
There is hatred for the wind and flowers, and the wordless people go to the grass.
Who closes the spring love like this? The drum only stopped and went west.
Instant puppeteery
Hong hu yuan no swallow finch medium, Qiankun pitched a cup.
There are still swords in the middle of the sword, and it is not a great pity for the wind and dust.
Narrate dreams
The spring clouds outside the building are easy to melt smoke, and the dream of spring sound has never been fulfilled.
The golden kite's goose pillar counts from the head to the first few strings of the chest.
Flowers and leaves are commonly complained, annoying me to moan about eternal feelings.
Scatter the dream of the end of the world, the temple tower bell drum is too poignant.
Titled Manshu Album
There are tear marks when the robe is taken off, and the old tour hurts everywhere.
He Kanzhong took the poet monk's eyes to recognize the people in the jianghu paintings.
Read the Biography of Ru Lin
Tianshui is not vain, how can a villain and a gentleman be?
You may wish to see the star fall in your dreams, only to be afraid that there are slanderous books in the world.
Answer Ji Gang
The will of the People of Heaven is difficult to understand, and it is not emotional for me to look at each other.
How many Dongshan brought prostitutes, He zeng waved for cangsheng!
Nine times in the illness, because of the memory of the nine days of illness in Huzhou ten years ago, there is a work of "nine days of wind and smoke is not collected", which is occasionally a song
It is difficult to prohibit liquor thinner than water, but yellow flowers are as expensive as gold.
A case of wind and smoke weighs nine days, ten years ago at this time.
Red banana
In the past, people's affection was towards Huang Ju, and this year's autumn color belongs to the red banana.
The autumn color of human feelings is long, and the moon is soothing before the wind.
Jin Bi was hurt in the southeast, and the smoke and dust were bitter and desolate in the north.
The spring breeze is late and the flowers are late, just like the fragrance of grass and trees in the world.
Cold and hot, trapped everyone is angry.
Small suffering to great shun, the way of heaven is the prime.
The season is obedient, and it will eventually return to the norm.
It is the people who believe in heaven and have nothing to do with heaven.
Although he died without complaint, King Wen died in heaven.
Autumn Miscellaneous Poems
Frost day pu is fine, and the sun is moving cold.
Kaixuan extends its vitality, and the dew is clear.
The atrium has no grass and trees, and the autumn light is hu yude.
Cool breeze in the household, when not to meet.
The days are hard and the people are waiting for more than they are.
Leisurely twilight, feeling the Prozac set.
The bandits only have a list of clothes, and our people eat and drink.
Young love Chunhua, Liz finally hey hey.
Zhuang killed the world and sighed in the middle of the intestine.
Why should we drink fine wine, and the mash is still enough.
Huang Ju is hungry for pleasure and will be Bao Zhende.
Wen Ru Yong Jian'an's seventh son
Ji Ji Luo ZhuYan, Ming Shi Shin Yasuya.
South Pi Lego Club, West Park opens at night.
Silk knots the king's heart, self-inflicted self-indulgence.
Don't see Zhen and Gan, who talk about the Palace material.