In those days, Wanli sought a seal, and one horse guarded Liangzhou. Where is the dream of closing the river, the dust darkens the old mink and fur.
The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry. Who could have predicted in this life that the original intention was to leave the enemy in Tianshan Mountain, but now he is destined to die of old age in Cangzhou!
Yuan Zhen, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote "Leaving Thoughts" for his dead wife.
Once I tasted the vast sea, I felt that the water in other places was pale; Once you have experienced the clouds in Wushan, you feel that the clouds elsewhere are eclipsed.
Walking through the flowers, I'm too lazy to look twice. Part of it is my Taoist culture, and part of it is you.
This is a poem by the poet in memory of his dead wife Wei Cong.
Mao Zedong's Seven Laws: The People's Liberation Army Occupy Nanking
Zhongshan is windy and rainy, and millions of heroes cross the river.
Tiger's dragon card is better than in the past, upside down and generous.
It is advisable to chase after the poor bandits with the remaining courage, not to learn from the overlord.
If the sky is sentimental, it will grow old, and the right way in the world is vicissitudes.
See the boundless ocean
Cao Cao in Wei and Jin Dynasties
On the east coast, climb Jieshi Mountain to see the vast sea.
The sea is so vast that the islands stand high on the sea.
Trees and paraquat are very lush. Autumn wind makes trees make sad sounds, and the sea is surging.
The movement of the sun and the moon seems to come from the vast ocean.
A trip to the sun and the moon, if unexpected;
Han is a talented star, if you take him by surprise.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
Li Shangyin's Jinse
I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
It's worth remembering that it had come and gone before I knew it.
Li Bai's It's Hard to Walk
The cost of pure wine is a gold cup, 10 thousand copper coins and a hip flask, and the jade plate is worth 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 go, it's hard to go! Don't go astray! Where to go today.
One day, I will ride the wind and waves, raise the Yun Fan and cross the sea.