Poetry indicating that the poet was buried by the feudal rulers

Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·Two Hundred and Twenty_Ancient Poetry and Prose Network

Author: Gong Zizhen

The vitality of Kyushu relies on wind and thunder, and it is sad that thousands of horses are silent.

I urge God to cheer up and send talents of any kind

Shu Anger

Era: Song Author: Lu You Genre: Qilu

When I was young, I knew that things were difficult, and the Central Plains looked to the north like a mountain.

The building boat is crossing Guazhou in the snowy night, and the iron horse disperses in the strong autumn wind.

I walled the Great Wall and promised myself that it would be empty, but the fading hair on my temples was already stained in the mirror.

If you are a master, you can show your true name in the world. Who can be compared to others in a thousand years?

Deng Youzhou Taige

Era: Tang Author: Chen Ziang Genre: Seven Ancients Category: Nostalgia

The ancients have never been seen before, and the newcomers have never been seen since.

Thinking of the beauty of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness.

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Li Shangyin Genre: Qijue

The Xuan Dynasty seeks talents and visits ministers, but Jia Sheng's talents are even more unmatched.

It’s a pity that I sit down at the front table in the middle of the night and don’t ask about the common people or the ghosts and gods.

Yong Yule·Jingkou Beigu Pavilion Nostalgia

Dynasty: Song Dynasty Author: Xin Qiji

Throughout the ages, there are no heroes to be found, and Sun Zhong seeks a place. On the dance pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived. I remember those days when we were fierce and powerful, and we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.

Yuanjia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won the hasty visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum.

Who can ask, Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?