Jiang Chengzi went hunting in Mizhou
I was chatting like a teenager. The left hand holds the yellow, the right holds the blue sky.
Branded hats and mink fur coats, thousands of horses riding around Ping Gang.
In order to repay the favor, I followed the prefect, shot tigers myself, and watched Sun Lang.
The wine is in full swing and the chest is still open. It doesn't matter if there's a little frost on the temples.
In the cloud of holding the festival, when will Feng Tang be dispatched?
I can draw the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.
Nian Nujiao·Chibi Nostalgia
As the river goes eastward, the waves are swept away, and the romantic figures of the ages are revealed.
On the west side of the fortress, the humane road is Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms.
Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.
The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time.
I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome.
Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the boats and oars disappeared into ashes.
My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early.
Life is like a dream, one statue returns the moon in the river