Looking at the Central Plains, it is devastated, the country is no longer prosperous, and Zhou Yi is seriously injured.
Everyone is sitting here as a prisoner of Chu, who is really thinking about the fate of the country.
How generous he is, how generous he is, for generations to come, and to leave a good reputation for future generations. Love history, admire the past and be a patriot. Li Bai wrote this poem according to a historical story of Nanjing Xinting in the late Western Jin Dynasty. Whether it is Li Bai's ode to the ancient times before the Anshi Rebellion or his emotion after the Anshi Rebellion, from the poetic point of view, the theme is clear, the plot is clear, the language is concise, the momentum is magnificent and thought-provoking, and a story is rewritten vividly. Li Bai (70 1-762), the word Taibai, was a romantic poet in the Tang Dynasty and was praised as a "poetic immortal" by later generations. My ancestral home is Ji Cheng in Longxi (to be tested), and I was born in Broken Leaf City in the Western Regions. At the age of 4, he moved to Mianzhou City, Jiannan Province with his father. Li Bai has more than 1000 poems, among which Li Taibai Ji has been handed down from generation to generation. He died in 762 at the age of 6 1. Its tomb is in Dangtu, Anhui, and there are memorial halls in Jiangyou, Sichuan and Anlu, Hubei. Lipper
Twelve years ago, I went to embroider on the top of the spring platform. Keep your feet healthy and climb mountains without crutches. When you get old, you will gradually get rid of your pride, and the scenery will be good when you come back. I have missed Mu Zhi for thousands of years, but it is empty and cold. Below the mountain, the river flows forever. On the other side of the river, Huaishan swings. Looking at the Central Plains, the tiger and the wolf are still there. The hook scale is not shallow, and the cause of the stone raft is really short. How ancient and modern, how the universe is, no one can save it. -Song Dynasty Janice's "Spring Embroidery Platform of Manjiang Red Qishan" Manjiang Red Qishan Embroidery Platform
Twelve years ago, I went to embroider on the top of the spring platform. Keep your feet healthy and climb mountains without crutches. When you get old, you will gradually get rid of your pride, and the scenery will be good when you come back. I have missed Mu Zhi for thousands of years, but it is empty and cold.
Below the mountain, the river flows forever. On the other side of the river, Huaishan swings. Looking at the Central Plains, the tiger and the wolf are still there. The hook scale is not shallow, and the cause of the stone raft is really short. How ancient and modern, how the universe is, no one can save it. Climbing the mountain, singing about the past, expressing the feelings of the prisoners in the North Yard, sitting in an earthen house. This room is eight feet wide and four feet deep. Single leaf is low and small, white room is short and narrow, dirty and dark. In this summer, all kinds of gases are extracted: four sets of rain, several floating beds, and sometimes water vapor; Mud half a face, braving the wind and waves, sometimes rustic; At first glance, it looks sunny and hot, and the air duct is blocked. At other times, the weather is fine. The yin of the eaves encourages inflammation and abuse, sometimes anger; When the warehouse is rotten, when Chen chen is aggressive and angry; Shoulder mixing, sweaty smell, sometimes popular; Or a corpse, or a rotten mouse, mixed with evil spirits, sometimes stinking. Stacking is counting gas, and it is rare to do it well. I haven't been weak for two years, but fortunately I'm safe and sound. It's almost a matter of support. However, I also know what I am raising. Mencius said, "I am good at nurturing my noble spirit." He has seven spirits, and I have one. With one enemy against seven, why should I suffer! Haoran, the meaning of heaven and earth, composed a song of righteousness. Heaven and earth are upright, in many ways. Below is the Yuehe River, and above is the sun star. People call it awe, which is overwhelming. The road to the emperor should be clear, including the Ming court. When you are poor, you can see it, one by one. In the history of Qi Taishi Jane, in the east of Shanxi Hu Bi. Chasing in Zhang Liang, Qin, and on Emperor Wudi's Day. As the head of General Yan, he is endowed with the blood of Ji. Raise your teeth for Zhang Xun and spit your tongue for Yan Changshan. Or for Liaodong's hat and Qing dynasty. Li bingxue Or for a model, a crying hero. Or to cross the river and swallow Hu Jie generously. Still want to hit a thief, the vertical head is broken. It takes qi as its power, and it lasts forever. When it runs through the sun and the moon, life and death are at peace. The earth depends on it, and the Tianzhu depends on it. Three cardinal principles are life and morality is the root. To Li Yangjiu, the official tone is also ineffective. Chu prisoners carry crowns, and carts send them to the poor north. Tripods are as sweet as cups and are hard to get. There is a jack-o'-lantern in the dark room, and it is dark in the spring yard. Cattle and horses share a bar of soap, and chickens live in phoenix. Once it is foggy, it is divided into ditches and barren areas. If it is so hot and cold, it is easy to change. Hey, I'm on the battlefield and I'm happy for my country. Is he clever? Yin He won't be a thief. I care about this. Look up at the clouds. My heart is sad and the sky is extremely high. The days of philosophers are far away, and the punishment is over. Reading on the eaves of the wind, painting on the ancient road. -Wen Tianxiang's "Song Zhengqi" Song Zhengqi in the Song Dynasty
Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang
I am in the north yard, sitting in the earthen house. This room is eight feet wide and four feet deep. Single leaf is low and small, white room is short and narrow, dirty and dark. In this summer, all kinds of gases are extracted: four sets of rain, several floating beds, and sometimes water vapor; Mud half a face, braving the wind and waves, sometimes rustic; At first glance, it looks sunny and hot, and the air duct is blocked. At other times, the weather is fine. The yin of the eaves encourages inflammation and abuse, sometimes anger; Warehouse rot
I was imprisoned in the North Yard and sat in an earthen house. This room is eight feet wide and four feet deep. Single leaf is low and small, white room is short and narrow, dirty and dark. In this summer, all kinds of gases are extracted: four sets of rain, several floating beds, and sometimes water vapor; Mud half a face, braving the wind and waves, sometimes rustic; At first glance, it looks sunny and hot, and the air duct is blocked. At other times, the weather is fine. The yin of the eaves encourages inflammation and abuse, sometimes anger; When the warehouse is rotten, when Chen chen is aggressive and angry; Shoulder mixing, sweaty smell, sometimes popular; Or a corpse, or a rotten mouse, mixed with evil spirits, sometimes stinking. Stacking is counting gas, and it is rare to do it well. I haven't been weak for two years, but fortunately I'm safe and sound. It's almost a matter of support. However, I also know what I am raising. Mencius said, "I am good at nurturing my noble spirit." He has seven spirits, and I have one. With one enemy against seven, why should I suffer! Haoran, the meaning of heaven and earth, composed a song of righteousness.
Love history, love the past and patriotism to Jiangzuo is the best in ancient Xuzhou. Even the mountains are picturesque, and the best place is the dangerous building. The drums and horns are tragic, and the bonfire is extinguished in the air. Recalling the past and recalling Sun Liu. Thousands of miles away, thousands of stoves stay at home. The grass has been exposed, the wind has fallen, and autumn has passed. Make the monarch macro-release, smile and wash away all troubles in ancient and modern times. Not seeing a trip to Xiangyang has wiped out countless tourists, and resentment is hard to accept. My uncle is chitose, and his name is Han Shuiliu. -Lu You's "Shuidiao Tou Duo Jing Lou" in the Song Dynasty
Jiang Zuo's victory is the oldest Xuzhou. Even the mountains are picturesque, and the best place is the dangerous building. The drums and horns are tragic, and the bonfire is extinguished in the air. Recalling the past and recalling Sun Liu. Thousands of miles away, thousands of stoves stay at home.
The grass has been exposed, the wind has fallen, and autumn has passed. Make the monarch macro-release, smile and wash away all troubles in ancient and modern times. Not seeing a trip to Xiangyang has wiped out countless tourists, and resentment is hard to accept. My uncle is chitose, and his name is Han Shuiliu. Bold and uninhibited, praise history and cherish the past and patriotism.