An ancient poem with beautiful scenery: Ascending the Mountain Du Fu (Tang)
The wind is fast and high, the ape cries sadly, and the birds are circling in the white sand.
The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.
Li in the sad autumn scenery, a wanderer all the year round, lives alone on the high platform in today's illness.
After all the hardships and hatred, the white hair is full, and the wine glasses are damaged.
Chapter 2: (Tang) "Listening to Dong Da playing Hu Jia, sending a message to get a room for something"
At that time, Cai Yan once produced Song of A Qin, and played this song in 18 sections.
Hearing this, the conference semifinals were filled with tears, and the grass was wet. Han made pork liver sausage for Guike.
On the ancient fortress, the cold fire of the past battle is now gray, wild and gloomy, flying white.
After this clever, deep tune, everything around it wavered and withered.
Master Dong, knowing about immortals, is deeply relaxed and eager to hear about goblins.
Very handy to slowly knead the fast dial, and the reciprocating gyration seems to contain emotions.
The voice of the mountain birds scattered and gathered, and the song was as dark and clear as Wan Yun.
Young people scream at night, just like Titan's mother cries.
Sichuan is a net wave, and the birds are singing silently.
The hometown of the Wuzhu tribe is far away, and a sad sadness rises in the dust of the Siberian prairie.
The pipa is melodious and free, like a strong wind blowing wildly, and the rain falls on the tiles.
Like the rustle of spring, the rustle of trees, and the singing of wild deer.
Phoenix Lake is located in the east of Chang 'an, opposite the Green Jade Gate.
Fang Guan is not fettered by fame and fortune, and longs for Alice's play day and night.
Chapter three: Lu Lun (Tang Dynasty) in Song of the Frontier.
In the dark forest, the grass was suddenly blown by the wind, and the wind was rustling. The general thought that the beast was coming and immediately pulled out the arrow.
Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.
Chapter 4: Mars (Tang Dynasty), listening to An Wanshan playing the bangzi song.
The bamboo tube is made from the Nanshan section of the bamboo tube, which originally came from Qiuci.
It spread to the Han Dynasty and became a novel, and Aw Hoe in Liangzhou was played by me.
The listeners at the seat are all sighing, and the homesick tourists weep.
Many people like to listen; But few people understand that traveling in the long wind.
It's like the rustling of old cypress trees and the chirping of nine young phoenixes.
It's like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring and generate at the same time, and it's like the autumn sound of spring in autumn.
Suddenly it turned into a small, tragic, sudden dark cloud that turned the sky from flying to flying.
The next change is as lively and cheerful as Yang Liuzhi, as if I saw the flowers in the garden among the flowers.
On New Year's Eve, Hall A on the ceiling, a glass of wine, a glass of wine.
Chapter five: Bai Juyi (Tang) in Kuhan Village.
In December of Yuanhe eight years, it snowed for five days in succession.
Bamboo and cypress freeze to death, a farmer who lacks clothes and food!
Of all the families in the village, eight or nine are poor.
The cold wind is like a sharp sword, and the clothes are too thin to cover.
Only by lighting wormwood and heat, spend the morning waiting for the morning.
I only know that farmers are more bitter and sour in the cold year.
Then reflect on yourself and close the door of the hut tightly.
Brown fur is covered with a quilt, and it is warm when sitting and lying down.
I'm glad to get rid of hunger and cold instead of farming alone.
I am ashamed to think of them and ask who I am.
Chapter 6: untitled time was long before I met her, but it was longer after we broke up. Li Shangyin (Tang)
It was a long time ago that I met her, but since we separated, the time has become longer, the east wind is blowing and a hundred flowers are blooming.
Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.
In the morning, she saw her hair cloud changing in the mirror, but she bravely faced the cold of the moonlight with her evening song.
There are not many roads to Pengshan. Oh, Bluebird, listen! -Give me what she said! .