Wang Changling
The moon was closed in Qin and the people on the Long March were not returned.
But make the Dragon City fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
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Bodhisattva Man wrote a book to build a mouth wall in Jiangxi
Xin Qiji
How many pedestrians shed tears when Yugu Platform went down the Qingjiang River!
Looking at Chang 'an in the northwest, there are countless mountains!
the green hills cannot be covered, after all, they flow eastward.
in the evening, the river is full of worries, and the mountains are full of partridges.
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Recalling Qin E Loushanguan
The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called frost morning moon.
in the frosty morning and the moon, the horseshoe is broken and the horn is swallowed (yè).
Xiongguan Road is like iron, but now it's a step from the beginning.
from the beginning, Cangshan is like the sea, and the setting sun is like blood.
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tianmu Mountain Ascended in a Dream
Li Bai
a seafaring visitor will talk about Japan, which waters and mists conceal beyond approach.
but Yueh people talk about Heavenly Mother Mountain, the clouds are fading or visible.
in a straight line to heaven, its summit enters heaven, tops the five Holy Peaks, and casts a shadow through China.
with the hundred-mile length of the Heavenly Terrace Range, which, just at this point, begins turning southeast.
my heart and my dreams are in Wu and Yueh, and they cross Mirror Lake all night in the moon.
and the moon lights my shadow, and me to Yan River.
with the hermitage of Xie still there, and the monkeys calling clearly over ripples of green water.
I wear pegged boots which were first used by Xie, up a ladder of blue cloud.
sunny ocean half-way, holy cock-crow in space.
a thousand rocks turn a road, flowers lure me, rocks ease me. Day suddenly ends.
bears, dragons, tempestuous on mountain and river, startle the forest and make the heights tremble.
clouds darken with darkness of rain, streams pale with pallor of mist.
in the Gods of Thunder and Lightning, hills and mountains are crumbling.
cave stone gate, venting in the pit of heaven.
an impenetrable shadow, but now the sun and moon illumine a gold and silver terrace.
The neon is the dress and the wind is the horse, come the queens of all the clouds, descending one by one.
with tigers for their lute-players and phoenixes for dancers, row upon row, like fields of hemp, range the fairy figures.
I move, my soul goes flying, suddenly startled and long.
my pillow and my matting, are the lost clouds I was in.
and this is the way it always is with human joy, ten thousand things run for ever like water toward the east.
and so I take my leave of you, not knowing for how long?
but let me, on my green slope, raise a white deer, and ride to you, great mountain, when I have need of you.
oh, how can I gravely bow and scrape to men of high rank and men of high office, who never will suffer being shown an honest-hearted face!
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the sound is slow
Li Qingzhao
searched for it, and it was desolate and miserable.
when it's warm and cold at first, it's the hardest to stop breathing.
three glasses and two light wines, how can you beat him and come late in the wind?
Yan Guo is sad, but it's an old acquaintance.
Yellow flowers are piled up all over the ground, gaunt and damaged. Who can pick them now?
how can you get dark when you are alone by the window?
the phoenix tree is drizzling, and it drips at dusk.
this time, what a sad word?
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The Book of Songs, National Style and Nan Zhou
Guan Guan's dove is in the river continent.
a gentle and graceful lady is a gentle and graceful gentleman.
ragged shepherd's purse flows from left to right.
my fair lady, please ask for it.
I'd love to.
leisurely, tossing and turning.
pick the ragged shepherd's purse from left to right.
my fair lady is my friend.
ragged shepherd's purse, left and right.
my fair lady, the bells and drums make her happy.