1 Chanting the Waves...Knowing that your body will be shattered into pieces, you will not be able to survive in secret! Stand up and wave the flag and shout, pounce forward and continue to move forward!...Follow the wind and overturn the river, and when encountering obstacles, the waves will hit the shore! The roaring sound is shocking The sky has turned into a vast expanse!
2 [Magnolia] Yan Shu
The curtains are waved by golden mud phoenixes. When you wake up with a hangover, you will grow tall pines. After the begonias bloom, the dawn is light and cold, and when the catkins fly, the spring sleep is heavy.
Who has sex with a glass of wine? The past is brought back to life. It is better to take pity on the person in front of you and avoid having to worry about your soul and dreams.
3 [Nanpu] (Spring Water) Zhang Yan
The waves are warm and green, and the swallows are flying in. Fortunately, it is only at Su Di that they wake up. The fish is not as round as the waves, the red water is gone, and the east wind cannot sweep away the laughter. The desolate bridge breaks the pond, and the willow shade supports a small boat. Looking back, the pond is full of green, just like the fragrant grass in a dream.
The clouds flow out of the empty mountain, and they are washed away year after year, and the fragrance of the flowers no longer disappears. When Xinlu was born, I still remember that time on Gucun Road. The remaining feelings are vague. Maolin's chanting is now quiet. After Liu Lang returned from the previous visit, there were many green peaches on the stream.
4 [Congratulations to the Bridegroom] Send Spring to Qinglangxuan Yan Ren
The blue waves shake Chunzhu. The empty eaves are soaked, the grapes are flowing, and the green silk is dancing. After reluctantly passing through Taixia Road, I picked up the fallen flowers and headed east. Ask about the flowers and enjoy the good drifting. Flowers cannot express their hatred, and their hatred is so great that they are all misunderstood by the spring breeze. With this hatred, there are flying catkins. There is no basis for gathering and dispersing in life. With all the walls and a statue facing each other, it’s spring twilight in Pingzhou. Jealousy fills the sky with despair, and all the children in the world shed tears. If you don't see me, I'm asking for a fortune. Where is Feiyan Jieyu now? Looking at the sticky clouds and the shadow of the river will hurt me forever. If it cannot flow away, it is the place where the soul is broken.
5 Xianghe's Song: Gongwu Crossing the River Wen Tingyun
The roaring waves of the Yellow River come from the sky, making loud noises like Yin thunder. Long Bo drove the wind and did not dare to go up.
The hundreds of rivers sprayed snow and the heights of Cuiwei were high. Twenty-five strings are so sad. Please don't cross Li Pei back.
Below, there is a crazy dragon sawing its tail, splitting the sails, cutting off the rafts, and grinding the frost teeth. The divine cone chiseled the stone into the divine pool,
The white horse took advantage of it and started to watch Chichen. The male leaps on his horse and raises his jade whip, destroying his high hooves thousands of miles away.
6 Three Leading Poems·Huai Qianjun Yuan Jie
The vast sea is full of gurgling water, and the currents are full of rough waves. How can there be something here that no one can hear?
It is so deep that it overflows and destroys the hidden king. The potential king is holy and divine, but when he sees it, he is contemptuous and has no reason.
I feel confused and confused. Thinking of the false scales of the Kunlong,
The waves stirred up and followed. I pay homage to Qianjun and ask for mysterious treasures. I wear Yuanfu and follow the imperial path.
7 Three poems by Helu Wangfeng, Pi Rixiu
The writing on stone is written on separation from hatred, and the sorrow after parting is due to separation. Mo Yan's spring cocoon is thin, but there are still thousands of thoughts.
The sound of autumn on the river rises, and the wave is named after it. The wind is still hanging on the mat, if you don't have ordinary feelings.
8 Both feet step on the waves of the world, and one shoulder carries all the sorrows of the past and present.
9 Yang Shen's "Linjiang Immortal·The Rolling Water of the Yangtze River Passes East"
The rolling waters of the Yangtze River pass eastward, and the waves wash away the heroes. Right and wrong, success or failure turn around in vain. Aoyama is still there, How Many Suns.
The white-haired fisherman and woodcutter on the Nagisa River are used to watching the autumn moon and spring breeze. Happy reunion over a pot of wine. Many things in ancient and modern times are all talked about with laughter.
10 Su Dongpo's "Niannujiao, Chibi Nostalgia"
The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. On the west side of the fortress, the humane road is Chibi, the Lang of the Zhou Dynasty of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. Picturesque, a moment how many hero.
There is also Xiaque, and we will no longer fight here
11 Viewing the Sea
Cao Cao
To the east is the Jieshi to view the sea . Where is the water? The mountains and islands are standing tall.
There are many trees and lush grass. The autumn wind is bleak and the waves are rising.
The movement of the sun and the moon can be seen in it; the stars are shining brightly, just as they can be seen in it.
Fortunately, I sing to express my ambition.
12 Flying in the sky The strong wind stirs up huge waves, and the thunder carries the golden drum. The North Pole and the South are fighting at full speed, and this is achieved by talking and laughing. The ambition is thousands of miles long, and the achievements are not self-proclaimed. Since ancient times, heroes have been lonely, wandering the world alone.
13 Run Zhi Fu
The violent storm,
washes away the dust and soil of the world.
The stormy waves,
The rushing water here is the last song.
The emotions are all emotions.
Happiness, anger, sorrow and joy are all emotions.
The sky is vast,
The mountains and rivers are the most magnificent in poetry.
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