"Ancient city yin. There are a few official plums, and the red calyx is not suitable for hairpins. The ice glue on the surface of the pool, the snow on the wall waist is old, and the cloud is still heavy. The green vine is together, idly walking through the bamboo, gradually laughing, startling the sand birds. Ye Lao Lin Quan, so Wang Taixie, called for boarding. What happened from the south to the north, swinging Xiangyun Chushui, my eyes were extremely sad. Zhuhu sticky chicken, golden pan cluster swallow, empty sigh time sequence invasion. Ji Zeng Gong, Xilou Yaji, want to covet Yang, and return thousands of silk gold. When I get back to the saddle, I'm afraid of the deep spring..."

For example, the lake pavilion and the embankment willow across the water, the post-80s artist Wang Yuanyuan, perched in the urban forest of high-rise buildings, only glimpses the memories of his hometown in the reflection of the glass when looking at the window. He said that painting for him is like a search for life, if Li Bai chose "Dao" and Xiaoyao, Du Fu chose "Confucianism" and wandering, he envied Wang Wei the most, chose "Zen" and a garden called Yuanchuan.

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