Chinese poetry

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

See what the northern countries show: Hundreds of leagues ice-bound go; Thousands of leagues flies snow.

To the west of the old base, the humanities are Chibi, Zhou Lang and the Three Kingdoms.

I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.

The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country was unbearable to look back at the middle of the month.

Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.

When those red berries come in spring, they flush on your southern branches.

The three kingdoms, divided, have always been bound by his greatness, the famous eight-array map.

Take care of the city first, then the country.