Beheading does not matter
As long as the doctrine is true
Kill Xia Minghan
There are still people who will come after
Answer ：Eili - Juren Level 4 11-20 16:52
Light as a feather, heavy as Mount Tai
Answer: sunrrr__123 - Assistant Level 2 11-20 16:53
"Shi'er"
I know everything is in vain after death
But I am sad that I can't see the same people in all nine states
Wang Shibei sets the day of the Central Plains
Don’t forget to report the family sacrifice to Nai Weng
Answer: zjlsxj - Juren Level 4 11-20 16:55
After Ling Ding Yang Wen Tianxiang
Hard work After an encounter, only a few stars fell all around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind flutters, and the life experience is ups and downs.
Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has ever died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history.
Shier Lu You
After death, I know that everything is in vain, but I am not as sad as Jiuzhou.
Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices.
Answer: whwfjp - Juren Level 5 11-20 16:58
Some people are dead, but they are still alive;
Some people are alive, He is dead
Answer: 22_kaka - Assistant Level 3 11-20 17:26
Live as a hero
Death as a ghost
Answer: fsf274 - Scholar Level 2 11-20 17:48
No one has ever died in life since ancient times
Leave worry photos in history
Live as a matter of course An outstanding person
Death is also a ghost hero
When you die, you know that everything is in vain, but the sadness is not the same as that of Jiuzhou.
Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices.
Answer: ZJKD Qing Wu Feiyang - Trainee Magician Level 3 11-20 18:00
Leaving a Farewell Wife
Han Suwu
We are married as husband and wife, and there is no doubt about their love for each other.
Happiness is on this evening, and it is a good time.
On a long journey, what will happen when you look up at night?
The ginseng and dust are all gone. I will say goodbye now.
We are on the battlefield, but we haven’t seen each other for a long time.
We shook hands and sighed, crying to make a living.
Love Chunhua with all your strength, and don’t forget the happy times.
Life is a time of coming back, and death is a time of longing.
White Horse Chapter
Cao Zhi of the Wei and Jin Dynasties
The white horse is decorated with golden restraints and gallops northwest.
May I ask whose son I am, You Bingyou Xiaer.
When I was young, I went to the countryside and raised my voice in the desert.
In the past, there was a good bow, but the arrows were uneven.
If you control the string and break the left side, the right side will break the moon branch.
Raise your hands to catch flying zodiac dogs, bend down to scatter horse hooves.
Cunning as a monkey, brave as a leopard.
There are many policemen in the border towns, and many barbarians are migrating.
Yu Xi came from the north and rode up the high embankment.
The long drive passed the Xiongnu, and the left Gu Ling Xianbei.
Abandoning one’s body at the sharp edge, is one’s life safe?
If parents don’t care, how can they talk about their children and their wives?
When compiling the records of strong men, no selfish considerations are allowed.
Sacrificing one's life to go to the national disaster, seeing death as a sudden return home.
Prepared elegy words
Tao Yuanming of the Wei and Jin Dynasties
The grass is so vast, and the poplars are also swaying.
Severe frost sent me out of the suburbs in mid-September.
There is no one living on all sides, and there are high tombs.
The horse is roaring to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
Once the secluded room is closed, it will never return to the court for a thousand years.
The dynasty will not return for a thousand years, and the wise will have nothing to do.
We always give each other away and return each to his own home.
Relatives may still be sad, but others may also sing.
What is the way to die? The body is supported by the same mountain.
Seven Sorrowful Poems
Wang Can of the Wei and Jin Dynasties
Xijing is in chaos, and jackals and tigers can escape.
Abandon China again and devote yourself to Jingman.
My relatives are sad for me, and my friends are chasing me.
You can’t see anything when you go out, the plain is covered with white bones.
There is a hungry woman on the road, holding her child in the grass.
When Gu heard the cry, he shed tears but refused to return them.
How can we be complete when we don’t know where we will die?
I drove my horse away and couldn't bear to hear this.
Climb Baling'an to the south and look back at Chang'an.
When I realize that there is a person under the spring, I sigh with sadness.
Yonghuai
Yu Xin in the Northern and Southern Dynasties
The falling autumn is full of desolation and resentment.
Crying withered Xiangshui bamboo, crying Qiliang City.
Heaven is defeated by an angry battle, and the sun is frowning and worrying about the soldiers.
The straight rainbow looks towards the Yingbao, and the long stars fall into the camp at night.
The songs of Chu are full of regrets, and the south wind has many sounds of death.
With a glass of wine in front of you, who cares about your reputation after death.
Posthumous Poems
Li Shuji of the Tang Dynasty
Suddenly, there was no time to say goodbye, and Shen Ming was filled with resentment. Although Chang'an is not far away, there is no letter to send the letter to.
Injury and Death Slave
Liu Yidao of Tang Dynasty
Dan’s career is short, but his return to hell is deep. Not as good as the Jiangling tree, it will grow into a forest for thousands of years.
Seeing a dead person on the roadside
Liu Yunji of Tang Dynasty
Desolate and desolate, only seeing the sun, lonely and lonely. The soul cannot be questioned, it should be as straight as a string.
Ode to the Dead Rabbit
Su Ting of the Tang Dynasty
The dead rabbit is made of orchids and hung on bamboo poles. Try looking into a bright mirror, you will see how different it is when looking in the middle of the moon.
Elegy
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The old man has a new mirror and a new mirror, and there is nothing he can do about the old body.
I often hear about the death of old friends, but before my eyes I feel that there are so many young people.
Sai Hong still flutters his wings when encountering warmth, and the river water also reflects the waves due to the tide.
It is unique that the beauty cannot be retained, and the drunkenness has no plan but a sad song.
Autumn Rain Sigh
Tang Du Fu
In the rain, the white grass rots and dies in autumn, and the cassia is bright in color under the steps.
The branches are covered with green leaves and covered with green feathers, and they bloom with countless gold coins.
The cool breeze blows you anxiously, I am afraid that you will not be independent in the future.
The scholar in the hall had a blank head, sniffing the sweet fragrance and weeping in the wind.
The Tomb of Guoyan Chushi
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The path to the tomb is not barren, and the room is full of poems and books gathering dark dust.
Is Changye willing to teach Huang Rangxiao? The sad wind does not allow the poplar to spring.
The life of Yan Zi is still poor, but the death of Bu Qian Lou is even poorer.
Who will you give your wealth and longevity to if you don’t get God’s will for a long time?
Cry Cui Chang Shi Hui Shu
Tang Bai Juyi
Stubborn and cheap, a punch of stone can be used to refine gold.
The names and prices are far apart, but the differences are so deep.
China and sincerity are united, and foreign objects cannot invade.
I have been wandering around for twenty years, rising and falling with the world.
I have an appointment to retire in the evening and return to Yunlin with my white head.
It is so sad to suddenly lose each other when we are old.
The sun is high in the spring, and the sky is clear in the autumn night.
Who knows in Qiu Yuan? Who can find the beauty of mountains and rivers?
Who will reward the romantic beauty? Psalm*** who sings it?
Who can see the flowers blooming? Who will pour the wine when it is ripe?
Hui died in Zhuang Dukou, and the master who died in Zhong abandoned his qin.
The truth makes it so, from ancient times to today.
My way is now alone, can I let my love go?
Only let the sick tears fall into the autumn wind.
Crying Liu Shangshu dreamed of two poems
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Bai and Liu are equally famous all over the world, and they have been together for hundreds of years.
We are poor and sick, we have leisure time, and we are facing death all the time.
A glass of wine, the hero Jun Yucao, the article is subtle and elegant, I know Qiu.
Although the virtuous heroes are dead, the elves are still there, and they should remain in the humble place downstream.
Mourning for Xuetai
Tang Bai Juyi
Half-dead, Wutong was old and ill, and the thought of Chongquan hurt his spirit.
Returning to the hospital at night with the child in hand, the moon is cold and the room is empty but no one is there.
Jingwei
Tang Cencan
Go out of the north gate with his sword on his back and ride on the canopy to the east. A bird flies over the sea, and the cloud is the spirit of the emperor's daughter.
Yuyan drowned and was named Jingweikong. Accumulation of resentment only results in ambition, but little effort can lead to failure.
When the trees and rocks in the Western Mountains are gone, when will the huge ravine be leveled?
Zhaojun's Tomb
Tang Changjian
Wouldn't the Han Palace die, and the foreign land would still be injured?
Thousands of miles are loaded with gold, but the eyebrows are like withered bones.
Enter the car and leave the traffic jam at night, but no one will start immediately.
A person who hates people in painting cries for the bright moon on his grave.
Sorrow for Chen Tao
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The son of a good family from ten counties in Mengdong, his blood was Chen Tao Ze's water.
There was no sound of fighting in the open sky, and 40,000 rebels died on the same day.
The barbarians returned and washed their arrows with blood, still singing barbarian songs to drink in the city.
Everyone turned around and cried to the north, watching day and night for the arrival of the army.
Hard fighting
Tang Du Fu
General Ma, who died in a hard battle, is a descendant of Ziyun Fubo.
Losing a strong man before the battle is decided makes me sigh and hurt my soul.
Last year, when Jiangnan was fighting against the crazy bandits, it was hard to get an arm along the river again.
When I said goodbye, the lone cloud was not flying now, but when I looked at the cloud alone, I shed tears.
Prime Minister of Shu
Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
Where can I find the Prime Minister’s ancestral hall? There are many cypresses outside Jinguan City.
The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole sounds good in the sky through the leaves.
Three visits to trouble the world, two dynasties to open the hearts of old ministers.
He died before leaving the army, which made the hero burst into tears.
Crying in Mengjiao
Tangjia Island
The reputation of death is still there, and it will be passed down through the ages. The widow has no children, and her house is broken and she has a forest and a spring.
The tomb is close to the mountain trail, and the poems follow the ships crossing the sea. After the old friends paid homage to each other, the sun set and the sky turned cold.
Crying on Jia Island
Tang Kezhi
Yan grows in pines and snow, and Shu dies and is buried at the root of the mountain. The poetry is remote and descends from the present and the past, and the low official position detracts from the descendants.
The moonlight is cold on the tomb fence, and people are crying and chanting their souls. Raindrops are written on the tombstone, and moss marks are added every year.
Visiting the Tomb of Jia Dao
Xunhe of Tang Du Dynasty
The eunuch was banished from his sackcloth and carried the injustice until his death. The tomb is three feet high at the base of the mountain, and the number of people in the poem is several.
Xiangui has no share in the end, and Huangtian seems to be selfish. On a dark pine stormy night, the sky makes the old ape sad.
Friends of Crying Mountains
Tang Du Xunhe
For ten years, we have lived together in the clouds of Luyue, and the cold and dry leaves are burning at night.
In life, I never met the official, but I will never leave the elk herd until death.
From seeing the ruined house with basil bushes, I have always worried about the rain and snow soaking into the barren graves.
Read your poems aloud, thinking that the sky is high and you can listen to them.
I am shocked when I hear about the deceased
Li Jiayou of Tang Dynasty
I also know that death is a human matter, and when I am old, I feel suspicious.
The yellow scroll and the clear harp are always tiring, and the falling flowers and flowing water add to the sadness.
I would like to know the true secret from medicine, and I would like to retire from office and join my master.
It’s hard to let go of the joy in front of the children, and the pity on the temples is gradually turning into silk.
Reading the Chronicles of the Three Kingdoms
Li Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty
The origin of a country depends on the acquisition of talents, and Mo Yan said that ups and downs are cycles.
Wu Houxing fell and Zhou Yu died, and it seemed easy to conquer Shu and surrender to Wu.
Compassion for the Farmers
Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
Sow a grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.
There is no idle land in the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
Watching the funeral
Ouyang Zhan of Tang Dynasty
Why is it so sad and full of tears that the floating world is the dust of Beimang.
He disappeared from time to time on Beishan Road, and the deceased even cried to see him off.
Deng Ai Temple
Tang Yanqian of Tang Dynasty
Zhaolie Yili died in shame, wielding a knife and cutting stones to hate Qiao Zhou.
How to leave the temple for thousands of years, and eat Bashan with blood to accompany Wuhou.
Visiting Li Bai's Tomb
Tang Xiangsi
Yelang returned to his old age and died drunk by the river.
The funeral rituals of the official family, and the remaining poems about Yuefu.
The wandering soul should go to Shu, but Xiaojie is not a wise man.
It is no crime to be dead, and the grave is ablaze.
Green Tomb
Zhang Li of Tang Dynasty
It is possible to overthrow the country and serve the country, but to be idle and lonely makes me want to return.
Although Taizhen died as a result of his gratitude, he only flew towards Mawei like flying dust.
Conquest of Women's Resentment
Tang Zhang Ji
In September, the Xiongnu killed the border generals, and the Han army was completely wiped out on the Liao River.
No one from thousands of miles away collects the bones, and the souls are summoned and buried under every city.
When a woman relies on her son and husband, she feels comfortable living with the poor and humble.
My husband died on the battlefield with his son in his belly, but my body is still as bright as a candle in the day.
Shi'er
Lu You of Song Dynasty
After his death, he knew that everything was in vain, but he was not as sad as Jiuzhou.
Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices.
South China Sea
Song Wen Tianxiang
When I came to the South China Sea, people died in chaos.
The fishy waves beat my heart, and the strong wind blew my hair.
A mountain for a river, no country and no home.
A man has a thousand-year ambition, but my life has no end.
Crossing the Lingding Ocean
Song Wen Tianxiang
After a hard encounter, there are only a few stars around in the fight.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind flutters, and the life experience is ups and downs.
Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has ever died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history.
Qingming Festival
Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian
On the Qingming Festival, the peaches and plums smile, and the wild fields and graves only produce sorrow.
Thunder shook the sky and earth, dragons and snakes stung, and rain fell on the grass and trees in the countryside.
People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and it is unfair for scholars to be burned to death.
The wise and foolish know who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
Inscribed on the wall in prison
Tan Sitong of the Qing Dynasty
Looking at the door and stopping there, I thought of Zhang Jian and endured death for a moment to wait for Du Gen.
I am smiling to the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving my liver and gallbladder intact.
Answer: The Stupid Bird Who Flyes First - Born with the same Jinshi level 7 11-20 19:38
Leaving a different wife
Su Wu of the Han Dynasty
< p>We are married as husband and wife, and there is no doubt about their love for each other.Happiness is on this evening, and it is a good time.
On a long journey, what will happen when you look up at night?
The ginseng and dust are all gone. I will say goodbye now.
We are on the battlefield, but we haven’t seen each other for a long time.
We shook hands and sighed, crying to make a living.
Love Chunhua with all your strength, and don’t forget the happy times.
Life is a time of coming back, and death is a time of longing.
White Horse Chapter
Cao Zhi of the Wei and Jin Dynasties
The white horse is decorated with golden restraints and gallops northwest.
May I ask whose son I am, You Bingyou Xiaer.
When I was young, I went to the countryside and raised my voice in the desert.
In the past, there was a good bow, but the arrows were uneven.
If you control the string and break the left side, the right side will break the moon branch.
Raise your hands to catch flying zodiac dogs, bend down to scatter horse hooves.
Cunning as a monkey, brave as a leopard.
There are many policemen in the border towns, and many barbarians are migrating.
Yu Xi came from the north and rode up the high embankment.
The long drive passed the Xiongnu, and the left Gu Ling Xianbei.
Abandoning one’s body at the sharp edge, is one’s life safe?
If parents don’t care, how can they talk about their children and their wives?
When compiling the records of strong men, no selfish considerations are allowed.
Sacrificing one's life to go to the national disaster, seeing death as a sudden return home.
Prepared elegy words
Tao Yuanming of the Wei and Jin Dynasties
The grass is so vast, and the poplars are also swaying.
Severe frost sent me out of the suburbs in mid-September.
There is no one living on all sides, and there are high tombs.
The horse is roaring to the sky, and the wind is depressed.
Once the secluded room is closed, it will never return to the court for a thousand years.
The dynasty will not return for a thousand years, and the wise will have nothing to do.
We always give each other away and return each to his own home.
Relatives may still be sad, but others may also sing.
What is the way to die? The body is supported by the same mountain.
Seven Sorrowful Poems
Wang Can of the Wei and Jin Dynasties
Xijing is in chaos, and jackals and tigers can escape.
Abandon China again and devote yourself to Jingman.
My relatives are sad for me, and my friends are chasing me.
You can’t see anything when you go out, the plain is covered with white bones.
There is a hungry woman on the road, holding her child in the grass.
When Gu heard the cry, he shed tears but refused to return them.
How can we be complete when we don’t know where we will die?
I drove the horse away and couldn't bear to hear this.
Climb to Balinggan in the south and look back at Chang'an.
When I realize that there is a person under the spring, I sigh with sadness.
Yonghuai
Yu Xin in the Southern and Northern Dynasties
The autumn mood is full of desolation and resentment.
Crying withered Xiangshui bamboo, crying Qiliang City.
Heaven is defeated by an angry battle, and the sun is frowning and worrying about the soldiers.
The straight rainbow looks towards the Yingbao, and the long stars fall into the camp at night.
The songs of Chu are full of regrets, and the south wind has many sounds of death.
With a glass of wine in front of you, who cares about your reputation after death.
Posthumous Poems
Li Shuji of Tang Dynasty
Suddenly, there was no time to say goodbye, and Shen Ming was filled with resentment. Although Chang'an is not far away, there is no letter to send the letter to.
Injury and Death Slave
Liu Yidao of Tang Dynasty
Dan’s career is short, but his return to hell is deep. Not as good as the Jiangling tree, it will grow into a forest for thousands of years.
Seeing a dead person on the roadside
Liu Yunji of Tang Dynasty
Desolate and desolate, only seeing the sun, lonely and lonely. The soul cannot be questioned, it should be as straight as a string.
Ode to the Dead Rabbit
Su Ting of the Tang Dynasty
The dead rabbit is made of orchids and hung on bamboo poles. Try looking into a bright mirror, you will see how different it is when looking in the middle of the moon.
Elegy
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The old man is new and the mirror is freshly polished, and the old body is helpless.
I often hear about the death of old friends, but before my eyes I feel that there are so many young people.
Sai Hong still flutters his wings when encountering warmth, and the river water also reflects the waves due to the tide.
It is unique that the beauty cannot be retained, and the drunkenness has no plan but a sad song.
Autumn Rain Sigh
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
In the rain, the white grass rots and dies in autumn, and the cassia is bright in color under the steps.
The branches are covered with green leaves and covered with green feathers, and they bloom with countless gold coins.
The cool breeze blows you anxiously, I am afraid that you will not be independent in the future.
The scholar in the hall had a blank head, sniffing the sweet fragrance and weeping in the wind.
The Tomb of Guoyan Chushi
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
The path to the tomb is not barren, and the room is full of poems and books gathering dark dust.
Is Changye willing to teach Huang Rangxiao? The sad wind does not allow the poplar to spring.
The life of Yan Zi is still poor, and the death of Bu Qian Lou is even poorer.
Who will you give your wealth and longevity to if you don’t get God’s will for a long time?
Cry Cui Chang Shi Hui Shu
Tang Bai Juyi
Stubborn and cheap, a punch of stone can be used to refine gold.
The names and prices are far apart, but the differences are so deep.
China and sincerity are united, and foreign objects cannot invade.
I have been wandering around for twenty years, rising and falling with the world.
I have an appointment to retire in the evening and return to Yunlin with my white head.
It is so sad to suddenly lose each other when we are old.
The sun is high in the spring, and the sky is clear in the autumn night.
Who knows in Qiu Yuan? Who can find the beauty of mountains and rivers?
Who will reward the romantic beauty? Psalm*** who sings it?
Who can see the flowers blooming? Who will pour the wine when it is ripe?
Hui died in Zhuang Dukou, and the master who died in Zhong abandoned his qin.
Principle makes it so, from ancient times to today.
I am alone since then, can I let my love go?
Only shed the tears of sickness into the autumn wind.
Crying Liu Shangshu dreamed of two poems
Bai Juyi of the Tang Dynasty
Bai and Liu are equally famous all over the world, and they have been together for hundreds of years.
We are poor and sick, we have leisure time, and we are facing death all the time.
A glass of wine, the hero Jun Yucao, the article is subtle and elegant, I know Qiu.
Although the virtuous heroes are dead, the elves are still there, and they should remain in the humble place downstream.
Mourning for Xuetai
Tang Bai Juyi
Half-dead, Wutong was old and ill, and the thought of Chongquan hurt his spirit.
Returning to the hospital at night with the child in hand, the moon is cold and the room is empty but no one is there.
Jingwei
Tang Cencan
Go out of the north gate with his sword on his back and ride on the canopy to the east. A bird flies over the sea, and the cloud is the spirit of the emperor's daughter.
Yuyan drowned and was named Jingweikong. Accumulation of resentment only results in ambition, but little effort can lead to failure.
When the trees and rocks in the Western Mountains are gone, when will the huge ravine be leveled?
Zhaojun's Tomb
Tang Changjian
Wouldn't the Han Palace die, and the foreign land would still be injured?
Thousands of miles are loaded with gold, but the eyebrows are like withered bones.
Enter the car and leave the traffic jam at night, but no one will start immediately.
A person who hates people in painting cries for the bright moon on his grave.
Sorrow for Chen Tao
Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty
The son of a good family from ten counties in Mengdong, his blood was Chen Tao Ze's water.
There was no sound of fighting in the open sky, and 40,000 rebels died on the same day.
The barbarians returned and washed their arrows with blood, still singing barbarian songs to drink in the city.
Everyone turned around and cried to the north, watching day and night for the arrival of the army.
Hard fighting
Tang Du Fu
General Ma, who died in a hard battle, is a descendant of Ziyun Fubo.
Losing a strong man before the battle is decided makes me sigh and hurt my soul.
Last year, when Jiangnan was fighting against the crazy bandits, it was hard to get an arm along the river again.
When I said goodbye, the lone cloud was not flying now, but when I looked at the cloud alone, I shed tears.
Prime Minister of Shu
Du Fu of Tang Dynasty
Where can I find the Prime Minister’s ancestral hall? There are many cypresses outside Jinguan City.
The green grass reflects the spring color on the steps, and the oriole sounds good in the sky through the leaves.
Three visits to trouble the world, two dynasties to open the hearts of old ministers.
He died before leaving the army, which made the hero burst into tears.
Crying in Mengjiao
Tangjia Island
The reputation of death is still there, and it will be passed down through the ages. The widow has no children, and her house is broken and she has a forest and a spring.
The tomb is close to the mountain trail, and the poems follow the ships crossing the sea. After the old friends paid homage to each other, the sun set and the sky turned cold.
Crying on Jia Island
Tang Kezhi
Yan grows in pines and snow, and Shu dies and is buried at the root of the mountain. The poetry is remote and descends from the present and the past, and the low official position detracts from the descendants.
In the cold moonlight on the tomb fence, people are crying and chanting their souls. Raindrops are written on the tombstone, and moss marks are added every year.
Visiting the Tomb of Jia Dao
Xunhe of Tang Du Dynasty
The eunuch was banished from his sackcloth and carried the injustice until his death. The tomb is three feet high at the base of the mountain, and the number of people in the poem is several.
Xiangui has no share in the end, and Huangtian seems to be selfish. On a dark pine stormy night, the sky makes the old ape sad.
Friends of Crying Mountains
Tang Du Xunhe
For ten years, we have lived together in the clouds of Luyue, and the cold and dry leaves are burning at night.
In life, I never met the official, but I will never leave the elk herd until death.
From seeing the ruined house with basil bushes, I have always worried about the rain and snow soaking into the barren graves.
Read your poems aloud, thinking that the sky is high and you can listen to them.
I am shocked when I hear about the deceased
Li Jiayou of Tang Dynasty
I also know that death is a human matter, and when I am old, I feel suspicious.
The yellow scroll and the clear harp are always tiring, and the falling flowers and flowing water add to the sadness.
I would like to know the true secret from the medicine, and I would like to retire from office and join my master.
It is difficult to give up the joy in front of the children, and the pity on the temples is gradually turning into silk.
Read the Chronicles of the Three Kingdoms
Li Jiuling of the Tang Dynasty
The origin of a country depends on the acquisition of talents. Mo Yan said that prosperity and decay are cycles.
Wu Houxing fell and Zhou Yu died, and it seemed easy to conquer Shu and surrender to Wu.
Compassion for the Farmers
Li Shen of the Tang Dynasty
Sow a grain of millet in spring and harvest ten thousand grains in autumn.
There is no idle land in the world, and farmers are still starving to death.
Watching the funeral
Ouyang Zhan of the Tang Dynasty
Why is it so sad and full of tears that the floating world is the dust of Beimang.
He disappeared from time to time on Beishan Road, and the deceased even cried to see him off.
Deng Ai Temple
Tang Yanqian of Tang Dynasty
Zhaolie Yili died in shame, wielding a knife and cutting stones to hate Qiao Zhou.
How to leave the temple for thousands of years, eating Bashan with blood and accompanying Wu Hou.
Visiting the Tomb of Li Bai
Tang Xiangsi
Yelang returned to his old age and died drunk by the riverside.
The funeral rituals of the official family, and the remaining poems about Yuefu.
The wandering soul should go to Shu, but Xiaojie is not a wise man.
It is no crime to be dead, and the grave is burning in the wild.
Green Tomb
Zhang Li of Tang Dynasty
It is possible to overthrow the country and serve the country well, but to be idle and lonely makes me want to return.
Although Taizhen died as a result of his gratitude, he only flew towards Mawei like flying dust.
Conquest of Women's Resentment
Tang Zhang Ji
In September, the Xiongnu killed the border generals, and the Han army was completely wiped out on the Liao River.
No one from thousands of miles away collects the bones, and the souls are summoned and buried under every city.
When a woman relies on her son and husband, she feels comfortable living with the poor and humble.
My husband died on the battlefield with his son in his belly, but my body is still as bright as a daylight candle.
Shi'er
Lu You of Song Dynasty
After his death, he knew that everything was in vain, but he was not as sad as Jiuzhou.
Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices.
South China Sea
Song Wen Tianxiang
When I came to the South China Sea, people died in chaos.
The fishy waves beat my heart, and the strong wind blew my hair.
A mountain for a river, no country and no home.
A man has a thousand-year ambition, but my life has no end.
Crossing the Lingding Ocean
Song Wen Tianxiang
After a hard encounter, there are only a few stars around in the fight.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind flutters, and the life experience is ups and downs.
Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has ever died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history.
Qingming Festival
Song Dynasty Huang Tingjian
On the Qingming Festival, the peaches and plums smile, and the wild fields and graves only produce sorrow.
Thunder shook the sky and earth, dragons and snakes stung, and rain fell on the grass and trees in the countryside.
People beg for sacrifices for their arrogant concubines, and it is unfair for scholars to be burned to death.
The wise and foolish know who they are for thousands of years, and their eyes are full of basil and grass.
Inscribed on the wall in prison
Tan Sitong of the Qing Dynasty
Looking at the door and stopping there, I thought of Zhang Jian and endured death for a moment to wait for Du Gen.
I am smiling to the sky with my horizontal sword, leaving behind my liver and gallbladder
Answer: Bi Miqqq - Probation Level 1 12-3 12:59 2007 Baidu