The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
Yue Fei: Man Jianghong
Angry, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Don't be idle, white and sad!
Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing.
When will courtiers hate it?
Drive a long car and break through the shortcomings of Helan Mountain!
Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty.
Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky!
Eight Poems of Niannujiao by Qin Guan in Northern Song Dynasty;
Niannujiao
There are thousands of bright moons, and the sky is like water. This is a festival on earth. When Xiaomei is in full bloom, flowers and candles are listed in every household. When going back and forth, drums and flutes were loud, but Da Dan never rested. Teenagers here, the scenery is really unique.
Twenty years ago this evening, * * * United. The ice wheel outside the window is still there, and the jade looks long. Lao Luo was in rags and unbearable, and tears flowed into blood. Meditation on the past will only increase the beauty in the mirror.
Nian Nujiao (singing snow in the boat in Chibi)
Drums and waves dance in the middle stream, and snow flies in the river. The water in the distance and the sky are even the same color, which makes me happy. Cold and steep peaks and mountains shook Vientiane lightly, and the four barren people disappeared. Fishing alone, the fish is really clear
Think of the romantic flow on the stream, enjoy the cool leisurely, live alone in the mountains, shade the moon. Struggle like the shadow of the Chu River sail, a vast and empty song. No words, more wine, more spittoon. Feng Yi was surprised, the city Weng can't compare with Chibi.
Niannujiao
Painting the bridge to the east, under the Zhumen Gate, I wandered among the flowers and plants, driving a boat thousands of miles alone, and my heart was far away. At first, warmth helped spring, cold made dawn, and there were few people inside. Look at the pole, the flag shed is crooked.
Teenagers are infinitely romantic, who wants me to be beyond words. Think about when the blue bridge will arrive, and secretly pray for yourself. Liu Moqing E97C, it can snow in Sha Ting, and it's windy and smoky all the way. Drinking the water in the pot and listening to the birds singing on the hillside.
Niannujiao
Welcome the green onion in the morning, and report the good festival of hanging arc. Zhu Hua, the green water in autumn, is gentle, and the scenery is more different than Penglai. A thousand wisps of silver whiskers and an iron bar are considered the best among people. This 80-year-old man is great.
There are nine kinds of literature and Taoism, namely Yin Gong, Xinglin and Orange Well, so this generation won't talk about it. A little bit of heart is associated with the ancient fairy tales of Antarctica, Tin and Longevity. Dancing in rags, pouring birthday wine together, singing and swallowing all the seats. Today every year, Huatang is drunk with the bright moon.
Niannujiao
The waist is curled up, the east wind is there, and the posture is graceful. It should be that the Green Emperor was partial to his wishes and gave him the young flowers. The flower stand on the moon pavilion, the bead curtain painted the sill, and several piles of golden rays. Charming, strange head and rain.
It is said that on the edge of Qinshui Bridge, every Spring Festival Evening, the ground is full of fragrance. The setting sun in the shade of a thousand trees is bitter. In the garden, it was sunny and sunny, and the window was quiet, playing with Jiao Yingying's language. Everyone who was injured in spring lost weight and got half a salary.
Niannujiao (crossing Xiaogu Mountain)
The Yangtze River is rolling eastward, and the waves are flying beads and splashing snow. Seeing a green peak and a cymbal alone is a thousand twists and turns when you live. This should be God's will, and I am afraid that he will fail, so I will set it in Jiangxin. Standing in ancient times, Zhou Lang pointed out.
There are countless green hills on the shore, full of purple and green, hiding thousands of clouds. Let Hong Tao surge wildly, but isolate this peak. Tobacco leaves at dusk, high altitude in Sun Huan, and the familiar calendar is sunny and clear in Wan Li. Pedestrians pass by here and give you a few punches.
Niannujiao
The sky is full of snowflakes, which looks like a pedestrian's journey. Looking back, the mountain is only a stone's throw away, leaving much. When I was young, I made friends. The scenery was very happy at that time. Talk about the old in the bottle, don't sing outside the pony door.
I have been laughing for twenty years, and I am ashamed of the waves on the lake. Admonish Tong Ting is getting older and older, while Dan Xin is getting stronger and stronger. The jade cave is full of flowers, and the golden city has a willow eye. Why are you sad? Dancing for you is great.
Niannujiao
At night, the lake is cool and the moon is in the sky. Time flies. It's almost the Mid-Autumn Festival. The night sky is thin and the lake is wide. The wind danced with the rustling leaves. Water and sky are the same color, and your bones and muscles are clear when you sit.
Since the dust is all over the shirt, no one cries, and tears are all blood now. Jade rabbit and silver toad have a long way to go, and they don't know how to worry about human feelings. Embroidered curtains are fragrant, and painted screens are cold and candles are cold. Who can say this? The sky in Qinghai is blue, and it is also a waste of teaching to see Yao Que.