"Sending Du Shaofu to Shuzhou"
Wang Bo
The city gate assists the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke look forward to the Wujin.
I mean to say goodbye to you, and we are both eunuchs.
There are close friends in the sea, and we are like neighbors in the world.
Inaction is on the wrong road, and the children are stained with towels.
"Farewell to Xin Jian at the Furong Tower"
Wang Changling
The cold rain comes to Wu at night, and Chu Shangu is sent off in the morning.
Relatives and friends in Luoyang are like asking each other, A heart of ice in a jade pot.
"A Gift to Wang Lun"
Li Bai
Li Bai was about to leave in a boat when he suddenly heard singing on the shore.
The water in Peach Blossom Pond is a thousand feet deep, not as deep as Wang Lun's sending me love.
"Yellow Crane Tower Sends Meng Haoran to Guangling"
Li Bai
An old friend bid farewell to Huang in the West Crane Tower, fireworks under Yangzhou in March.
The shadow of the solitary sail is gone in the blue sky, and only the Yangtze River can be seen flowing in the sky.
Cen Shen
The north wind blows the white grass on the ground In the eighth month of the year, it is snowing.
Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear blossoms bloom.
It scatters into the bead curtains and wets the curtains, and the fox fur is not warm. The quilt is thin.
The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the protective armor is still cold.
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds are thousands of miles away.
The Chinese Army After returning home with wine and drinks, the harp, lute, and Qiang flute are played.
The snow falls on the camp gate one after another at dusk, and the red flag does not flip in the wind.
I see you off at the east gate of Luntai, and the road to Tianshan Mountain is covered with snow when you leave. .
You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a horse trail in the sky above the snow.
"Yulin Bell" [1]
Liu Yong
< p>The cicadas are mournful, it is late in the pavilion, and the showers have begun to subside.Drinking in the tents of the capital has no thoughts, and I am nostalgic, and the orchid boat is urging me to start.
Looking at each other with tears in my hands, I am speechless. Condensed and choked.
Thousands of miles away, the mist spreads across the vastness of the sky.
Sentiment has hurt parting since ancient times, and it is even more unworthy of leaving the Qingqiu Festival in the cold.
Tonight Where can I wake up from the wine, on the bank of willows, with the waning moon in the evening breeze.
After so many years, it should be a place for good times and good scenery.
Even if there are thousands of customs, who can tell me about them.
"Treading on the Shasha"
Ouyang Xiu
The plum blossoms in the waiting hall are withered, the willows on the stream bridges are thin, the grass is fragrant and the wind is warm and the bridle is shaking.
< p>The sorrow of separation gradually becomes infinite, and the distance is endless like spring water.The soft intestines are full of pink tears. Don’t lean on the dangerous railings near the tall buildings.
At the end of the flat grass, there are spring mountains, pedestrians Even outside Chunshan.
Sending Zhang Demao to the Imperial Guards
I haven’t seen the Southern Division for a long time, and I’m talking about the Northern Army being empty.
You can give me your hand on the spot after all. Wan Fuxiong.
The Han ambassador laughs at himself, like a vast river, still only flowing eastward.
We will return to the Qionglu and worship, and we will go to Pengjie Street.
< p>The capital of Yao, the soil of Shun, and the seal of Yu,There should be a half-shameful minister Rong in it.
Thousands of miles of fishy smell are like this, and the heroes of the ages are safe in the pound. When will the wind pass?
Why should Hu Yun ask? The sun will come from it.
Send Hu Bangheng to Xinzhou to wait for the system
I dreamed about the road to Shenzhou, and I was disappointed - the autumn wind continued. Camp painting corner, the Forbidden City leaves the millet.
The bottom story is that Kunlun is the mainstay, and the yellow currents from the nine places are gathering in chaos - thousands of foxes and rabbits falling into thousands of villages.
The will of God is always high and difficult to ask, the situation is human relations Yi Lao is sad and hard to tell.
Move to Nanpu to see you off.
The willows on the banks of the Liang River are urging the dying heat. The river is leaning over the river, the stars are sparse and the moon is pale, and the broken clouds are slightly dim.
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Thousands of miles away, I don’t know where to look back and talk to each other in bed at night.
If the wild goose does not come, who will write the book and see the blue sky to cherish the present and the past.
Ken - Er Cao’s grudges Xiang Erru. Hold up the big white and listen to the golden thread.
Xin Qiji Mulan Huaman
At the banquet, I presented Zhang Zhonggu, the commander-in-chief of Xingyuan Dynasty
Hanzhong opened the Han industry, and asked about this place , Ye Ye Fei
I want to point my sword at the Three Qin Dynasties, and the king will be proud of it and return to the east after a battle.
The pursuit of death is not seen today, but the mountains and rivers are full of tears and their clothes are stained.
The sun is setting and the dust is gone, and the west wind is blowing.
The first book is the emperor's division, a small trial to conquer the west.
Update - leaving the feast in a hurry The road ahead is full of worries.
You think of me, and when you look back, you see the geese first flying in the autumn shadow of the river.
The four corners of the wheel are too tight to reduce the waistline.
< p>Eight poems from Zuo Si's "Ode to History"Ode to History
The pine trees at the bottom of the stream are gloomy, and the seedlings on the Lili Mountain are scattered.
The stems are only an inch across and shade this place. Hundreds of feet.
The world's elite has crept into a high position, and his handsomeness has fallen below his subordinates.
The terrain makes this happen, and the origin is not one dynasty.
Jin Zhang's old career, Seven-leaf Er Han Diao.
Isn’t Feng Gong great? He has a white head and no move.