"Xing is like a raging river, and when the Yangtze River travels thousands of miles to the sea." The source of the poem: "Sing a song to answer my younger brother Mo Qing"; This is the work of Li Qi, a poet in the Tang Dynasty.
When I was young, I was ashamed to learn martial arts, and I couldn't get fame and fortune in the world. Although it is out of date,
I just want to be born and know the Lord. A hundred good poems are not as good as banquets, and those who grow horses count.
Singing and clapping are bitter. So I wasted a long time,
Raise chickens and release dogs in the east corner. Feng Zi, an empty man in the Han Dynasty who was willing to work for the Huo family.
Tuer was born and raised in those days, and he scribbled lyrics. Old friends fight for wine, anling bridge,
Yellow bird spring breeze. My brother is unruly, and people who have broken five words push him.
Prosperity falls like a blue wave, and when a long river and a thousand miles return to the sea. Why don't you leave this short scene?
Acacia trees can be intercropped Looking up at Luyang Mountain, one after another, leaves of wood fall.