The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.
Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.
I am always afraid that when the cold autumn comes, the trees in Ye Er will turn yellow and the grass will wither.
The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west?
A lazy youth, a lousy age.
Wen Jia's Song of Tomorrow
The day after tomorrow, how many tomorrows!
Tomorrow will never come.
If the world is tired tomorrow, it will go to Qiu Lai as a veteran in spring.
What can you do tomorrow in a hundred years' time, watching the dusk flowing east and the sunset setting?
Please listen to my song tomorrow.
Man Jianghong [Yue Fei]
Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will the courtiers regret it? Driving a long car, Helan Mountain is neglected. Hungry, hungry, eating pork, laughing, thirsty for Hun blood. Leave it at the beginning and clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque