Song of the wind
There is wind in the cloud flight.
Hai returned to his hometown.
Andrew, soldiers are always looking!
Qingming Festival
Every holiday season, I miss my parents, and the peaches and plums smile, and the Noda wilderness is only sad.
Thunder stung dragons and snakes, and the original vegetation in the suburbs was soft after the rain.
It's unfair for people to sacrifice my arrogant concubine and wife, but it's unfair to burn them.
A clever fool has known who it is for thousands of years, and his eyes are full of * * *.
Shangyuan Shi Yan
The moon is thin and the stars are scattered, and the fairy wind blows down the incense of the imperial furnace.
Courtiers stood in Tong Ming Hall, a red cloud holding the Jade Emperor.
Palace words (2)
The clothes on the temple will start tomorrow, and the flag in the inkstone will move the dragon and snake.
Rites and music are 3,000 words, and they don't pour Dan.
A song "Lu Jin Shan" is used to advise Lu Xuzhou.
I am like a chariot catcher, singing phoenix songs and laughing at Kong Qiu.
Holding a green jade stick in his hand, he bid farewell to the famous Yellow Crane Tower early in the morning.
All five holy mountains, no distance, according to a constant habit in my life.
The beautiful Lushan Mountain is straight up in the south, the clouds are scattered like beautiful clouds, and the lake and mountain shadows reflect each other.
In front of Jinque Rock, the twin peaks rose into the clouds, like a silver stream hanging down to three stone bridges.
Xianglufeng Waterfall is separated from it by a distance, and it is a heavy cliff towering into the sky.
The morning glow is red in Cui Yun, and the birds fly and grow.
Between the sky above and the sky below, the river is gone forever.
The sky is grey and windy, and the river flows like a snow-capped mountain.
I like singing for the majestic Lushan Mountain, which thrives because of its scenery.
When looking at the stone mirror to purify the soul, Xie Lingyun's footprints were covered with moss.
I will take the elixir of life to eliminate the world and practice the three Dan and three products.
Watching immortals in colorful clouds, holding hibiscus in hand.
Immortals have met in nine days, and I hope to see you invite me to visit Taiwan.
Hekehang
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.
Handan surprised to save Zhao Jin's hammer. Hai and Hou Yingcai are real warriors of the second century, and they are famous in the whole city.
As a knight, the death of chivalrous bone is also fragrant, and it is worthy of being a hero. Who can learn Confucian scholars, stay in books all his life, have white hair, and still write the Xuanjing? .
Song of the old general
When 15-20-year-old teenagers, they can capture the figure of Hu people riding horses on foot.
He shot a white-browed mountain tiger in Juvenile Village. How many heroes are not only Huang Xu's son Xia?
He has fought many battles and fought for three thousand miles. He once fought a million lions with one sword.
The Han army is as sharp as thunder, and the Lu country that tramples on each other is afraid of thistles.
Wei Qing's failure was due to the help of the gods, but Li Guang's failure was due to his fate.
Being abandoned doesn't have to be old, and the world has become the first in the past.
In those days, he was like an arrow shot at a lark by Hou Yi. Now he was born on his left elbow.
As a result, he was demoted to the roadside to sell melons and learned to make pottery to make the door green.
Ancient trees extend all the way to narrow lanes, and isolated mountains extend to cold windows.
Swear in Kashgar, pray for wells in Kashgar, and don't complain about alcohol.
Soldiers lined up like clouds on Helan Mountain, and books in the army were rumors day and night.
The special envoy of Red Festival went to Sanhe for conscription, and the commander-in-chief sent troops to General Five.
The veteran wiped out the armor of steel armor and used a sword with a flashing seven-star pattern.
May Yan's good bow shoot at the enemy and not let the enemy soldiers disturb the king.
Don't be afraid of color, think that the restoration of the governor Yun Guan was worth fighting for.
Hanbei
The emperor of Yuanhe times took Wu as his god, second only to Xuanhe.
He swore to reaffirm the glory of the empire, and tributes were brought to his palace from all directions.
Xihuai has been a country where robbers have been rampant for 50 years. Why seal wolves? ? Life.
They attacked mountains and rivers, rose from the plains and aimed at the sun with their spears and sharp spears.
The emperor had a virtuous minister named Du, who guarded ghosts and gods and guarded against assassination.
Hong untied the national seal, received the military order, and the wind blew the flag.
General Suo, Wu, Gu and Tong became his minions, and all the civil and military officials brought brushes.
His record consultant is wise and determined, 140 thousand soldiers, fighting like lions and tigers.
Captured the robber leader of the imperial temple, such a complete victory is a supreme event.
The emperor said, "You should worship Du Fu as the top grade and make a note of it." ..
After I bowed my head, I danced and said, it's my specialty to open the stone.
Because I know the best old master's brush work, my duty is not only official in this case.
If I modestly refused, I would be wrong. Hearing this, the emperor nodded again and again.
So Yu retired, and in a narrow studio, he dipped his big brush with ink, just like the rain.
Omitted Yaodian and Shundian, and revised Qing Palace and Sheng Min.
Soon the description was written on a piece of paper. In the morning, he put it on the purple stairs with a bow.
He wrote on the throne: "I, unworthy, dare to record this achievement as a monument." ..
The monument is 30 feet high and the word is as big as a ladle. It is placed on a sacred tortoise, and there are lagoons on both sides of the pillar.
These phrases are very strange. There are profound words that few people can understand. Jealousy and malice enter and reach the emperor.
Therefore, a 100-foot-long rope pulled the slate down, and coarse sand and big stones were ground.
But literature is as eternal as the spirit of the universe, and its breath becomes a part of everyone's vitality.
Tang Pan, the tripod of Confucianism, is an eternal thing, not because of its shape, but because of its inscription.
Alas, the divine king and divine aspect, their successful and prosperous rule.
But unless it is recorded in such words, how can they hope to compete with three or five good rulers? .
May ten thousand books be recited ten thousand times until saliva flows from my lips and calluses harden my fingers.
They can also be handed down through 72 generations as the cornerstone of the room of great deeds on the holy mountain.
Stopped in front of a temple in Hengshan Mountain, I carved this poem on the tower.
The five mountains are three fairs, four mountains are a ring, and Songshan is in the middle.
Hengshan Mountain is located in a remote place, and there are many monsters. God authorized Nanyue God to be the supreme power.
Halfway up the mountain, it is foggy, although there are spires to climb to the top.
I came here in the autumn rain. The weather was dark and there was no wind.
Silent prayer in the heart seems to be fulfilled. Isn't an upright person well informed?
After a while, the clouds swept out the prominent peaks and looked up at the top of the peaks.
The Zigai Peak Ridge is connected with Tianzhu Peak, and the ups and downs are rugged and connected with Zhu Rong.
Steep Zhan Sen dismounted and bowed, and went straight to the palace of the gods along the pine and cypress path.
The pink walls against the red pillars are dazzling, and the pilasters on the ghost paintings are green or red.
Step on the steps, bend down and offer meat and wine to show your humility to the money.
The old man in charge of the temple can understand this sacredness. He stared at the temple repeatedly and bowed to me again and again.
The corner of the hand cup taught me how to throw, saying that this kind of bo is the most difficult guitar.
I was exiled to the wild. Fortunately, I didn't die. I was willing to die here until the end.
Once the king's desire is cut off, God will not succeed even if he bless me.
This night, the temple stays on the Highgarden, and the crescent moon will be covered by the fog on the mountain.
The monkey crows the bell and strikes the morning, and the sky is cold in the east.
A poem on the stone drum
I often take this picture off the stone drum and advise me to try to make a stone drum song.
Du Fu is gone. Li Bai is dead. What can my poor talent do for Shigu? .
When the power of the Zhou Dynasty was weak and people's grievances in China were boiling, Emperor Xuandi was furious and waved his sacred spear.
And open his big audience, accept all the tributes, and kings and lords come before him with sonorous weapons.
Yu Qi Yang Cheng Xiong Jun, birds and animals fall three thousand li.
This discovery was recorded and told the new generation that these drums were cut from protruding cliffs and made of stone.
Poets and craftsmen, all the first steps, creation and chisel-set in the mountains.
It's raining, moxibustion, wildfire burning, ghosts guarding you. oh
Where will he find the trace on this paper? Loyal to the original, without changing a hair.
The meaning is deep, the phrase is obscure and difficult to read, and the style of the characters is neither square nor tadpole-shaped.
Time has not conquered the beauty of these letters, and the sword is sharp.
Like a phoenix dance, like an angel hovering down, like a jade coral tree with staggered branches.
Such as a golden chain of iron, tied tightly, such as a fragrant tripod thrown into the sea, such as a dragon ascending to heaven.
Historians forgot to collect these ancient poems in order to make the music songs of the two books more colorful and compelling.
Confucius traveled in the west, but not to Qin. He chose our planet and stars, but missed the sun and the moon.
Alas, it's too late to live in the past. I can't help crying when I think of these beautiful things.
I remember that when I was awarded the highest degree, it was the first year of Yuanhe.
A friend of mine, who was in the western camp at that time, offered to help me remove these ancient relics.
I took a shower, changed my clothes, and then made a request to the headmaster, stressing to him the rarity of these most precious things.
They can be wrapped in blankets and packed in boxes. Ten barrels can only hold a few camels.
Like a high incense burner, add luster to the palace, otherwise their brilliance and value will increase by a hundredfold.
If the monarch shows them to universities, students can study them and decipher them without doubt.
Many people, attracted to the cultural capital, will soon gather from all corners of the empire.
We can wash the moss, pick out the dirt, restore the original surface and put them in a suitable and safe place forever.
Covered by a huge building with a wide eaves, where they won't suffer as before.
But government officials are used to it, thank you very much.
So the shepherd boy beat the drums to make a fire, and the cows polished their horns on it, and no one dealt with them devoutly.
Still aging and rotting, they may be erased soon. For six years, I have been sighing for them and singing to the west.
The familiar handwriting of Wang Xizhi, although beautiful, can have several pages, only for a few white geese.
But now, eight generations after the week, all the wars are over, why doesn't anyone care about these drums?
The empire is peaceful, the government is free, poets are respected again, Confucianism and men.
Anneng is still on the list, and it really needs an eloquent flow, just like a cataract.
But, alas, my voice, in my song of stone drums, turned into a pleading voice choked by my own tears.