Year: Yuan Author: Sadulla
On Shicheng, looking up at the sky and overlooking Wu Chu, there is nothing in my eyes.
The prosperity of the Six Dynasties has gone now, and only the rivers and mountains remain.
Flags cover the sun, bones are like snow.
How many heroes have been swept by the long river of time, only the vast Yangtze River is still rushing and rolling eastward.
Lonely summer away from the palace,
Dongfeng Tunlu, the grass is older.
Whenever the sun sets, the pine forest is cold and desolate, and there is no hidden fire.
Before singing and dancing, in the bustling mirror, the darkness turns green.
Now the bright moon is still in Huaishang, and the prosperity of the Six Dynasties has long gone, leaving only infinite sadness.
Yuhua palace
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
The stream is long and the wind is loose, and the squirrel runs to the ancient tile. I don't know what Wang Dian is, but it is under the cliff.
The dark room is filled with ghost fire, and the rotten road is full of sorrow. All the sounds are really loud, and autumn is rustling.
Beauty is loess, and beauty is false. At that time, he served today, so he was a stone horse.
Worry comes to sit on the grass, and tears are full of music. Who is the elder in the trip to Ran Ran?
ancient tomb
Year: Tang Author: Cao Song
It is hard to find generations, and there are many ancient cities.
Man's fields cannot be invaded, and the road is flat.
As a hole, snakes sting and deer circle.
Only when the storm comes does the jack-o'-lantern come out of the forest.