I often remember the pavilion by the stream next to the pavilion until the sunset, intoxicated by the beautiful scenery and lingering.
If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
The red sunset is in the temple outside the temple, and the wind has not yet come, and the wind has already blown the buildings in Xianyang.
Without Cai Feng's wings, I feel the harmonious heartbeat of the sacred unicorn.
Oh, let a man with spirit take risks where he wants to go, and never point his golden cup at the moon empty! .
What time is the remnant star? When geese cross the river, flutes touch the ground.