White horse——Jia Zhi
White horse with purple money and neighing in front of Danque.
When Wen Ke is embarrassed, don’t use the golden whip.
Purple Lion Horse——Li Bai
Purple Lion Horse walks and neighs, with double jasper hooves.
Reluctance to cross the current is like cherishing the brocade and mud.
The snow-white mountains are far away, and the sea of ??yellow clouds is garrisoned.
I will go thousands of miles away with my whip, but I will be able to read about my spring boudoir.
Yang Ma - Yang Shidao
The power of the BMW came out of Weiyang, and its carved saddle shines in purple gold.
The spring grass is growing in the garden, and the autumn wind is about to stir the poplar trees.
Ming Ke repeatedly went to the side of Zhangtai, carefully treading the meridians toward Zhuolong.
The Han generals have been leaving for many years, and now Wancheng has dedicated its name to the king.
Ma's poem - Li He
The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook.
How can I be a golden person and walk quickly through the autumn.
Selling Llamas - Bai Juyi
After five years of riding drunk under the flowers, he turned around and hissed before selling.
Xiang Ji and Gu Zhui still sighed, "How could it be ruthless for Lotte to bid farewell to Luo?"
Horse——Chen Ning
Unknown keel horse, fortunately got China.
It is worth a thousand gold, and I would rather forget the reward of Bo Le.
Although I know the different styles, no one dares to compare with Hualiu.
If you encounter the wind chasing you, Dangxuan will raise your head.
The white horse - Du Fu
The white horse comes from the northeast, with two arrows in its empty saddle.
Poor horseman, who can see his spirit now?
The master will kill in the near future, and fight in the middle of the night.
Many families died in mourning, crying like raindrops.
Yong Ma - Han Cong
Once upon a time, Bo Le knew how to sing, but he did not dare to walk like a dragon.
If Jin Qi has not ascended to his neigh, why should I be surprised if the salt truck is still driving thin?
It's rare that Wang Ji is a good friend of music, so he wants to buy Jun's name from Yan Zhao.
In the morning and evening, the flying yellow leads to the same soap, and the blue clouds make the sound of luan in the sky.
Cong Ma——Mr. Huo
The green horse is eight feet tall, and the knight relies on the hero.
When you step on the snow, you will sweat, and the mud will protect your brocade robe.
Looking at the sudden shadow on the roadside, the spiral hair is curled at the bottom of the saddle.
Not only is money expensive, but repaying kindness is more important.
White Horse - Weng Shou
Wowa dragon is of the same species as snow and frost, and its hairy bones are naturally courageous.
Jin Qi first adjusts the light, and Yu Guan first leaves the distant hissing wind.
The flowers are bright, the brocades are hanging under the poplars, and the dew is wet in the fine grass with red tassels.
One night Yu Shu urged him to switch to battle, and the purple beard rode out with a bow.
The old horse——Yao He
Lying down and unable to help him, he could only neigh at his master.
The melancholy east suburban road is filled with mud in the autumn rain.
Bathing the Horse——Yu Fu
Relieving control and retracting the whip, Changjin moves fine ripples.
Empty hooves are full of green jade, and there is no money left in the sky.
Under the sound of the swirling bridge, beside the shadow of the willow tree.
I often hear that the nature of the dragon is strong, and it will cause white stools.