Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
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.
He is as beautiful as a group of emperors.
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, like the rotation of a palm, wind and dust filled the world and covered the imperial house.
The children in the pear garden are scattered like smoke, and the female music reflects the cold weather.
The south wood of the golden millet pile has been arched, and I seem to hear the hay rattling on the cliff of Qutang.
At the climax of joy, sadness comes with the rising of the eastern moon, China.
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.
knight-errant
Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao
Sharpen a sword in ten years,
Frostblade hasn't tried it yet.
Today, I will show you,
Who is wronged?
Spring Fangzheng sword song
Year: Tang Author: Li He
Grandfather has three feet of water in his box and went to Wutan to kill the dragon.
The moon is slanting and cold, and the training belt is not flat.
The skin of dumplings is prickly and the tail of silver carp is quenched.
It hits my heart, Jing Ke. Don't teach me to read the word Chunfang.
The silk ball hangs gold, and the divine light is about to break lantian jade.
He sounded the alarm of Xibaidi and cried in the autumn suburb of Guimu.
Li Dewey's ancient architecture
Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi School: Ancient Capital of Five Dynasties
Gu Jian is cold and gloomy, and it has been forged for thousands of years.
White light shines on the sun and the moon, and purple gas exhausts bullfighting.
If a guest borrows a glance, he is afraid to make love.
In Zhan Ran's jade box, autumn water remains the same.
The most precious thing has its nature, but it is beautiful and just.
You can bend inch by inch, but you can't bend your fingers.
May the heart of a scholar be straight and the head of a courtier be broken.
Unwilling to repay small favors, stabbing personal enemies in the middle of the night.
Advise the monarch to use it with caution. There is nothing shameful about being a magic weapon.