I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country. The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
Guan Shanyue
In the fifteenth year of Herong's reign, the general did not fight empty borders.
Zhu dances heavily, but the horse is fat and the bow is broken.
Garrison Diao Dou urged the moon to set and joined the army at the age of 30.
Who knows that a strong man's heart is in the flute, and the sand head is empty.
When the Central Plains heard about the war, some descendants turned against Hu Chuan.
The adherents endured death and looked forward to recovery, and a few tears hung tonight.
spring scenery
Du Fu
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
After three months of war, a piece of news from home is worth a ton of gold.
I stroke my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins.
Shuchengxiang temple
Where is the temple of the famous prime minister? It is in a deep pine forest near the Silk City.
The steps are dotted with green grass in spring, and birds are chirping happily under the leaves.
The third call aggravated his state affairs, and he gave his sincerity to two generations.
But before he conquered, he died, and since then the heroes have been crying on their coats.
It is said that loyalists have recovered Henan and Hebei.
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
When you sing in Baishi, you must indulge in wine. On a green spring day, that's the beginning of my return home.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
Denglou
Flowers are close to tall buildings and far away from my hometown. I am very sad. There are disasters everywhere in this country, so I climbed up to see them.
The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable.
Although the country has been established for a while, it is as strong as the North Star, and thieves dare not go out of the Western Hills.
However, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor at dusk and talked with Fu Liang at sunset.
The second of five poems about historic sites.
Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher.
Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time.
His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? .
The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.
The third of five poems about historic sites
Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up here.
She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk.
Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Back to the soul in the moonlight.
The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness!
The fifth of five poems about historical sites
Zhuge Liang's name will remain in the world forever, and his portrait is lofty and respectable.
In order to plan the strategy of the world, generations seem to be Luan Feng's Luan Feng.
Yi Yin and Lv Shang are neck and neck, and their command of military operations is calm, which makes Xiao He Cao Can far behind.
The succession of the Han dynasty was due to luck. Although Zhuge Liang was difficult to revive, he was determined and devoted himself to the busy military.
Dan Qing presented it to General Cao Ba.
Jiang Caojun is a descendant of Cao Cao's descendants, but now he is reduced to a poor family.
The era of heroic separatism is gone forever, and Cao Jiawen's chapter is still in your hands.
In calligraphy, your first master, Mrs. Wei, just didn't surpass it.
Indulge in painting, you know that the age of youth is coming. In fact, wealth and status are floating away like clouds to me.
During the Kaiyuan period, you were often summoned by Tang Gaozong, and you were guaranteed to board the southern tour many times.
The hero portrait of Lingyan Pavilion has faded, and Jiang Caojun can't brush away the repainted face.
The head wears a Jinshi crown, and the warrior wears a big feather arrow on his waist.
Male and female hair seems to be shaking, and they seem to be fighting in fierce battles.
Artists copied them in various poses.
On that day, the jade flower was taken into the temple, and the red rank was erected at the palace gate to increase its prestige.
Then, general, I ordered you to continue your work. You concentrated all your money on a piece of silk.
After a while, the dragon horse appeared on silk, which was much more mediocre than all generations of horses.
If a real horse falls on the emperor's bed, the picture of the horse's bed is the same as the rank of standing in front of the real horse.
The emperor smiled and urged the left and right to give you gold, and the servant and the groom were all stunned.
Han Gan, a student of the general, can draw a horse and has many good images.
Han Gan's painting shows no inner spirit, which often kills Liu Hua's horse of life.
The general's painting is beautiful, and the beauty lies in the painting. They are only willing to write a portrait for him.
Now you are wandering in this war-torn society, and ordinary paintings are ordinary passers-by.
In your later years, you suffered from the eyes of the world, and no one in the world was so extremely poor as you.
From the earliest time, I have been reading records all day? ? Wrapped around him.
Imperial edict and Han notes
At present, I miss Yueyang in a bad mood, and my body wants to fly sick and make me bedridden.
After crossing the river, Koreans noticed how good his conduct was and often looked around in Dongting Lake.
Swan has soared away from the sun and the moon, maple leaves have turned red, and autumn has declined.
The wise disciples gathered to follow the Big Dipper, some riding Kirin and some riding Phoenix.
Lotus-like flags were submerged by smoke, and Xiaoxiang's reflection floated in the direction of ripples.
Indulge in the jade dew in Xianwangxinggong, feathers are rare, not from nearby.
I heard that he seems to be a former red pine, and I'm afraid he is more like Sean in South Korea in the early Han Dynasty.
At that time, he was the capital of Liu Bang and Chang 'an, and his heart disease has not changed.
The success or failure of the national cause is to stand by and hate the rancid smell of maple.
Sima Qian of Thailand lamented since ancient times, wishing him to be like the old man in Changtai, Antarctica, Yongchang.
Ah, purity, catching you from the autumn water and putting you as a tribute in the royal jade court?
spring scenery
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers still exist.
Trees and grass turn green again in spring.
Petals shed like tears,
Lonely birds sang their sorrows.
After three months of fighting,
Letters from home are priceless.
I stroke my white hair. It became too thin,
I can't hold the hairpin anymore.
Recover the north and south of the Yellow River
Tang-Du Fu
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily.
On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .