Rain falls on swallows,
White waves are surging,
Fishing boats outside Qinhuangdao.
Without Wang Yang,
Who do you know?
More than a thousand years ago,
Wei Wu whipped,
There is a legacy of Jieshi in the East.
Today is the bleak autumn wind again.
Changed the world.
Youzhou: Ancient Youzhou and Yan State are located in the north and northeast of Hebei Province.
Wei Wu and Jieshi Mountain: In the 12th year of Jian 'an (AD 207), Cao Cao, Emperor Wu of Wei, made a northern expedition to Wuhuan and crossed Jieshi Mountain. Jieshi Mountain is outside Beidaihe, near Bohai Sea. It was still on land in the Han Dynasty and sank into the Bohai Sea in the Six Dynasties. Cao Cao climbed Jieshi Mountain and wrote four poems "Walking out of Xiamen". The second poem is "looking at the sea facing the eastern Jieshi" ... the autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rough. "
Poet: [Contemporary] Mao Zedong
White waves are boundless with the sea, and flat sand is boundless.
I couldn't find it before, and the East China Sea became a mulberry field.
Poet: [Tang] Bai Juyi
The water is soft and the grass is green and fragrant.
Peach trees are hidden in the red building.
Who is the soul of Chunshan? Get on the boat.
Homesickness never stops, which makes me carefree.
Zhongzhou passed Fucheng State.
Throw it in the Bajiang River and flow to the sea. Never look back.
Poet: [Qing] Zuo Fu
Hong Shi ying you Chuang
Shou Jin chun guang
After the rain, the sun set outside the flowers.
Who saw a thin shirt and a low bun?
It also makes you think.
Don't be sad.
Hold hands early and close.
Meditate on what interrupts people's intestines.
Once in his spring dream.
Catch a glimpse of the monastery
Poet: [Qing] Nalan Xingde
Hong Shi ying you Chuang
Shou Jin chun guang
After the rain, the sun set outside the flowers.
Who saw a thin shirt and a low bun?
It also makes you think.
Don't be sad.
Hold hands early and close.
Meditate on what interrupts people's intestines.
Once in his spring dream.
Catch a glimpse of the monastery
See Chu Yun empty, the past without a trace.
Leave lingering hatred and frown.
Naturally, lotus flowers bloom late,
Alone with the east wind.
The guest house sighed and drifted away in a hurry.
Beyond the reach of the whip, I endured the sudden flowers.
If you look at the sunset, you won't see it.
The sleeves are red.
The mountain temple heard the bell at midnight.
Everything in the cup of life is empty. The ancient heroes of March 5th.
Where the rain blows, Qin Gong in the Han Palace.
Dream of youth, singing and dancing in a hurry. The old monk rang the doorbell by mistake in the middle of the night.
Starts up the west window, can't sleep, the west wind rolls.
Danyang Fuyu Pavilion Zuo Zuo Seat
There are dark pavilions lined with trees, and some are far away from the statues.
I often hate it, besides, I am a pedestrian this autumn.
Clean your tears and towels, and each one will disappear.
A Li Jiang hate just split.
Andrew Chihiro crossed the iron lock and cut off the smoke?
The morning is heavy, the frost withers the grass, and the fog covers the city.
Nanmo's fat car is ready to go, so move the door for a drink.
My face is covered with tears. If I can tie it, I will tie it, covering my red tears and crossing my hands.
What's the point of missing the Hamptons and leaving Hong? Time has changed, and the sound has been lost.
This feeling is longing, overlooking in the middle.
The cold wind is so clear that there is no place to live.
Everything is unforgettable, but it is faint.
Cui Zun is tireless, breaking the clouds to save the West Building.
Ribbon, smooth needle pattern, overlap, serial solution, old fragrance.
The song of resentment is eternal, and Joan's pot is knocked out.
I hate that spring is gone and I don't want to be with people. I created the night, and there are pear blossoms and snowy moons everywhere.
Chiba dispute, autumn sound show, wild goose flower sand.
The fine grass is still green like smoke, and the mountains are bluer at night.
Vaguely, I saw the white clouds of the new moon beside me.
There are thousands of shadows and curtains. Listen to some sounds. Where can I rely on a flute?
Decorate all the autumn colors. Pulse. Travel situation secretly relieved.
The rosary jade and water are still sad, let alone tourists all over the world.
Memories of teenagers' songs and wine, traces of that time.
China is easy to get old at the age of 20, but his clothes are wide and his heart is narrow.
After flying away, romantic people were banned. Blue bridge, I hate the road.
The horseshoe has passed, and the old lane is still hissing.
Sighing the past can hurt one by one, and hope.
Meditate and pat dry.
Langtaosha
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