1, a hundred feet west of the bonfire, windy and autumn in Shanghai alone at dusk. Guan Shanyue, who plays the Qiang flute, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li.
2. The scenery in Qiu Lai is different. The wild geese in Hengyang are ringing in all directions. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. -Fan Zhongyan's The Pride of the Fisherman
There is not a town for 3,000 miles, and there is nothing except the camp, until the heavy sky joins the vast desert in the snow. The sorrowful Hu Yanyan flew through the air, and HUS soldiers were all in tears. -An old Li Wei song.
The forest is black, and the wind attacks the grass, but the general tries to shoot an arrow at night. Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.
5. Say goodbye to parents and go to the Yellow River at dusk. I didn't hear my parents calling for a female voice, but I heard the Yellow River splashing. But bid farewell to the Yellow River and stay in Montenegro at dusk. I can't hear my parents calling for a female voice, but I hear Yanshan Hu riding a horse.
6. The moon was bright in the Qin Dynasty, closed in the Han Dynasty, and the Long March did not return. If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan. -Wang Changling's "Playing"
7. In the dim moonlight, wild geese are flying high, and the leader of the Tatars is fleeing in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
8. Ask where the plum blossoms fall, and the wind blows all night. -Gao Shi "Listening to the flute"
9. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, and it won't be returned without breaking Loulan. -Wang Changling's "The Third of the Seven Songs of the Army"
10, the desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. -Li He "Horse"
1 1, dark clouds are pressing the city to destroy, and armor is scattered to the sun. In autumn, the horn sounded all over the sky, and the rouge stopped the night purple. The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy. I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death. The bow should be the hardest, and the archer should shoot the longest.