Song of Chile
Folk songs in northern dynasties
Chilechuan,
Under the shady mountain,
The sky is like a vault,
Cage covers four areas.
The sky is gray and wild,
See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.
Touching Fish and Qiu Yan's Ci
Yuan Haowen
Ask the world, what is love, teach life and death? The geese fly far away, and the old wings are cold and hot several times.
Have fun, and you will be more stupid without suffering. You should have a sentence: Wan Liyun, Qian Shan Muxue, who are you only looking at?
Cross grave road, flute and drum when lonely, smoke is still flat. What's the point of evocation? Shan Gui secretly calls the shots. The sky is also jealous. If you don't believe it, birds and swallows are all loess. For generations, leave it to poets to sing, drink and visit Qiu Yan.
Yan jiqu
Sadulla
Yanjing's daughter is sixteen or seventeen years old and blushes like a flower.
Spearmint flies all over the road, and the green sleeves are whipped.
The spring breeze shakes the spring, and the brocade Zheng and the silver candle are high.
Embroidery is not warm, purple curtains are foggy.
Who cares if the incense goes by like water, and people are tired in spring?
It rained at night, and Huayang couldn't afford to fly in the yard.
Ten Poems of Western River
Yeluchucai
The lonely river is in the middle, connecting Liao and Wanjia.
Pu Tao makes wine, while Balaam watches flowers.
Eat chicken tongue and share horsehead melon.
Life is just to eat, why not cross the quicksand?
Ren Yue Song
What a night tonight, roaming in the river.
What day is today? Together with the prince.
I'm ashamed. I don't deserve my humble opinion.
Confused mood can not only satisfy the prince.
There are trees on the mountain and branches on the tree. My heart likes you. You don't know that.
Yinshan
Yeluchucai
In August, the Yinshan Mountain is covered with snow, filled with wind and sand, clear and dazzling.
Insert the sky and spray the clear moon on the cliff, holding up the sea and mountains to absorb the green brilliance.
There are sparse acres among pine trees and people in the depths of vines.
There are thousands of miles across the sky in the western regions, and the famous mountains in Jiangzuo are not enough to boast.
Qiyang
Yuan Haowen
One hundred and twenty rivers are not horizontal, and ten years of military forces are dark in Qin and Jing.
There is no faith in the west, and there is crying in the east.
Wild vines are full of love and bones, and the sunset is empty!
You ask in detail who the sky is from, and fight for the five soldiers of Chiyou?
Sea poetry
Yelubi
The mountain tops overwhelm the mountain tops, and the mountain tops are powerless.
I was ashamed to meet my hometown people and went abroad from then on.
Early spring complains about spring night.
Gu taiqing
The wind in the willows is oblique, and people sleep peacefully at dusk. Short candles will burn out, long ones will go out, and small ones will increase.
The red chamber does not close the screen window, but is covered by a wisp of spring marks. Light smoke, dissolved in the hospital, the moon is in pear blossoms.
Female ballads
Sadulla
The road was abandoned by women, desolate and sad.
Abandoned villages meet wild foxes every day, and broken houses smell ghosts at dusk.
People praise color more than walls. Today, hunger cries in the distance.
The Yellow River tears dry, county magistrate He Eryan.
Gold belt purple clothes county satrap, drunk don't ask people to eat hard.
It is rumored that Shaanxi is particularly worrying, and drought and famine are not unique to southeast States.
When will you stop eating when the dead fish crow with white geese?
Magnolia Manyou No.3 Station
Yuan Haowen
Zhang Zhangdong shed, endless, ancient and modern feelings.
I still remember the three mountains on the sea, the double gaps in the clouds, and the South City that day.
Yellow stars. A few years later, chun yin was pale and green with weeds.
The ice well is still full of stones, and the exposed plate has lost its golden stem.
Romantic short songs, generous, no shortage of kettle sound.
I want to drink wine and river water and write poems on the pommel horse.
Fall down. RoyceWong, hometown like flying south, black magpie midnight.
Laughing and killing Xifuke, Zhuang Huai has no life.
Niannujiao Yong Xue
Wan Yanliang
Tianding was furious, overturned the silver sea and scattered beads and foils. Six strange flowers are flying, all over the mountains. Tiger madness, scale disorder, broken bead rope. Yulong fought fiercely and the scales fell all over the sky.
Who read Wan Li Guanshan, recruit people to stay, take the ancient flag angle. Color reflects spear, light shakes halberd. Murder is rampant. Arrogance is courage. Don't talk about soldiers, get drunk and watch the blue sky.
Western Chen Geng Qingming
Yeluchucai
Crossing the border town during the Qingming Festival, it's a pity that the distant guests are in the breeze.
It's hard to talk between wild birds, but it's unknown how beautiful the mountain flowers are.
Pu Tao wine cooks sorrow, and agate cups are intoxicating.
Looking back at my hometown today, the pear flower deep courtyard is full of partridges.