Leaning on the drunken road, lying in the imperial city with books.
The moon is full of autumn goose blood, and the ancient cicada is broken.
The green fields are hung with wind and dew, and the green lights shine on the guqin.
What happened to Whitehead? It is still a water dragon.
Confucianism and chivalry
Iron horses shine on mountains and rivers, cold clothes accompany Chu songs.
Books wash the bright moon, and ink clouds sway in Qiu Si.
The sword buries sorrow, but the flower is late.
Where did you send it? How to pick catkins?
Jing ke
Dan Xin bears a good reputation and caresses proud heroes.
The sword reflected Qin Douyue, and the wind roared.
A sad song turns into a smile, and spirits go back a thousand times.
Cast a sword for broken arrow, the hero, you and me.
Meng Libai
I knew it was a poem in my dream, so I drank it on credit.
Ask me if I can have a thousand drinks? Smile and lay down your life with Taibai
Take off your coat and write about the Spring and Autumn Period. He is willing to be a prisoner of Du Kang.
Great talents help the world and conform to the needs of the times. Is the economy reserved for the prince and grandson?
The lofty Qing will get drunk, and tang style will chase you back.
You don't have to hurry to play the spring breeze pipa before you are halfway through laughing.
Lead a song to lie drunk in the east, I don't know the wandering feelings in the sunset.
Is the boat full of wine? Qiu Yueming, the hometown of Bolai
Are you afraid of the loss of youth when you sing? White hair can especially sing Chu ci.
Qin Guanhan's moon is full of romance. As soon as it enters your sleeve, it becomes a poem.
The wine has faded, and the song has turned into colorful clouds.
Pushing a pillow will wake you up in a dream, especially when Fu Liang is singing in your ear.
Haoxiazui JIU
Moonlight, flowers, flowers, wine, cups of uneven figure, falling from flower to flower.
Iraqi people laugh at sanhua and sprinkle seven-step poems. The full moon and moonlight hurt themselves.
The mountain wind blows wild flowers, the wolves howl, the valley is lonely, and the mountain flowers are Ye Xiang.
The rivers and lakes are full of flowers, and chivalrous feelings are romantic.
Bury flowers alone.
It's really elegant, and the solitary fragrance group sword dances to reward me. The solitary leaf group flowers are hard to be elegant.
The waves are fragrant, the flute songs in the north wind are crazy, and the flowers in the north are cool.
Bitter wine is full of Zui Xiang Langgao wine, full of swaying and watering flowers.
The wind blew away the flowers. No one in Ye Fei is empty. Xin blowing in the wind
Huidujia
The flowers are too fragrant, they are not in bud, and they have been away from home for three years.
Flowers are too fragrant, walking alone at dusk, setting sun, and only remembering the beauty of the world.
The flowers are too fragrant to smell, and the waves are dizzy. Wild mountains drove past the north wind to send Hu Xiang.
The flowers are too fragrant, the frost has not fallen, the bacteria have eaten the residual fragrance, and no one is buried all over the ground, leaving only the old fragrance.
Song Qing rocks, dancing on the beach, the end of the world is a corner of the sea, the piano is proud.
Loyal souls are far away, shining all over the world, flowers bloom and fall, and clouds disperse.
On a cold moon, I came all the way to fenglingdu. When you wake up drunk, you are out of your wits.
Lonely in Hunan, thinking about the sky, broken dreams, heroes crying.
Hekehang
The swordsmen of Zhao are dotted with tassels at will, and their swords are as bright as Shuang Shuang.
The silver saddle and the white horse set each other off and galloped.
Within ten steps, kill one person, cross a thousand miles, leave no one behind.
After you finish, brush off your clothes, don't show any sound, and hide in the depths.
Sometimes when I'm free, I walk through the county town, have a drink, and cross my sword over my knees.
Eat meat with the sea and drink with Hou Ying in a big bowl.
Three cups of spit, five mountains are light.
After drinking, my eyes were dizzy and energetic, and the rainbow was swallowed up by the air.
Handan surprised to save Zhao Jin's hammer.
Hai and Hou Yingcai are real warriors of the second century, and they are famous in the whole city.
As a knight, the death of chivalrous bone is also fragrant, and it is worthy of being a hero.
Who can learn Confucian scholars, stay in books all his life, have white hair, and still write the Xuanjing? .
wine
It's worth spending a lot of money to buy a treasure knife and change mink fur.
A cavity of blood is diligent and precious, even if spilled, it can become Bi Tao.
Watch Gong Sundaniang's disciples dance swords and musical instruments.
A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.
The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.
As bright as an archer shooting down the nine suns in the sky, as fast as an angel in front of a dragon's wings.
She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.
But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.
This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily.
When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.
There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun.
Fifty years have passed, and the royal family was overthrown in a stroke of a finger.
The disciples in the pear garden dispersed like smoke, and one or two female musicians were trying to charm the cold sun.
There are also people who are big and burly next to the tomb of the Golden Emperor, and the Tang Shicheng, which is bleak and bleak.
The song has been sung, the slow-string allegro has stopped, the joy is in full swing, the moon in the east rises, and the sadness follows.
And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.
Send a poem to captain Cai
Cai Ziyong became a fetish, bending his bow and shooting at Xi Hu. Athletes would rather die, and strong men are ashamed of Confucianism.
The official is the pioneer, and the material edge challenges. A bird is too light, but a gun is urgent.
The cloud curtain opens with the government, and the spring city goes to Shangdu. The horse's head is golden and the humpback is plush.
Close to Yunshan Road and fly back to Qinghai Corner. Going to work is still a surprise and a precursor.
Han made the Yellow River far away, and white wheat withered in Liangzhou. Because you asked for information, fortunately Ruan.