Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.
Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
Xia Yi Shi
It doesn't matter if you behead, as long as the doctrine is true.
Kill Xia and others.
Random thoughts on Lu You's Autumn Night Dawn Coming out of the Hedge Gate to Meet the Cold
3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.
Gong Zizhen's Qian Hai Shi Hua
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness.
I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.
Xu Fu in Youchun Lake
A pair of swallows, when did you fly back? Peach branches on both sides of the river are soaked in water, and red peach blossoms are in bloom.
When the spring rain breaks, people can't cross the bridge, but the boat supports Liu Yin.
"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" Fan Chengda
During the day, weeding in the fields and rubbing hemp thread at home at night, the men and women in the village took on all the housework.
Although the children don't plow and weave, they also learn a kind of melon in the shade of mulberry trees.
"Four Seasons Pastoral Miscellaneous Fun" Fan Chengda
Plum golden apricot fat, wheat white, cauliflower thin.
No one has ever crossed the fence, only dragonflies and butterflies are flying.
Yang Wanli, Su Xinshi Xugong Store
The hedge is thin and deep, and the flowers at the head of the tree are not shaded.
The child ran quickly to catch the yellow butterfly, but the butterfly suddenly flew into the vegetable garden and could not be found again.
Xin Qiji in Qingping Music
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass. Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it? The big boy hoes beans and flows east, while the middle boy weaves chicken cages; I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Country Night Lei Zhen
In a pond full of grass, the water is full of water, and the mountains cover the waves.
Cowherd's child sat on the cow's back and casually played the tune with piccolo.
Bai Juyi, by the pool
A child propped up the boat and secretly picked the white lotus back.
He didn't know how to hide the trail. The duckweed on the water left a boat on the trail.
Wang Anshi and Deng Fei Laifeng
There is a towering tower at the top of Feilai Peak. It is said that crows come and the morning sun rises.
As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain.
Wang Wei is in Chai Lu.
No one can be seen in the silent valley, only the voice is heard.
The shadow of the sunset shone into the depths of the forest, and the scenery on the moss was pleasant.
Meng Haoran at night on Jiande River
Stop the boat in a foggy small state, when new worries come to the guest's heart.
The vastness of the wilderness is deeper than trees, and the moon is very close to the moon.
Mei Rola Chen
When winter came, all the flowers disappeared.
If the red berries don't give in, the trees can't fill their valleys.
Lulun, the song of plug.
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.
I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
Lulun, the song of plug.
The Woods are dark, the wind is blowing, and the general's night shadow bow.
Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.
Chengwei district Wang Wei
The rain in the early morning moistened the dust of the land, the inn of the inn, the branches and leaves of the inn, and a new leaf
Sincerely advise friends to drink a glass of wine, and it is difficult to meet their loved ones when they go out to Yang Guan in the west.
Li Bai, send a friend.
Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.
Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.
Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.
With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.