-Song Luyou
I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country.
Lying in the dead of night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream.
Jia sheng
-Don Li Shangyin
The propaganda room invited the sages to meet the ministers, and Jia was even more incoherent.
Poor midnight is unprecedented, and Mo Wen people ask ghosts and gods.
Antique fifteenth
—— Tang Libai
Yan and Guo Kui. Huang Jintai was built. The play Fang Xin Zhao Zhi. Zou Yan came back together. How can I help you? Abandon me like dust. Zhuyu buys songs and laughs. Dregs and talents. I know Huang. Wandering thousands of miles alone.
It's hard to go.
—— Tang Libai
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and I am ashamed of 10 thousand yuan. I threw the food bar and cup aside. I couldn't eat or drink. I pulled out my dagger. I peeped in four directions in vain. I want to cross the Yellow River, but ice will block the ferry and Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow. I will sit on a fishing rod and lean lazily by the stream, but I suddenly dream of sailing a boat towards the sun. It's hard to walk, it's hard to walk, a lot of roads, and today's safety. One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.
On returning to Nanshan at the end of the year
-Don Meng Haoran
Don't write to the North Yard again, let me go back to the old hut in the old Nanshan. I have no reason to decide to give up my point of view. My old and many sick friends have stopped practicing. The frequency of white hair is that people are getting more and more every day, and spring is coming to force them to die. Full of sadness, tossing and turning, the pine forest is empty under the moon.
Damaged array
-Song Xin Qi Ji
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings of external sound. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield. Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. Despite the king's world affairs, he won a name before he died. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!
The crane flew into the sky.
-Song Liu Yong
On the gold list, I lost hope. How to be a temporary legacy of the Ming Dynasty? If we fail, will we fight wildly? There's no need to talk about mourning. A talented scholar and poet naturally wears white clothes. Yanhua alley is a stranger, as Danqing barrier. Fortunately, there are people in the right place, I can look for them. And snuggled up to the red jade, had an affair, and life was smooth sailing. Youth is a soldier. Endure superficial fame and sing shallowly.