make a pair of sentences

calligraphy and painting edge.

The pen is always strong;

the art is always green.

Bamboo has no vulgarity;

Plum has a strange fragrance.

The five mountain ranges;

The hundreds of cities.

The ink is born from the sea of clouds;

the pen dances with dragons and snakes.

Poetry and painting;

the sound of the zither and the book.

Tea is cooked in the pine breeze;

Bamboo and rain talk about poetry.

The book will help you to live longer;

The gold stone will prolong your life.

Articles on the river and the sea;

Books on forests and springs.

Diligence in books;

Diligence in books.

Diligence and dedication are the key to success.

Dance with the cock;

Strive for spring with the horse.

The power of the pen is a thousand soldiers;

the source of the word is ten thousand soldiers.

I sit and drink with the wise;

I enjoy poetry with the wise.

The sound of the zither is moist after the rain;

the wind is fragrant with ink.

The sword's breath rushes to the stars;

the light of literature shoots to the clouds.

The pen is the only thing that shakes the five mountains;

the poem is the only thing that lingers in the nine states.

The heart of a writer is as clear as water;

the courage of a poet is as great as the sky.

The heart of the writer is as clear as water;

the courage of the poet is as great as the sky.

To know all the affairs of the world,

one must read the books of the past and the present.

The writing of a book is like a cloud of smoke.

The writing of the past is a thing of the past,

and the moon and the flowers are a curtain of spring.

I have a new ambition;

I can be a cold branch of the year.

Poetry of the plum blossom moon;

Tea of the valley rain spring.

The water tower allows me to be quiet;

the earth is busy.

I am not a man of great deeds;

I am not a man of controversy.

I am a man of good character;

my heart is clear and I smell the fragrance.

I am a companion of books;

a curtain of lovely flowers.

The book is a collection of books to teach our children and grandchildren.

We can collect the interest of the quiet people;

we can read the books of the ancients.

The piano has no vulgar rhyme;

The pine is ancient and has a strong wind.

The water is quiet;

the earth is busy.

The name of a man is established by his behavior;

the heart is at peace when he has a sense of reason.

The fish swallows the ink in the ink slab;

the crane avoids the smoke in the tea.

The eye of wisdom sees the world;

the pen of wisdom writes spring and autumn.

He who knows not enough learns well;

He who is ashamed to ask is complacent.

The willow flakes have no bones;

The plum blossom has a thin shape.

The love of writing is like spring water;

the winds of heaven are sent to the strings.

The name of the plum has been given to it, and its life;

it has been seen and heard much.

With righteousness he returns to heaven and earth;

With great merit to his country.

Near knowledge, near benevolence, near courage;

Hsi Hsien, Hsi Sheng, Hsi Tien.

To read books without understanding;

To drum the zither is enough for self-indulgence.

Holding the wind and clouds in ink;

Luo Xiangwei in the heart.

The night moon, the sound of the piano and the rhythm of the book;

The spring breeze, the sound of the birds and the fragrance of the flowers.

The sea of ink has a thousand sails;

The forest of books has a thousand flowers.

The book is read in the autumn water;

the friend is like sitting in the spring breeze.

The moon in the third quarter;

The Yangtze River in the third quarter.

The sea of words;

Poetry, flowers, ink and rain.

The spirit of writing is old everywhere;

The spirit of learning is calm when it is deep.

The article is as clear as water;

the temperament is as straight as a pine.

A thousand poems in high mountains and flowing water;

A boat full of wine in the moonlight and in the breeze.

Spring is still civilized;

The fragrance of flowers is even more fragrant with ink.

The ancient rhythms of the piano and the window are always interesting;

The warmth of the art garden is enough to comfort.

The book has a flavor;

The room is full of light.

The garden is full of flowers and trees;

The piano and the book are very interesting.

The book is turned into a realization from the place of doubt;

The text has its own God when it is poor.

The poem is about Wang Mochizuki;

The ship is carrying the sound of books.

A room full of books is clean;

A hundred literary works are in the air.

The door of the house is always open to the moon;

I would like to build a room for the collection of books.

The home has a collection of books, and the ink village has a faraway fragrance;

the door is free of vulgar characters, and the wind is clear in the path of the bamboo.

The landscape is deep and the mind is far away;

The reading is always good and the mind is peaceful.

The stone of Han, the gold of Zhou, and the eternal treasure of Hongwen;

The wind of the forest, the moon of the mountain, and the elegance of the moon will always remain.

The clouds and trees of a thousand mountains, the wind and springs of ten thousand ravines;

the mountain door, a stone house, half a weight.

I am a drunkard and I have no dregs in my chest;

I am a prodigal son, and I have a good writing style.

I have been a member of the "The Wise Men", a group of people who have been working for the past and the present for a long time.

Poetry, calligraphy and painting;

Pine, bamboo and plum.

The goose has no book;

The poem has a sky.

The closer the words, the farther they are;

The shallower the meaning, the deeper the meaning.

The odor of the goose;

the heart of the lake and the sea.

The world is a place where people can learn from each other;

the world is a place where people can learn from each other.

Friends of the world;

Reading ancient and modern books.

The waves in the chest;

the thunder under the pen.

Wide collection of colors;

Breadth of collection.

The ink grinds the fog;

the pen stains the clouds.

The pen is sound and the ink is smooth;

the heart is relaxed and happy.

The virtues of the axe;

the bamboo and cypress.

A cup of plums;

A poem of snowflakes.

The woodcutter's words fall on the red leaves;

the voice of the scripture stays on the white clouds.

The wind helps the snow to dance;

the poem is accompanied by the falling plum.

Cultivate the ground in your heart;

nurture the sky in your nature.

The snow is a passionate poet;

the pine is a delicate brush.

A three-foot sword in the wind and clouds;

A bed of birds and flowers.

The mountains and mountains are full of ink;

the rivers and seas are full of articles.

The courtyard is closed to the green sun;

the pine is high and the crane is searching.

There are many ancient meanings;

we can give a new orchid.

I have read the book and read the chime;

I have read the book in the spring rain.

The book is a collection of ancient and modern scholarship;

it is a collection of the essence of heaven and earth.

Talking about Chinese and foreign voices;

Insight into the past and present.

The day is short for writing books;

The day is long for reading swords.

The pen is the key to creation;

the mind draws the clouds.

The forest of books is full of fragrance;

The sea of arts is full of splendor.

Friends of the ancient and modern good people;

Read Chinese and foreign books.

The moon and the fish;

Laughing at the birds and talking about the sky.

The moon and the flowers are the best friends;

the poems and books are the best friends.

The clouds come to stay on the painted roof;

The dragon returns to the ink pond.

Poetry and books have ancient interests;

the wind and the moon are free of true feelings.

The rain is drizzling, and the wind is blowing.

In the book, the world is big;

The world is long under the pen.

We know today's reality when we drink wine;

We know yesterday's wrongs when we look at ourselves.

The sea is wide enough for the fish to leap;

The sky is high enough for the birds to fly.

The young have been through a lot of trials and tribulations;

the old are not afraid of the wind and frost.

The world is not a place to be ashamed of;

the praise and criticism has its own spring and fall.

The first thing you need to do is to get rid of your pride.

The second thing you need to do is to get rid of your anger.

Sordid

Up and down

Short and long

Over and over

Bent

Starry day

Miles of rivers and mountains

Melon ripe for the picking

Lotus roots

Fire in the wood

Water in the water

A stone breaks through the water

A thousand years of amber in the dragon pool

Miles of immortal bridges rise up in the clouds

No intention, no necessity, no need, no need for me

The boat leaks wet, the basin leaks dry

The lamps blow to put out the fires

The victorious cat is better than the tiger

The defeated phoenix is worse than the chicken

The lotus root is in the mud, the jade pipe is through the geography

The lotus is out of the water, the Zhu Pen points out the astronomical

The bamboo is not in the heart, but it has its own branches and leaves outside the joints

The lotus root, though it has a hole, does not hide sludge in the belly

The lotus root has a hole, but it does not hide sludge in the belly.

The white snake spits a red flame at the mouth of the river

The green snake hangs on the wall with 10,000 points of gold stars

A tree with a big root does not fall on a headless bird

A river with a small shallow water does not hide a dragon with horns and scales

A child plays with tung seeds, and tung seeds fall on a child's heart

Monks play with a monk along the river

The sound of the pine, the bamboo, the bells and the chimes respond to their own sounds

The sound of the pine, the bamboo and the chime.

The color of the mountains and the water, the color of the smoke and the haze, are all empty

The buckwheat on the bridge is blowing and the buckwheat is moving and the bridge is not moving

Upstairs, the rain is sprinkling and the building is wet and it is not wet

The crows are crowing and the magpies are noisy, and they are standing on the branches, and they are indifferent to their misfortunes and misfortunes

The swallows and the wild geese are talking about the spring and the autumn on the road

The wind and the rain, and the sound of the reading books are all heard

The family, the state, the world and all things are all of interest

The family, the country and the world are all of interest to me.

The ten mouths of the heart think about the people, the country, and the gods of earth and grain

The eight eyes are still appreciating the wind, the moon, and the fragrance of autumn

Brother Xuan De, brother Yide, brother Gane, Cao Meng De

Teacher Wolong descended from the son of the dragon to assist the true dragon of the Han Dynasty

The broad and thick, the high and bright, and the long and long

The laborer came to the Kuang and straight to the support of the wings

Good mountains and good water, good winds and good moons, and the thousands of years of life

Good mountains and good water, good winds and good moons, and the thousands of autumns.

The word "Pin" means "Three Mouths", which means that you should open your mouth to urge you to drink more wine

Pairs of Sentences

Pairs of sentences is a rhetorical method of arranging two phrases or sentences with equal number of words and the same or similar structure in pairs.

A dyad is a sentence made up of pairs.

Pairwise sentences are sentences that are similar to couplets.

Pairs of sentences look neat and beautiful, and are easy to memorize because of their rhythmic and resonant reading.

Many of the couplets in traditional Chinese culture are good couplets.

The requirements for a strict couplet are very strict: the upper and lower sentences should be of the same character, have the same tone, and not have the same words.

For example, the green mountains are across the north, and the white water is around the east. The mountains are across the north, and the white water is around the east city.