Year: Ming Author: Yang Shen
The horn blew through the plum blossom, and Hu Yun picked up Qin Xia from a distance.
White geese are stuffed with purple in the west wind, and yellow sand is carved with soap in the sunset.
In the Han Dynasty, shepherds were asked to watch festivals and put on pipa.
I returned to the clouds in my dream, and I felt tears flowing all over the sky.
Dunhuang music
Year: Ming Author: Zeng Bai
Tubo athletes, flushed, walked into the Yellow River and let Ma Fei.
There are few pedestrians in the seven customs, and the battlefield of bones is vertical and horizontal.
The strong men in Dunhuang cried, and their voices were urgent on all sides.
The beacon lights went out and the birds didn't fly. It hasn't been clear for eleven years.
Before the end of Chang 'an in Sichuan, did you ever return home by borrowing soldiers?
The gloomy clouds are bleak even in the desert, and the north wind blows snow.
The general is still in power at dusk, and the strong man is still dressed in iron at night.
In the city, the horse is exchanged for the wheat, and the decisive battle is better than the death.
Once Land Rover suddenly boarded the city, and the strong flute rustled on the city.
At that time, Hu's custom was followed, and he still hides the Tang suit.
Every year, I think of the cold food in the Central Plains, and I will cry when I look at my hometown.
When will the loyalists win?
Hongwu Guihai will go to Ningbei for business (two songs)
Year: Ming Author: Zheng Juzhen
North of the Great Wall, near the ancient castle, there are few people at sunset.
Across the river is the land of Hexi, and Dunhuang is Jiuquan.
Title: A Hundred Horses with Less Supervision
The water in Dunhuang is dry, and the grass in front of the stable is green and autumn.
The donkey camel bears the stone Yumen Pass, and the old garden is empty for thirty-six.
Back in those days, there were 100 horses in Real Madrid, and there were no shepherds in the garage.
Only people are allowed to run the sun, and the fields are not allowed to eat people's valleys.
In ancient times, what was expensive was good, and what was not expensive was not expensive. You must believe that thrift is not enough.
Ren Jian painted a hundred flowers with five colors like clouds.
In August, the wind is high and the grass is sweet, and drinking is leisurely.
You can't argue with Huang Mo, but it's confusing.
Ren suffered greatly from the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom, and he soon thought of this.
Nothing in the four seas will be idle, and nothing is the foothills of China.
I heard that Shanxiang East Gate is in Beijing, and I sat watching a group of longan like candles.
Silk people's mouths are full of thanks for their manes. They are so beautiful that they are in an empty valley.
Try to rest by car below, although the bones are good.
Apricot flowers smoke outside Liu Yin, and the collaterals are not full of millet.
Alas, this painting is rare in the world, but it costs thousands of dollars.
The old man is a handsome man, full of empty songs
Snow in Border Town Hu Jing wrote Lingwu.
Year: Ming Author:
Dunhuang Road, Wan Li Road and San Chun Xue are unclear.
Riding seems to have taken you a long way.
I stayed away from the sand, and I was stunned by the moon.
Hometown geese fly, and it is a feeling to send them away.
Give it to Xin Yongqing at the end of the year.
Year: Ming Author:
The north wind blows four scenes, and one year is poor and lonely.
Suddenly, I heard that a guest came to Daguan, with a clear posture and a wild stand.
Daqingshan is an antique mountain, radiant.
In summer, King Jiu Mu casts gold, but the mountains in osawa are far away.
Yu Kan goose chop Kunwu, gluttonous as Ssangyong.
Honglong fanned the fire, and purple smoke flew to the bone.
Brocade shows ink, Hedong Erliu is in Dunhuang.
Fifteen words in the civil history, the cliff collapses and the rock breaks the secret pavilion.
I also made a Korean hook, and the ship cut the emerald.
Fang Ding's father, Yin Yawen, stunned all the guests.
The baby in the basket is dying. Who will cut a new one from Ke Ting?
Alas, it's not easy. You poured money and cut it down.