Ma Jingsi

Ma Jingsi

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Word a public, hucen, Anhui Tongcheng people. He is an expert in calligraphy, painting and poetry. Zhu Sheng. There is a collection of hucen.

Ma Jingsi

Tong Cheng Qi Jiu Zhuan

Ma Jingsi's Poems

Chen hermit lived in the mountains. He admired the quiet mountains and kept his door open all night. Autumn pond crane shadow thin, frost grass deer fetus fat. The old wine is stored in the urn first, and the garden silk is half in the machine. There are many hermits, few acquaintances and few names. Zhu Shanru had a night talk with Mr. Qian Yinguang at the banquet. He was familiar with Lisao and Zhouyi. When the cuckoo was broken from Shu, he was still called emperor, and when the pine was broken from Qin, he was lazy. In his later years, the poet Mo Jie saw it. In the secluded place of the thatched cottage, the plum blossoms are blooming, fighting against the coldness of the year. Ye naiyun mountain is hidden from the call, and the eminent monks spread the rumors of the party members. In the book, Jiazi inscribes three paths, and the sleeve contains the spring and Autumn period and six dynasties. Road to find the west to pass fanduo, Chan'an east to hang poetry ladle. Heart ash has been with the dry well for a long time. After three years of writing by Mr. Fang Erzhi, he moved his family to spring, and the fishing boat kept him in the rain. The white hair of a foreign country is startled by the new growth, and the green mountains of our country are like the old poverty. I met Zhou Tiehu on the seat, and there were still Han bronze men crying in front of the car. In the Southern Dynasties, there were so many official tombs that the high and low lying Shilin were ignored. The old monk stayed in the west window and cooked Hsinchu at night. When we get up, the clouds are thin, the mountains are green, and the smoke is sparse in several places. Mr. wyer is a hermit. His family doesn't live in the city. It is said that Qing is ashamed to be a long man, and his surname is not his first name. The bird's nest hut is warm, the crane pecks the lake clear. The fish branch is good this year, and the ark is rowing. Yicheng is just what it is. Thirty thousand households in Yicheng have withered for ten and a half years. The painting Pavilion moves the vegetable garden, and the Zhu gate changes the silver screen. On the night of the smoke wave, the grass is green and the grass is cold. Alone on the river Pavilion, fishing stirrups chaos guest stars.

Chinese PinYin : Ma Jing Si