Du Mu
Who is the public image in the seven-poem? It must be commanded by Cao Liu.
Recommend the scale in the past, and no one will be Kuai Tong when begging fire.
The North Pole Tower hangs a dream, and the Xijiang waves swallow it away.
Poor, thousands of miles away from home, singing for nothing.
One thousand miles away from home, a maid-in-waiting lived here for 20 years, but asked her for this song, the first few words, to see how she held back her tears. Zhang Hu
Common poppy/corn poppy/poppy
Yu Li
When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past?
The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them.
Ask how much sorrow you can have, just like a river flowing eastward.
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgic Sushi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once. Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.
Trapped in tears, Bing Xu made a thatched cottage.
The north wind cracked the ground, darkened the frost, and ruined the mulberry. The old country secretly returned it to disabled soldiers,
Old clothes were buried in a new grave. Sow the fine grass of Ma Si, and let beautiful women hang poplars.
There is nothing on the instrument bed except yin characters and the art of war.
Give it back first.
Tang Zhu Qingyu
It is difficult to be independent, and the New Year is against your will. Grass grows in a foreign land, so the country returns to its old age.
The shore is wide and the lake overflows, and Cheng Yao is poor. See you in autumn. Don't forget the opportunity.
Crying fee, collecting body, collecting money, collecting money, Yao He.
On the orders of Confucian scholars, I eat and lie in the forest. Who knows what's going on? Without a body, it's a heart.
The empty mountains and rivers are far away, and the white clouds in the old country are deep. Who cries in the evening? Only apes and birds should sing.
Smell cicadas and send friends (Li Duanshi)
Lang shiyuan
I heard warblers yesterday, and now cicadas are singing again. It will certainly take several years for Zhu Yan to send a message to China.
The old country is far away from white clouds and lives in seclusion. Because of a few lines of tears, this book was given to my brother for ten years.
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