Since Wang Jun brought his towering ship down from Yizhou, the ghost of the royal family has languished in Nanjing.
The long Zhang Qian chain sank to the bottom of the river, and a flag was lowered on the stone wall.
How many sad past in life, the mountains still remain cold.
Since then, the world has belonged to one another, and rushes are whistling in the old base.
On an autumn night in the mountains, Wang Wei
The empty mountains are bathed in a new rain, and feel the early autumn at night. The bright moon shed clear light from the cracks and cleared the fountain on the rocks.
The bamboo forest is sonorous, the washerwoman returns, and the lotus leaves are swaying to get on the canoe. Spring spring might as well give it a rest, and the autumn sun can stay on the hills for a long time.
Wang Wei is crossing Ji Xiang Temple.
I don't know where Ji Xiang Temple is, so I climbed several miles into the clouds and peaks. Ancient trees are towering, but there are no pedestrian paths, and there are bells in the mountains in the temple.
Spring listens to swallow dangerous stones, and the sun is tempered by pines. In the evening, come to the empty pool and meditate quietly to suppress the dragon.
On Dumu Mountain
In the distance, there are cold mountains, oblique stone paths and people in the depths of white clouds.
Stop and sit in the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.
Du Fu in Eight Arrays
During the Three Kingdoms period, you made unparalleled achievements, and you gained a permanent reputation by invading. The river did not move, indicating that he had never conquered Wu.