The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. To the west of the old base, there is a rich collection of people: Chibi, Zhou Lang, where the three countries stand. 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, and a bottle returns to the moon. Xijiangyue (combinatorial sequence)
In Huangzhou, I swam in the water on a spring night, passed by a restaurant, got drunk, took the moon to a creek bridge, took off my saddle, lay drunk, and rested less. I felt that the spring dawn on the mountain was crowded and the water was rushing, and I suspected it was human.
According to the wild (left and right) shallow waves, the sky is faint. I want to get drunk, but I haven't got rid of my arrogance.
It's a pity that a romantic wind didn't teach you to crush Qiong Yao. Take off the saddle pillow Qingyang Bridge, Du Yu, a sound of spring dawn. Bu operator
If the moon is short, the trees are sparse, and people are quiet. Who saw you alone, Hong Ying.
At night, it suddenly becomes afraid, suddenly flies and comes back frequently, but no one always understands its infinite inner feelings. It kept wandering among the cold branches, but refused to perch on any tree, and finally landed alone on the cold shoal.
"First Arriving in Huangzhou" Song Sushi laughed at himself for his busy life and his old career turned ridiculous.
All over the Yangtze River, fish is beautiful, bamboo is good, mountain is fragrant.
Not as good as a foreigner, the poet is an example of Shui Caolang.
Unfortunately, it didn't help at all, and it was still a waste of time for the housekeeper to press the wine bag. Red wall fu
In the autumn of René n (x ū), in July, Perilla and her guests went boating under the Red Cliff. The breeze blows gently and the water can't reach the surface. Raise a glass to propose a toast to one's companions, recite articles related to the moon, and sing praises to chapters. Not long after, the moon rose from Dongshan and hovered between the Big Dipper and the cow. Milky white fog across the river, clear water. Let the boat float on the boundless river and cross the boundless river. The vastness is like a virtual wind, and I don't know where it ends; Floating like an independent world, feathering into a fairy.
At this time, he was very happy to drink, slapping the ship's rail with his hand and singing. Song Yue said, "Zhugui (zhào) blows the blue oar, striking the sky and tracing the streamer. I am pregnant, and I hope that beauty is on one side. " The piper leans on the song and makes peace (hè). Its voice is full of resentment, longing, crying and complaining, and the lingering sound is endless. Dancing in the valley, crying in the lonely boat.
Su Zibi (Qi M 6533 guest said: "There are few stars on the moon, and blackbirds fly south." Isn't this a poem by Cao Mengde? Looking at Xiakou in the west and Wuchang in the east. Miao Shanchuan (liáo) is gloomy and dusty. Isn't this Meng Zhizhi who is trapped? Fang Qi broke Jingzhou and went down to Jiangling, downstream to the east. He is thousands of miles long, wearing a standard, drinking by the river and writing poems across the river, making him a hero in the world. Now he's safe! My son Yu Qiao and I are on top of (ZH incarnation), making friends with fish, shrimp and elk. A boat with a leaf, you can raise your hand and respect each other. Sending Mayflies (fú) and Mayflies (yóu) into the earth is simply a drop in the ocean. Mourn a moment in my life and admire the infinity of the Yangtze River. Fly with the flying fairy, hold the bright moon, and grow up. Knowing that it is impossible to get it suddenly, I hate it. "
Perilla said, "Do you know my husband's water and the moon? The deceased is like this, but he has never been there; If you are full of emptiness, the dead will not ebb and flow. Gai must view it from its changers, then heaven and earth can't be in an instant; If you look at it from its unchangeable point of view, then things are infinite to me, so why envy them! Between heaven and earth, everything has its own master. If it's not mine, it's a dime. However, the breeze on the river and the bright moon in the mountains are empty to the ear and beautiful when they meet. They are inexhaustible and inexhaustible treasures of the creator. My son and I are suitable. " So the companion smiled happily, wiped the cup clean again and poured it again. All the vegetables and fruits have been eaten, leaving only the cups on the table in a mess. I don't know if the east is white when I'm on a boat.
"Hou Chibi Fu" is the hope of next October, and it will return to Lingao from Tang Xue. The two guests never gave Sakamoto the yellow mud. When frost and dew fall, the leaves of trees fall off. Figure on the ground, looking up at the bright moon, caring, singing and answering.
He sighed: "there are guests without wine, wine without food, and the moon is white and clear." What is such a good night? " The guest said, "At dusk today, I got a fish with a huge scale, like a Songjiang perch. Is Gu Ande drunk? " Go home and find a woman. The woman said, "I had a beer fight and hid it for a long time, just for fear that my son would need it."
So I swam to the red cliff with wine and fish. The river is noisy, and the shore breaks thousands of feet; The mountain is high and the moon is small, and the truth comes out. Once the sun and moon geometry, Jiangshan can no longer recognize it! Jade wears clothes, walks stones, wears velvet, lives in tigers and leopards, climbs dragons, climbs storks' dangerous nests and overlooks the secluded palace in Feng Yi. You can't cover two guests at will. However, the whistling, the vibration of vegetation, the sound of mountains and valleys, and the wind and water are surging. Giving is also quiet and sad, awe and fear, and it is impossible to stay. Instead, get on the boat, let it flow and stop it.
It will be half past midnight, and I will be lonely. There is a solitary crane, and the river comes from the east. Wings, like wheels, suddenly rang and swept to the boat and left to the west.
The guest left, gave it and fell asleep. I dreamed that a Taoist priest was wandering under Lingao and said, "The joy of Chibi?" Ask his name, but don't answer. "Alas lake west! I know all about it. Isn't it a child who flew past me the night before? " The Taoist priest smiled and was surprised. Open an account and have a look. I can't see it.
On the boat, I don't know if the east is white.