Life is precious.
Love is more expensive.
If you are free, you can throw both
-petofi
There are also ancient a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home
Author: Cen Can
the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.
is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy.
bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, it's hard to protect your iron clothes.
The vast sea has dried up the ice in thousands of feet, and the gloomy clouds are bleak and Wan Li is condensed.
but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps.
till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind.
we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road.
and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints
South of Zhancheng
Last year's war, Sangganyuan.
This year's war, the onion river.
Wash the soldiers to support the sea waves, release the grass in the snow in Tianshan Mountain.
The three armies of the Long March are all aging.
The fierce slaves used to kill for farming, and in ancient times they saw white bones and yellow sand fields.
Qin There is still a bonfire burning in the Khan family.
The bonfire can't be extinguished.
If you die in a field fight, the defeated horse will howl to the sky.
Birds and doves peck at people's intestines and hang dead branches on their heads.
Scholars paint the grass on the grass, but generals are empty.
You know that weapons are murder weapons, and
saints can't use them. Broken array >
Looking at the sword with a lamp while drunk
Dreaming back and blowing horns
8 miles under his command
Fifty strings overturned outside the Great Wall
Autumn soldiers on the battlefield
Lu Kuaifei made by a horse
Bowed like a thunderbolt
What happened in the king's world
Won the fame after his death
Poor white happened
.
the government has a deadline,
the desperate baby is a disaster.
now that you are in fuji,
what's the point?
abandon your parents' kindness,
swallow your voice and do wrong.
It's long since I left home,
I'm not bullied by the disciples.
is the kindness of flesh and blood broken?
men die all the time.
take off the horse's bridle,
pick the hair in your hand.
Get off Wan Ren Hill,
Bend over to try the flag.
whetting a knife whimpers water,
a red blade hurts your hand.
I want to break my heart lightly,
I have been in a confused mood for a long time.
when the husband swears to promise the country,
what is the anger and regret?
fame is like a unicorn,
battle bones will rot quickly.
seeing off disciples is both long and
guarding from afar is also a body.
life and death go forward,
no pains, no anger.
people you meet,
books and six relatives.
Alas, the two sides are determined, and
no longer share the same pains and pains!
I went all the way to Wan Li, and
I was led to the three armed forces.
The military has different joys and sorrows.
The general would rather hear about it?
See Hu Riding across the river,
Suddenly hundreds of groups.
being a slave,
when did you make meritorious deeds?
Bow should be used for strength,
Arrow should be used for length;
shoot the horse first,
catch the thief first.
Killing people is also limited.
A country has its own borders.
if you can control the invasion of the mausoleum,
how many people will be killed?
Drive away the rain and snow on the horse,
The army marched into the mountains.
to hold a cold stone in danger,
means to fall into the ice.
I've gone to Hanyue,
When will I build the city?
the clouds travel to the south at dusk, and
it is unattainable.
if you are alone in Koulei,
a hundred miles of wind and dust will make you dizzy.
the male sword moves four or five times, and
the other army runs for it.
it's Wang Gui, and
it's Yuanmen.
dive into the ranks,
what's the point of winning?
Having been in the army for more than ten years,
can you be without discretion?
it's more important for everyone, but
it's similar to shame.
There was a struggle in the Central Plains,
What happened to Di and Rong?
The husband has four directions,
An Ke resigns from poverty?
Nine verses are sent from the fortress wall of my brother Zhan (parallel preface)
My brother is a wonderful scholar, and he has the ambition to help the wind and cross the stone. With a title of generals in ancient times from Yuan Dushi died on the edge.
the side wind
the corner of the earth is cold at first, and the sky is singing and clouds are flying. The flag is on the verge of collapse. What will the lone soldier do?
Send geese to invade Hu Yue, and put on some iron clothes. Maybe blowing my concubine dream, one for Jin Wei?
Border Moon
There was a moon in the Qin Dynasty, and the border states were illuminated through the ages. It's a waste of time to stop the smoke, and it's a cold building.
closing the mountain and tears, missing the moon and homesickness. It's hard to send a plum blossom to Longtou.
edge dust
purple plug has three barriers, and yellow dust has eight sides. Hu Jia blew up again, and the moon photos were still empty.
miscellaneous piles still follow the horse, and depression follows the wind. General, don't wipe away, leave some red shirts.
Corner
The corner blows all night, and the iron lock is unlocked. The ancient city rang, and the horse ran back to the frost.
Jade plugs shed tears on Qiang people, while geese in Tianshan Mountain mourn. Who smells this song and doesn't go to Wangxiangtai?
Side flute
Playing flute on the high city, the city is bright in autumn and moon. Hu Er burst into tears, and Hansel Yi Long sang.
Salix leaves are broken in sorrow, and plum blossoms are surprised in dreams. Wandering for three or five lanes, heartbroken and recalling the southern expedition.
Border geese
Houyan sends a golden river, and they bring snow in succession. The array is closed for a small month, and there are many sound breaks and traffic jams.
hold high the sorrowful rice, fly low and fear the snare. Feathers must be cherished, and the book is a gift!
edge horse
in the morning in Ying Xing, there are tigers and leopards in gold. The arrogant spring grass is short, and the peach blossoms are new.
the cave is frozen with snow on the Great Wall, and the hoof wears desert dust. Cross the river after a hundred battles, and return the success to others.
edge willow
sigh, willow in sunshine, when will it be green? Spring is beyond measure, and the green temples have become silk.
worry about the years. I am reluctant to leave. There are strange trees in my hometown, and I remember them day and night.
the grass on the side
if the prince and grandson never come back, the horse will have enough wheels. Wan Li is full of people all year round, even in the sky.
after several snows in the golden sea, Yu Guanchun was not seen. A one-night cold pond dream, comes the quiet of communion.
jiangchengzi
plain sand and shallow grass meet the sky. The road is boundless, and it rises and falls. Last night, the waves washed the shore bones like frost. Heroes through the ages have done things, but they are sad and sad. Teenagers intend to subdue the Bank of China, become famous kings, and sweep the battlefield. When I hit the middle stream, I remember tears touching my clothes. If you want to go to public security, you will be disappointed and over-respected.
sapphire case
I was sad and went to Wucheng Road by mistake, with blood and tears, and there was no place to swing. Half-moon fuzzy frost a few trees, purple flute low and far, green and bright, faint sheep car degree. Whale bobi was immersed in the lock of the Hengjiang River, so the base was rustling and reedy, and the smoke and water did not know what was wrong. The boat was thousands of miles away and the sail was lowered. Don't blame the lotus step.
Jiang Chengzi
Drunk to long-sleeved dance cock crow. Short songs. Strong and frightened. Northwest China is still a new pavilion. Thirty-six peaks are full of swords, and the stars are quarrelsome and gloomy. In ancient times, the number of heroes was quiet. Stars on the temples. What a success. I'll be waiting for you someday, so who will make up the slips for? Tears on the fishing altar, the wind is vast and the rain is invisible.
Border geese
Houyan sends a golden river, and they bring snow in succession. The array is closed for a small month, and there are many sound breaks and traffic jams.
hold high the sorrowful rice, fly low and fear the snare. Feathers must be cherished, and the book is a gift!
a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home
Cen Can
the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.
is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.
it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy.
bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, it's hard to protect your iron clothes.
The vast sea has dried up the ice in thousands of feet, and the gloomy clouds are bleak and Wan Li is condensed.
but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps.
till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind.
we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road.
and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints.