Night Tour Palace Lu You
The snow is rising in the morning and the music is in chaos. Are you sleepwalking somewhere? I don’t know where? The iron cavalry has no reputation and is like water. I want to go to Guanhe River, west of Yanmen, and on the edge of Qinghai.
Sleeping in the cold light, the sound leaks out and the moon tilts against the window paper. Since Xu Fenghou has been in Wanli. Does anyone know? Although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead.
Broken Array
Written a poem for Chen Tong’s father Xin Qiji
I was drunk and looked at the sword by the light of the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company camp. Eight hundred miles away, the troops under his command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings turning outside the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield being ordered in autumn. The horse moves very fast, and the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain!
Congratulations to the bridegroom·Bie Maojia's twelfth brother Xin Qiji
The green trees listen to the pelicans, the partridges and the cuckoos sing. Crying to the end of spring has nowhere to go, and the bitter hatred of Fang Fei has stopped. It’s not even time to say farewell to the human world. Immediately Pipa Guansai black. There is a longer gate, a green chariot and a golden gate. Look at Yanyan and send her back to my concubine.
The general’s reputation is ruined after a hundred battles. Thousands of miles back to the river, old friends will never be seen again. The water is flowing, the wind is cold in the west, and the people's clothes are like snow. A strong man, but his tragic song is incomplete. The singing bird still knows how to hate, but it doesn’t cry clear tears and cries blood. Who wants to kill me? The moon is drunk.
"Quequatrains" Li Qingzhao
In life, he is a hero, and in death, he is also a ghost hero. I still miss Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong.
"Crossing the Lingding Ocean"
Wen Tianxiang
After a hard encounter, the stars fell all around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind flutters, and the life experience is ups and downs.
Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has ever died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history.
"Man Jiang Hong" Era: Song Dynasty
Author: Yue Fei
He was so angry that he was leaning against the railing, and the misty rain stopped.
Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings.
Thirty years of fame and dust,
Eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.
Don’t wait for your young man’s head to turn gray, feeling empty and sad.
Jingkang’s shame has not yet been revealed;
When will the hatred of the ministers be eliminated!
Driving a long car through the gap in Helan Mountain.
Aspirations eat Hun meat when hungry,
laugh and talk about drinking Hun blood when they are thirsty.
Waiting to clean up the old mountains and rivers from scratch, facing the sky.
"Niannujiao·Chibi Nostalgia"
Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
As the river goes eastward, the waves are washed away, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. To the west of the fortress, there is Humanity and Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms at Chibi. Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.
The country is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time. I think back to Gong Jin's time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome. Feather fan and silk scarf, in the midst of chatting and laughing, the rapist was wiped out in ashes. My motherland is wandering in my mind, I should laugh at my affection, and I will be born early
Life is like a dream, a bottle of wine can return the moon in the river.
"Yong Yu Le · Nostalgia for the Past in Guting, Bei Jingkou" by 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 humane slaves 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.
Looking back, there is a sacred crow drum under the Buddha Temple! Who can ask, Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?
"Nanxiangzi·Dengjingkou Beigu Pavilion is pregnant"·Xin Qiji
Wherever you look at China, you will see the beautiful Beigu Tower. How many things have happened through the ages, long and long. The Yangtze River is endless.
The young man Wan Dou sat down and broke off the war in the southeast. Who is the rival of the world's heroes? Cao Liu. Having a son should be like Sun Zhongmou.