"Someone wrote a poem on the east couplet of Fushui Station (the handwriting is soft and charming, from Xianzhi)"
Wu Rong of the Tang Dynasty
Embroidered tassels with rosy wings and two mandarin ducks, gold Island Yinchuan is my hometown. If we only fly together, we will both die.
How can we be sad to lose and forget each other? The fireworks are red and greasy at night, and the green grass is fragrant during the spring outing in Lanzhu.
What happened? The clouds and rain parted suddenly, and Qinshan, Chu and the water were acting strangely.
"Xiazhou Cui Changshi Chang Yalie has been leading the ten rhymes of his command since he was young"
Tang Du Mu
The emperor ordered poetry and calligraphy generals to attend the ceremony. Leqing.
Three sides need to take pillows, and the Great Wall will be built thousands of miles away.
He is very complimentary to his guests, but he has already filled the door with awe.
With five noble ribbons around the waist, one family in the world will be prosperous.
There are new swallows in the wild water, and summer orioles in the suburbs.
Don't let the wind hiss the jade, look at the golden stems in the dying sun.
The solitary smoke in Yusai is beautiful, and the green grass in Yinchuan is bright.
The soldiers with spears and spears are fighting against the tigers, and the bows and arrows are falling with the soldiers.
Wei Jiang's words are admirable, and Chen Tang's affairs come true by chance.
If you need to hang bamboo and silk, tranquility is the name of merit.
"The Envoy to the Fortress"
Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty
The bicycle wanted to ask about the side, but the country he belonged to was passing by.
Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian.
The solitary smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.
Whenever Xiao Guan is waiting to ride, he will always protect Yan Ran. < /p>
There are sounds from all directions.
Thousands of miles away,
The long smoke sets and the sun sets, solitary city closed.
A glass of turbid wine can make your home thousands of miles away.
The swallows have no plan to return before they are reined in.
The Qiang pipes are covered with frost all over the ground.
"The River is Red"
Yue Fei of the Song Dynasty
He was so angry that the rain stopped by the railing.
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.
The shame of Jingkang has not yet been revealed; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed!
Driving a long car through the gap in Helan Mountain.
The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty.
Waiting to clean up the old mountains and rivers from scratch, facing the sky.