Please write the poems "Early Spring", "History of Horse", "Sleeping in Jiande" and "Going to the Front".

Early Spring in the Capital: Arriving at Zhangji

Tang hanyu

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

Early Spring in the Capital: Arriving at Zhangji

Tang hanyu

There is a lot of silk in the sky above the avenue, which is as delicate and moist as butter. The grass is vaguely connected in the distance, but it looks sparse in the near future.

This is the most beautiful season of the year, far better than the late spring of the green willow.

Forward plug

Du Fu

The bow should be the hardest, and the archer should shoot the longest.

Shooters should shoot horses, and leaders should catch their leaders.

There is a limit to killing people, and all countries have national boundaries.

If you can invade the mausoleum, how can you kill more?

Forward plug

Go to my hometown, go to Jiaohe.

The government has a deadline, and the desperate baby is in trouble.

Your soil is already very rich, and there is still much to be explored.

Abandon the kindness of parents, submit to humiliation and do your duty.

I have been away from home for a long time, and I am not bullied by my disciples.

Whether it is broken or not, people are dying all the time.

Take off the reins and the hair in your hand.

Down from Wan Ren Mountain, I bent down to try on the flag.

Sharpen the knife and whimper the water, and the red blade of the water hurts the hand.

I want to be heartbroken, and I have been in a mess for a long time.

There is nothing to be angry about when my husband promises to the country.

Fame and fortune, fighting bones will soon rot.

Sending an apprentice is long and far.

Life and death move forward, effortless and not angry.

When you meet an acquaintance, you will attach a book to your six relatives.

Alas, the two will never be the same again.

Take me all the way to the three armies.

In the army, the Lord would rather hear all the joys and sorrows.

I saw Hu riding across the river, and suddenly more than 100 people were in groups of three or five.

I started as a slave. When did I make meritorious service?

The bow should be the hardest, and the archer should shoot the longest.

Shooters should shoot horses, and leaders should catch their leaders.

There is a limit to killing people, and all countries have national boundaries.

As long as we can stop the enemy's invasion, is it possible to fight and kill more people?

Driving horses in rain and snow, the army entered the mountains.

The path is dangerously holding cold stones, which means falling into the ice.

I went to John. When will a city be built?

At dusk, the clouds swim south, unattainable.

If you are alone with me, you will get dizzy.

Men's swords are four or five strokes, and the other army is coming to me.

The name of Lu belongs to the king, and the Yuanmen is awarded by the neck.

What's the point of winning by diving into the ranks?

I have been in the army for more than ten years, and I can work without grievances.

Everyone is expensive and wants to be ashamed of being the same.

The battle for the Central Plains lies in virtue and honor.

A husband has four ambitions, but he can resign from poverty.

Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (1)

Qing palace zizhen

Kyushu is furious.

It's a pity that a thousand horses can't walk. ②

I suggest that god stand up again.

Don't stick to a pattern and belittle talents.

Ji hai's miscellaneous poems

Qing palace zizhen

The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.

Spend the night on Jiande River.

meng haoran

When my boat was moored in the fog,

At dusk, guests are worried about new ones.

How wide the world is, how close the trees are to heaven,

Jiang Qingyue is close to people.