Don
Before returning to Yuefeng, the sand is like snow, and the city will be like frost next month.
I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
Shang shan Zao hang
Tang Wen Ting Yun
I began to recruit priests in the morning and felt sorry for my hometown.
When a chicken crows at the Maodian Moon, people walk on the Banqiao Frost.
Mistletoe leaves fall on the mountain road, and orange flowers are on the wall of the post.
Because they remembered Ling Du's dream, the geese returned home full of food.
Thoughts in the dead of night
Tang Libai
The foot of my bed is shining so brightly. Is there frost already?
I looked up at the moon and looked down, feeling nostalgic.
Night at the watchtower
Du fu in Tang dynasty
Although the daylight in winter is shorter on the elemental scale, it is cold and snowy at the end of the world.
Stark sounded the fifth watch, drums and horns rang, and stars and Tianhe danced on three mountains.
Wild cries and smells of war, I saw savage fishermen and woodcutters at dawn.
Wolong and Pegasus are not generals now. They are dust and the personnel are lonely.
Yugan rest house
Don Liu Changqing
Shake down the dusk, the green maple leaves are thin.
A lonely city closes its water, and birds fly alone.
At the beginning of the ferry, the neighbors went fishing and didn't return.
Hometown heartbroken, where to pound cold clothes.
Gui chaohuan
Song Liu Yong
Don't go to the shore by boat. There is a rustling wind in the reeds.
Sha Ting Su Yan is flying in the smoke, and streams and bridges are covered with the moon and frost.
Gradually separate colors. Luyao, Chuanyuan, many battles.
People who come and go only paddle, and they are all famous guests.
A look at the countryside closes the barrier between smoke and water. Turn to your heart and have wings.
Sad clouds hate rain, and the residual wax in the new year urges each other.
20-year-old flowers can breathe instantly. What are the benefits of wind and waves?
Go home, deep in the jade building, there is a person who still remembers each other.
Listen to the monk king of Shu playing the piano
Tang Libai
The sea embraces the land-melodious songs come from the distant Emei Mountain.
When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will.
The sound of the bell rang, and it turned into a frosty bell. My heart was quiet, as if it had been washed with water.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky.
Night berth near Fengqiao
Tang zhangji
On a frosty night, Jiang Feng's fisherman is worried about sleeping.
In the lonely Hanshan Temple outside Suzhou, the bell that rang in the middle of the night reached the passenger ship.
Travel to the north
Tangliuzao
There are dozens of frost in the guest house, and I miss Xianyang day and night.
Crossing the mulberry dry water for no reason, it looks like Bing's hometown.
Qingjiangyin
Ocean Ying Chao
It is best to have maple leaves in autumn.
Stained with gorilla blood.
The wind makes Chu Qiu Tian,
Frost soaked Wu Jiangyue.
Go to Red tomorrow!
Mao Yi, the son of Jiangcheng, remembers dreams on the 20th day of the first month.
Song sushi
Ten years of life and death are two boundless, disapproving and unforgettable. A lonely grave thousands of miles away, desolate and nowhere to talk about. Even if we don't know each other, our faces are dusty and our temples are frosty.
At night, I suddenly dreamed of going home, and the window of Xiao Xuan was being decorated. Care for each other without words, only tears thousands of lines are expected to break the heart, and the moon and night are short and loose.
Batavia on Yanmenguan Line
Don
Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold.
In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.
The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy.
I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death.
Yongyule
Song Qingzhao
The setting sun melts gold, and the clouds merge. Where are people?
Dye willow smoke and play plum blossom flute. What do you know about spring?
Is there no wind and rain when the weather is harmonious during the Lantern Festival?
Come and greet BMW and thank his drinking buddies and poems.
Zhongzhou is in full bloom, and the defects in the boudoir door do not hide Yu. Remember to emphasize three to five in particular.
Pave a green crown, twist golden snow willow, cluster and fight for Chu,
Now haggard, clouds and snow, afraid to go out at night.
It's better to listen to people laughing under the curtain.
Stay at the rockfall pavilion and pay tribute to Cui Yonghe and Cui Zhou.
Don
Bamboo dock is clean and clear, and acacia is separated from the city.
Autumn cloudy frost flies late, leaving the lotus to listen to the rain.
Hekehang
Tang Libai
The swordsmen of Zhao are dotted with tassels at will, and their swords are as bright as Shuang Shuang. The silver saddle and the white horse set each other off and galloped.
Within ten steps, kill one person, cross a thousand miles, leave no one behind. After you finish, brush off your clothes, don't show any sound, and hide in the depths.
Sometimes when I'm free, I walk through the county town, have a drink, and cross my sword over my knees. Eat meat with the sea and drink with Hou Ying in a big bowl.
Three cups of spit, five mountains are light. After drinking, my eyes were dizzy and energetic, and the rainbow was swallowed up by the air.
When Zhao was captured, the soldiers and civilians in the city were frightened. Qian Qiu two strong men, now river daliang city.
As a knight, the death of chivalrous bone is also fragrant, and it is worthy of being a hero. Who can close the book, Bai Shoutai Xuan Jing.
knight-errant
Tangjiadao
After ten years' hard work, I have grinded out a sword. The edge of the sword flashes in cold light, but I haven't tried its sharpness.
I'll show you today who has a grievance.
Changsha Tune: Spring in Happy Garden
Mao Zedong
Independent cold autumn, Xiang (xiāng) Jiangbei, Orange Island.
You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of ge (gě) compete for flow.
The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.
Chang Leo kuo asked the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?
I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years.
Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; The scholar was so angry that he lashed out at Fang Qiu.
Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year.
Remember when the waves stopped the speedboat when hitting the water in the middle stream?