Don't laugh when you are drunk on the beach. How many wars were fought in ancient times? _ _ _ _ Two Liangzhou Ci Poems by William Wang (I)
3. The bright moon in Qin dynasty was off in Han dynasty, and the Long March people did not return. _ _ _ _ Wang Changling's "Two Embankments, Part I"
4. If you want to serve your country, why should you be born in Yumenguan? _ _ _ _ Dai Shulun's Two Songs on the Fortress, the second song.
5. Why should a strong brother complain about Yangliu? Spring breeze is not enough. _ _ _ _ Two Liangzhou Ci Poems by Wang Zhihuan (I)
6. But make the Dragon City fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain. _ _ _ _ Wang Changling's Two Embankments
7. Only solve the battlefield where they died for their country, and why they died in boots. _ _ _ _ Xu Xilin's Plug
8. Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven. _ _ _ _ Cen Can's Song of Farewell to the Western Expedition/Farewell to the Western Expedition by General Feng.
9. The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. _ _ _ _ Fan Zhongyan's The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si
10. We chased them, and the burden of horses was light, and there was snow on our bows and swords. _ _ _ _ Liu Lun's "He Zhang Servant Shoots the Next Song, the Third Song"
1 1. I don't know where to play the flute, and I want to recruit people all night. _ _ _ _ On Li Yi's Listening to Shouxiang Wall Flute at Night
12. The boat crossed Guazhou at night, and the iron horse was scattered in the autumn wind. _ _ _ _ Lu You's Five Books on Criticism
13. The Woods are dark and the wind blows, but the general tries to shoot arrows at night. _ _ _ _ Liu Lun's "He Zhang Servant Shoots the Next Song, the Second Song"
14. The sounds from all directions start from the corner, thousands of miles away, and the smoke is long. _ _ _ _ Fan Zhongyan's The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si
15. A statue of muddy wine guards the east of Wan Li Building. _ _ _ _ Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Huanxisha Frosty Sky Bright Clouds Soaking in Water"
16. A vagrant heard the drums indicating the battle, and a wild goose sang in autumn. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's Remembering Brothers on a Moonlit Night
17. I didn't know I didn't suffer from sidecourt, but I could still smell chivalrous when I died. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's Four Chapters of Youth
18. I fought in the north at night and didn't return late. _ _ _ _ Xu Hun's "The Plug"
19. Fu Bo just wants to be buried, so there is no need to enter the customs in Dingyuan. _ _ _ _ Li Yi's Xia Sai Qu
20. There are rough waves between the river and the sky, clouds and the ground. _ _ _ _ Eight Poems by Du Fuqiu, Part One
2 1. The wild geese gave a plaintive cry, flying from night to night, and the Tatar children had many tears to shed. An ancient battle song by Li Jie.
22. The wind from thousands of miles is beating the battlements of Yumenguan. Li Bai's Guan Shanyue
23. The flowers and birds in Qin have stopped, and the wind and sand outside the Great Wall are still cold. _ _ _ _ Two Liangzhou Poems by William Wang
24. Zhai Zhao recruited 300,000 yuan and looked back at Yueming for a while. _ _ _ _ Li Yi's "Join the Army in the North"
25. In late autumn, no one remembers who, and the leaves rustle. _ _ _ _ Nalan Xingde's Nine Days of Mulberry Picking
26. The desert is dusty and the red flag is half rolled out of Yuanmen. _ _ _ _ Wang Changling's Seven Songs of Joining the Army
27. Rumor has it that Qiang Bing on both sides of the Taiwan Strait has never stopped. _ _ _ _ Cao Song's Two Poems of Ji Haisui, the first year of Xi Guangzong Ming Dynasty.
28. The battlefield has been ruined and the south of the city has been surrounded. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Join the Army"
29. Sean Xiao sleeps with the golden drum and holds the jade saddle at night. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "The First Six Songs"
30. I can't see the Great Wall alone, but the bones of the dead are propped up. _ _ _ _ Chen Lin's Drinking Horses in the Great Wall Cave
3 1. The sunset is not broken, and the west wind is empty. _ _ _ _ Xin Qiji's Magnolia is slow, send Zhong Zhang Gu Shuai and Xing Yuan to the table.
32. The iron frost is heavy, and the war horse is old. _ _ _ _ Rong Yu's Six Blocks
33. Han Jiaman levied a levy and did not send Hu Ma back. _ _ _ _ Dai Shulun's Two Songs on the Fortress, the second song.
34. In the army, to perform sword dancing, there must be heavy notes on it. _ _ _ _ Zhang said "Youzhou Night Drink"
35. The flag-raising night was robbed in the account, and Hu Er lacked a nod. _ _ _ _ Ma Dai's "The Word of Stuffing"
36. Military songs should be sung with broadswords and swear to destroy Hunu. _ _ _ _ Xu Xilin's Plug
37. After the snow in Tianshan Mountain, the sea was very cold, and it was difficult to play the flute. _ _ _ _ Li Yi's "Join the Army in the North"
38. In the mist of Dagger River, through the biting cold wind, the sound of horses' hooves broke at the sand mouth line and on the cold boulder. _ _ _ _ Cen Can's Song of the Tower bid farewell to Feng, the general of the Western Expedition.
39. Even now, she seems to be playing a reed flute home, which makes every soldier's eyes full of tears of homesickness. _ _ _ _ the ancient meaning of Li Qi
40. I am only worried about flying under the green ghost. You shouldn't put off the frost until late, but look at this poem. _ _ _ _ Zhou Zizhi's "Linjiang Xian, Send Your Majesty to Gwangju"
4 1. Last night, the autumn wind entered the Han Pass, and the new moon filled the western hills. _ _ _ _ Yanwu's "Early Autumn of Military City"
2. Poems about foreign countries: Hello: 1. Clouds and wet clothes are close to you, and the sound of spring water shakes you to sleep and feels the approach of the stream. Lonely moon riding on the horizon, hungry apes crying in the mountains. Appreciation: Written by Emperor Xie E (786-842) (reigned 809-823). He is obsessed with Chinese studies and poetry. Very rare. 2. Toyotomi Hideyoshi's self-singing is like sunrise, which comes and goes in a hurry. Osaka is magnificent and dreamy. (Toyotomi Hideyoshi was written by Ji Xiuji. This poem was sung before he died. The sound of the loom stopped abruptly for three nights, and the bright moon in front of the window was like autumn water. My mother wanted to ask, but she lowered her eyebrows. The soul is homesick for thousands of miles. Attached to the original poem: Mom, how can I bear to knit? My heart is full of love for that person. Tagore's English poems have dug an insurmountable gap between you and the person who loves you with a cold heart. The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between trees, but the branches that grow on the same root but cannot depend on each other in the wind. The furthest distance in the world is not that the branches can't depend on each other, but the stars that look at each other but don't meet each other. The trajectory between the stars is that even if the trajectory meets, there is nowhere to look for it in an instant. The furthest distance in the world is not that you can't find it for a moment, but that you are doomed to meet it before you meet it. The furthest distance in the world is the distance between a fish and a bird, one in the sky and the other in the sea. It's not the distance between life and death, but when I stand in front of you, you don't know that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that I stand in front of you and you don't know that I love you, but that I love you so much that I can't say that I love you. The furthest distance in the world is not that we love each other but we can't be together. The furthest distance in the world is not when we love each other but pretend not to care at all, even when we know that love is invincible; The furthest distance in the world is not the distance between two trees, but even if the branches of two trees grow together, The furthest distance in the world is not that you love each other but can't meet each other, but that two stars watch each other but can't meet each other. The farthest distance in the world is not that there is nowhere to find after the two tracks meet, but that you are doomed not to be together without meeting. The farthest distance in the world is the distance between fish and birds. When you are old, gray-haired and sleepy, take a nap by the fire. Please take down this book and read it slowly and dream of you. How many people love your joyful and elegant moments, love your beauty with hypocrisy or sincerity, but only one person loves your pilgrim soul and the sadness on your aging face. Bend down by the burning fireplace, whisper with sadness, how love dies, pace on the mountains overhead, and hide your face among the stars. When you are old and sleepy and dozing off by the fire, please write a poem. I remember you once had a pair of gentle eyes with a few shadows in the corner of your eyes. How many people loved you when you were young and beautiful? True or false love your beauty, but only one person loves the holiness of your soul and the painful wrinkles on your aging face. Looking back at the red stove, I tell you sadly how love slipped away, ran to the mountain above, and then hid her face in the stars. At the foot of Bumble Mountain, Ye Zhi 6 lies at the bare foot of Bumble Mountain, and Ye Zhi lies in the middle of Lifu Cemetery in Lamke. An ancestor used to be the principal there. Many years ago, there was a church nearby, on the roadside, an ancient cross, no marble plaque, no rhetoric. On the limestone collected nearby, according to his instructions, these words are engraved: throw away the cold eyes of life and death, knight, go forward bravely! (The last sentence is very famous. ) Tagore's I only have a few words that I'm not sure are poems. Hehe, you are alone in the boundless loneliness of your soul. A quiet and lonely girl is a lonely lotus, blooming in the branches of love. I once loved you, Pushkin. I once loved you: love may not be completely dead in my heart; I hope I won't bother you again, and I don't want to make you sad again. I used to love you silently and hopelessly, enduring shyness and jealousy; I once loved you so sincerely and tenderly. God bless you, and the other one will love you as much as I do.
3. Who said that the sunset is the end of the world in the poem "Foreign Country"?
_ _ _ _ Li Gou's "Homesickness" Mochow has no bosom friend, and everyone knows you. _ _ _ _ Gao Shi's two poems don't move the big moon. At this time, the sea is full, and the horizon is * * * at this time.
_ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's "Looking at the distant moon and thinking about the distant moon" On that green spring day, I sang loudly, drank heavily and began to go home. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "The Yellow River is Recovered by the Imperial Army" He knows that the dew will be frost tonight, and the moonlight at home is so bright! .
_ _ _ _ Du Fu's Moonlit Memories of Brothers is endless and homesick. _ _ _ _ Zhang Jiuling's "The Night of the Xijiang River" I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery.
_ _ _ _ Su Shi's Mid-Autumn Festival in Chen Bing asked relatives and friends in Luoyang that there was a piece of ice in the jade pot. _ _ _ _ Wang Changling's "Lotus Inn" and Xin Qiji are lonely at night without the soft leaves of foreign trees and the cold light of lanterns.
_ _ _ _ Ma Dai's "Autumn Chrysanthemum on the Dam" Spring breeze and green Jiang Nanan, when will the bright moon shine on me? _ _ _ _ The rest of Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou" flew in the dark and scattered to the spring breeze of Manluo. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in Los Angeles on a Spring Night/Smelling the flute in Luoyang on a Spring Night" should not ask Lingnan.
But this road. This peace of mind is my hometown.
_ _ _ _ Su Shi's youth journey, from the South China Sea to Wang Dingguo, now, approaching my village and meeting people, I dare not ask a question. _ _ _ _ Song Wenzhi's "Crossing the Han River", when it was windy and snowy for a long time, it failed to break the dream of hometown, and there was no such sound in my hometown.
_ _ _ _ Nalanxingde Sauvignon Blanc, on the trip up the mountain, the petals have flowed like tears, and the lonely bird has sung grief. _ _ _ _ Du Fu's "Hope for Spring" left home when he was young, and the local accent did not change.
_ _ _ _ He's "Two Hometown Couplets, Part I" is called Broken Ileum, and I remember March 3. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Xuancheng/Zigui Watching the Rhododendron" has been away from home for many years, and recently the personnel have been killed.
_ _ _ _ He's two hometown couplets, until I raised my cup and asked the bright moon, which brought me my shadow and made the three of us. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Four Moons Alone, Part One" is a serenade by Liu Zhe, and no one can stand the homesickness.
_ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Smelling the flute in the spring night in Los Angeles/Smelling the flute in the spring night in Luoyang" only reflects the front lake, and the spring breeze does not change the old waves. _ _ _ _ What's the Book of Two Hometowns? plain clothes doesn't sigh, but it's still bright to return home.
_ _ _ _ Lu You's "Spring Rain in Lin 'an" Luoyang has a good spring, and Luoyang talented people are always in other places. _ _ _ _ When will the home of Bodhisattva Xia in Weizhuang come to my dream, and how many people will return to the river in spring? _ _ _ _ Lu Lun's Spring in Chang 'an, but I looked at home and the twilight faded? The river is shrouded in mist, which brings people deep melancholy.
_ _ _ _ Yellow Crane Tower in Cui Hao/When you board the Yellow Crane Tower, the water brings you the feeling of home, and the painting is 300 miles. _ _ _ _ Li Bai's "Seeing Friends Off at Jingmen Ferry" is full of expectations tonight, and I don't know who Qiu Si will fall on.
_ _ _ _ Wang Jian's Fifteen Nights Full Moon Send Du Langzhong * * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, it's a red heart, and in five places, it's all a wish. _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Full Moon Feelings" will stay up all night for a year, and Wan Li has not returned.
_ _ _ _ Dai Shulun's "Except Sleeping on a Stone Hill" Wan Li had a glass of turbid wine at home, but Ran Yan didn't lose his mind. _ _ _ _ Fan Zhongyan's "The Pride of the Fisherman" Qiu Si, you come from my old country, tell me what happened there! .
_ _ _ _ Wang Wei's "Three Miscellaneous Poems II" When will you go home to wash your robe? The silver word is the tone, and the heart word is the fragrance. _ _ _ _ Jie Jiang's "Crossing the Wujiang River with a Cut Plum and a Boat" has never dreamed of returning for ten years and is independent of Qingfeng.
_ _ _ _ Xie Fangde's Wuyishan Bell plays the flute somewhere and wants to see his hometown all night. _ _ _ _ Li Yi's "On Keeping the Fragrant Wall and Listening to the Flute at Night" flies before the flowers fall.
_ _ _ _ Xue Daoheng's Homecoming Where is the hometown in the northwest and where is the full moon in the southeast? _ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Looking at the Moon in the Pavilion on the 15th of August" knocked on the deep lane with an anvil pestle, and Jason Wu shook down his hometown in autumn.
_ _ _ _ Qiu Si, a land traveler, is thousands of miles away from home. A maid-in-waiting has lived here for twenty years. _ _ _ _ Zhang Hu's "Gong Ci, Thousands of Miles from Home" hometown road is long, Xiu Yuan Xi, double-sleeved dragon bell crying.
_ _ _ _ Cen Can's "On the Messenger of the Jingshi" is in a foreign land, and he misses his relatives every holiday. _ _ _ _ Wang Wei's "Remembering Brothers in Shandong during Vacation on the Mountain/Memories of Brothers in East Jiuri Mountain in September" Cong Ju shed tears another day, and she was alone in the boat.
_ _ _ _ I don't know what time it is in Du Fu's Eight Poems in Autumn, and I have to go with you. _ _ _ _ Wei Chengqing's poem "Singing geese in the South" can't be written, just a little nostalgic. _ _ _ _ Zhang Yan's Lonely Goose in Jie Lianhuan looks at the clouds and hides his eyes, homesick for raindrops.
_ _ _ _ Bai Juyi's "Dribbling" Bashan Chuhe River is desolate, giving up on itself for 23 years. _ _ _ _ Liu Yuxi's "Enjoy Lotte at the First Meeting in Yangzhou" is a destination, and I have been sad and tired for many years.
_ _ _ _ Wang Ji's "Entering Ruoyexi" started to levy priests in the morning to mourn his hometown. _ _ _ _ Wen Tingyun's early trip to goodness, tell me, where do you live? Near here, next to the fishing pond? .
_ _ _ _ Cui Hao's "Long March Tell me where you live" If it becomes hundreds of billions, it will be spread to the top of the mountain to see your hometown. _ _ _ _ Liu Zongyuan "Seeing the mountains and rivers with Hao's first master and sending relatives and friends to Beijing".
4. Good sentences describing exotic customs The sentences describing exotic customs are as follows:
"Like the strong wind in spring, it blows at night and blows open the petals of ten thousand pear trees" is about the snowstorm in the frontier, but it gives people an endless feeling of spring. Suddenly, the spring breeze seems to blow overnight, and thousands of white pears are in full bloom. Overnight, it became a strange world of snow and ice wrapped in white. This beautiful tree, a world of ice and snow with different shapes, has a spring breeze, like an intoxicating fragrance and brilliant spring in the south of the Yangtze River.
"Suddenly see cold plum trees, flowers bloom Hanshui. I don't know if spring is early, but I doubt it is a pearl. " Playing by the Hanshui River, I suddenly saw the cold plum beside the water, as if someone had sprinkled water drops on the branches, crystal clear. But it turns out that spring has come, and it is a picture of a cold plum blossom.
5. Poetry is Tang except night in foreign countries.
The cold light in the hotel stayed alone and didn't sleep, and the guest turned sad. Tonight, my hometown is full of thoughts, and the Ming Dynasty is worried for another year.
My hometown, Xinghua Tang four-hole map
Send flowers and wine to celebrate the new opening, with flowers on the left and cups on the right. Ask a cuttlefish and a glass of wine. How can an old friend be different?
Jiangwaisi Lane Tang Wei Zhuang
I am always outside. Every spring, I am alone in the country, sitting under a tree and drinking. The trees on the tree should also know my homesickness. Seeing the setting sun on the river bank, it seems that my heart has been torn into pieces of willow leaves.
Tangyuan Town, Roy
There are many mangrove temples on a mountain with sad winter scenery. Zhong Xuan is full of homesick tears, and Zhang Shuidong flows like jade waves.
He Sanxiang's Poems of Tanggaoqu
North and South Qian Shan, Wanshan, Che Xuan who don't want home. Being alone will make you sad, for fear of hurting peaches and plums.
6. Exotic Poetry Turgenev (Russia) "Spring Twilight" Golden clouds are flying in the rest land; The vast and silent fields are shining with dew; The stream gurgled in the shadow of the canyon-the thunder of spring shook in distant places, and the lazy breeze stirred its bound wings among the leaves of poplar trees.
The tall forest was silent, and the dark forest was silent. Only occasionally, in the deep shadow, a sleepless leaf rustles.
Stars, the beautiful Venus of love, shine in the flame of sunset. How bright and holy my heart is, as bright as when I was a child. (1843) Note: This poem was written by Russian composer Rubenstein in 1848.
(translated by Ge Baoquan) 2. Frost (America) "Spring Prayer" Oh, please give us joy in today's flowers; Please don't let us think too far like those uncertain gains; Let's stay here in the most energetic spring of the year. Oh, please give us joy in the white orchard, not like anything during the day, but like a ghost at night; Let's be happy among the happy bees, when the bees gather around the perfect tree and swell.
Let's be happy in the crazy flying birds. At this moment, their voices suddenly came from the bee colony, like a bird's beak with the tip of a needle pointing at a wheat awn. A meteor squeezed in and rushed through a quiet flower in mid-air. Because this is love, not anything else, love exists for God above, because loving him can deify himself to the extreme, but this kind of love needs us to practice.
3. Hopkins (UK) "Spring" Nothing is more beautiful than spring-the swaying grass is tall, beautiful and lush; Thrushcross eggs are like a small sky. The thrush's song echoed in the reverberating Woods. It sounds like lightning bombardment; The flowers and leaves of pear trees are bright and clear with drooping blue sky; That kind of blue is really warm and rich; Lambs can't help running and playing. What are these pleasures that nourish the soul? It is the essence of the earth at the beginning of the Garden of Eden-before it becomes boring, gloomy or sour because of sin, you have many choices and it is worth choosing, Lord Christ, to win the innocent heart of young people.
(translated by Huang Gao) 4. Spring-dedicated to my dear Mika Fofanov Sevelliannin (Russian) Spring is as hot as gold-the whole city is sunny, clean and tidy! I am me again: I am young again! I am full of happiness and love again. The heart is singing, eager to run to the field. I treat everyone with' you' ... how vast! How free! What a beautiful song! What beautiful flowers! It is best to ride in a carriage and bump at will! It is best to walk on the green grass! Look at the rosy face of the peasant woman and embrace the enemy like friends! Make a sound, broad-leaved forest in spring! Planting grass! The flowers are blooming, lilacs! There are no sinners among us: everyone is right. How can such a beautiful day not be like this! 191/April 5, Saba (Italy) I don't like spring, how I want to tell you that the first spring has turned the corner and stung me like a sword.
The dim shadows cast by bare branches on the bare land upset me, as if I might be worthy of rebirth. Your arrival makes the grave look unsafe. In the ancient spring, you were more cruel than any season. Everything is resurrected and destroyed because of you. 6. Bertrand (France) "Another Spring" All stirring thoughts and desires are slaves of love.
It's another spring in Coleridge (1). Another drop of dew will roll in my bitter cup and escape like tears! Oh, my youth! Your happiness is printed with the cold kiss of time. Time is suffocating in the arms of pain, but as time goes by, your pain remains. Oh, woman! You took the glory from my life! If anyone is a liar in my bizarre love experience, it's not me. If someone is cheated, it's not you! Oh, spring! You are a little migratory bird, you are our temporary guest, and your sad song echoes in the poet's heart and among the oak trees! It's another spring-it's another sunshine in May. It touches the forehead of the young poet, shines on the world, shines on the crown of the old oak tree and shines on the trees! (translated by Huang Jianhua) ① English romantic poet (1772- 1834).
Together with Wordsworth and Southey, they are called the three poets by the lake. 7. Nobuyoshi Okaoka (Japan) "Spring" excavated a sleeping spring on the beach. You use it to make your hair look like ripples in the sky with a smile. In the grass-colored sunshine, the sea is quietly warm. My hand holds yours. The stone you cast is in my sky. Today, the flowing flower shadows in the sky sprout in our hands. New shoots splash in our visual center. The golden sun is spinning. The lake is a tree, and the dance of light flow screened from the cracks in the tree falls on the lawn. The dance of light flow is a part of your hair. We ... the door is open in the fresh air, calling for the shade and our countless arms. Brand-new roads stretch on the soft earth skin, and your hands shine in spring. So we bathed in the sunshine under our eyelashes, and quietly began to mature the sea and fruits (Memory and Now), translated by Ming Lan-World Literature (1987.2) 8. Merrick (German) I am lying on the hill in spring: white clouds become my wings and a bird flies in front of me.
Ah, tell me, lonely girl, where are you, let me stay with you! But you are the wind, and you are all homeless. My heart is open, like a sunflower, yearning and expanding in love and hope. What do you expect in spring? When can I be quiet? I saw the white clouds moving, the river running, and the golden kiss of the sun deeply penetrated into my blood; My strangely drunk eyes seem to be asleep, and only my ears are still listening to the buzz of bees.
I think about this and that, and I think a lot. I am looking forward to it, but I don't know what to expect; Half is sadness, half is happiness; My heart, oh, I ask you, what memories are you weaving in the darkness of golden and green branches? -Get over there.
7. What are the ancient poems about foreign countries? 1 "Send Liu Sizhi to Anxi" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei's desperate situation, Yangguan Road, lake sand, blowing dust.
Only a few geese flew by in the whole spring, and few pedestrians were seen on the road. Alfalfa will be introduced to Ferganama, and grape varieties will also be brought with Hanwang Gong.
This should frighten foreigners into asking. 2 "Expressing My Feelings" in the Tang Dynasty: Zhang Qian went out of the East Hall several times to thank him for his incompetence, and then he was willing to look back at Laoshan.
I don't think it's because I've been away from home for a long time. Some people are from other places. 3 "Send Ping Lian Ran Judge" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei did not know Yangguan Road, and it was Dingyuan Hou at first.
Huang Yun's spring scenery was broken, and he drew a corner to worry about his side. The vast sea has been here for years, and the river flows out of the river.
Let foreign ambassadors know how to drink the moon head. 4 "Perception of Zheng Punishment Department" Tang: When Bai Yunsi was sent, he was lying high.
Neighboring monks shine on the cold bamboo, and birds stay in the autumn pool. The emperor recited Jia Lian's watch, while others recited sword poems.
The stone canal breaks in Ryutsuki, and the painting angle breaks in the river. Release the gold and fly before the egrets.
Public interest is above everything else, and foreign countries say they hope to push the two dynasties. The static moss is oblique, and the solitary window is surrounded by tin branches.
I am glad to see you in the snow, but my heart is bitter. It's too late to go through the door.
If you miss something, you will have to look at it eventually, and your name will be lost. On the flat mound, you can see fairy mountain.
A few words came out of the mouth, dead and shameless. 5 "Standing on the Wood and Carving Poems on the Sea" Tang Dynasty: Li Zanhua's hill is pressing the mountain, and the mountain is powerless.
I was ashamed to meet my hometown people and went abroad from then on. 6 "Farewell to Uncle Shi" Tang Dynasty: Jiao Ran Chu monk pushed the younger generation, and Tang Ben learned the new classics.
Who will use a bamboo bottle to spread incense abroad? Qiuyeli Temple, Spring Leaf Keting.
Da Ruan is a county now, and you have the bluest eyes. 7 "Send Tang Zhongcheng and Fan Fan" Tang Dynasty: Huangfu once followed the good middle school and knew something outside.
Lu has been spread, not to mention Han. Longshang should look back, Heyuan gallops again.
Lonely peak asked his disciples to see the people in silence. Spring grass homesickness, border town travel dream.
Don't go far, it's a token of gratitude.