Who is a big lazy today, now (12 o'clock) only got up, and I don't want to do anything, I have to go back in Gu Jong tomorrow. Simply sorted the previously written poem. One year, the day, Chengdu, the cycling, Wenjiang visit, one cycle, two flying swallows, always thinking, thinking, thinking, five or six, sing, tweezer, there is no such thing, the eight hundred miles have been awkward (this Poetry should be resigned from the bank in 98 or 1999, to Wenjiang to find Li Xian Jun brother, he is still so Wen Wenya, the book is also a big progress. Now it is time to Chengdu, but there is no contact method, I don't know him. It is still not in the chemical technical school teaching.) On May 4th, in the People's Park Views and Painting Exhibition (1) Black and White Tools Today, I don't know how to fall. Several people can know (imitate Liu Yuxi's "String, quiet Listen to the wind, although the ancient stimulation is self-love, now there are many "this poem. May 2004, the wife came to Yibin, telling my people's parks to have a painting and calligraphy show, and I went around, and the squid, the building The super breeze, the person who read the book and picture exhibition has no one, and there are many people who are playing mahjong. I am sighing the loss of traditional culture.) (2) True grass can be clear chapter white 岂 无 白 白 难 难 行 行 儒 儒 路 路 路 路
