Ge Yanxing Author: Cao Pi
The autumn wind is bleak, the weather is cool, and the vegetation is shaken and exposed to frost.
The swallows bid farewell to Gu Nanxiang.
I miss my hometown, so why did you send it to stay for a long time?
I keep my room empty, but I can't forget the time when I care about you.
I don't think my clothes are crying. I help Qin sing strings and clarify business.
Short songs can't last long, and the bright moon shines on my bed.
It's still early in the night. Cowherd and Weaver Girl face each other from a distance.
Why restrict the river beam?
Normal University: Yan Ge's Parallel Order
In the twenty-sixth year of Kaiyuan, guests returned from the Yushi Zhanggong Office and wrote songs to show their comfort and defense, so they were harmonious.
The northeast border of China is shrouded in smoke and dust. In order to repel the barbaric invaders, our generals left their families.
Stride forward together, looking like heroes should watch, and received the emperor's most cordial favor.
[Yi Cong] In the shrine, they surrounded the stone tablet with a row of flying flags.
Until their captain in Shahai gave the order with feathers, the hunting fire of the Tatar chieftain flashed along the Wolf Mountain.
The highlands and rivers on the outer border were cold and desolate, but soon the barbarians' horses ran wild in the wind and rain.
Half of us were killed at the front, but the other half are still alive, and the beautiful girls are still singing and dancing for them at the camp.
When autumn ended on the gray beach, the grass withered, and a few surviving observers were by the lonely wall at sunset.
Serve the just cause and despise life and enemies. However, despite what they have done, Elm Street is still unsafe.
Still on the front line, the real armor was worn and beaten thin, and the wife at home was crying.
Still in this southern city, the young wife's heart is broken, while the soldiers on the northern border are looking forward to going home in vain.
The courtyard is swaying, and in the place of death and blue void, there is nothing ahead!
Three times a day, the dark clouds of slaughter rose over the camp. All night, the drums on the hour trembled and gave a cold rumble.
Until the white sword is seen again, spattered with red blood, when death becomes a responsibility, who will stop to think about fame?
However, when it comes to the hardships of desert war, our name today is Li, the great general, who lived a long time ago!