Chapter 16 1948

Empty and bright Zhang's room is repaired on the front of the corridor, and he sleeps and leans on the railing to see the sunset. The air of flowers invades the body and the wind enters the account, and the sound of pine lifts the bed through the dream sea. Relaxing and relaxing, the green hills are quiet, and the days are long when there is nothing to do. If the sky allows you to stay in a nunnery in a good place, it is also clear to ring the clock and sweep the floor. Preface to Fan Nanyi's Collection, Fang Yuan Wants to Beat the Bell and Sweep the Floor, for the Traveler of Qingliang Mountain

On the first floor, Bowai Xu picks clothes, suitable for Ye Ning Guan Wu Daofei. Chunshui Fangsheng wants to go, but the blue sky is hard to think about returning. Tanyin should cherish the broken ox mustache, how can you ask for meat to fly when you drink. It is contrary to the mind to pass on the scriptures and live in peace. Mr. thinks about returning to Shu, beautiful beard and good at drinking Mengjue caressed Dahuai for a while, but still sighed for the genius. Let the song kill the body and grow old, hold back tears to see God's will, and mourn even more. Waiting for a decision, Aunt Weiwei stood there, and returned late after hurting Qi.

Qingjiang wine is thirsty and swallowed, don't beg for a glass of golden stem dew. The day before yesterday, you went out in spring, went to the house of an acquaintance girl to beg for milk, and then played about the death of illness, the biography of Wang Biao in the book of Jin, since you can come back later when you are younger Only for autumn snakes and spring worms, how many times have I painted silver hooks with iron. Who is the son of the three truths and the six grasses, Jun Mo Mingzhu secretly voted. Zi'an has manuscripts in his stomach, and Ziye writes in his heart. I am ashamed to make paper like water, but cherish ink like gold.

Volume 1 of Kong Ping Zhongchao's Collected Works: How much it costs to make paper, the five ancient times, what is the cost of a poor family, making paper is like making water Above 1948