Don't laugh at the farmhouse music brewed in the muddled month. In the harvest month, the dishes for guests are very rich. There is no way to go because of the winding water flow in the mountains, and a mountain village suddenly appears in the willow-green flower bay.
The day of playing flute and drums is approaching, and the villagers are still dressed simply. In the future, if you can go out in the moonlight, I will knock on your door at any time with my cane.
Eccentric "Jihai Miscellaneous Work" (Gong Zizhen)
Kyushu's anger depends on the wind and thunder, and a swift horse steals sorrow. I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.
Breaking the halberd and sinking the sand "Red Cliff" (Du Mu)
A broken iron halberd sank into the sand and disappeared, only to find that it was the remnant of Battle of Red Cliffs after grinding and washing. If the east wind is not convenient for Zhou Yu, I'm afraid that Cao Cao will win and Er Qiao will be locked up in Tongquetai.
Eternal land always "goes to restaurants" (Li He)
I am a poor and pitiful wanderer, just to drink all my sorrows and joys. I wish you good health, wine owner.
That year, my father went to the west and spent money in a foreign land. The broken willow at the door of my house disappeared.
Well, I heard that when Ma Zhou was a guest in Sanfeng, it was old and deserted.
A few short lines won the favor of the emperor.
I have lost my soul and can't call it back. A rooster, the world is bright.
Young people should have ambition, who will pity you alone and sigh?
Untitled (Li Shangyin)
The stars were bright last night, but there was a cool breeze at midnight. Our banquet is on the side of Hualou Temple and the east of the county. Without Cai Feng's wings, it is impossible to be Qi Fei in fly with me; The heart is like a soul, and the feelings are the same.
Guessing and intrigue, wine warms the heart; This group of people came to the bet of drinking friends, and a win-lose red in candlelight. Alas, it's time to call the roll in the morning when you hear the drums of the fifth watch; Riding to Lantai is like the wind in the wind.
The old horse threw himself at Cao Cao thousands of miles away.
Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has time; A poisonous snake flew in the fog and was finally covered with dust.
The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish grace can last forever.
Fortunately, I sing my ambition.