Farewell to the Han Yu tribe
Wang Anshi
Wearing a scarf at the beginning of the guest house in the south of the street, we went on a blind date with brother Jun.
How could it be that we had two families back then, but today we are even more like members of the same society.
The wind and dust in Jingluo are blocking the pavilion, and the rivers and lakes are full of wine.
The vast water in the north of Guifan Ridge, when will the handle be lonely on the shore.
Wang Anshi is fragrant with cinnamon branches
It is the late autumn of my motherland and the weather is beginning to be calm.
Thousands of miles of Chengjiang River is like a train, and the green peaks are like clusters.
Returning to the sails and sailing in the setting sun, facing the west wind, the wine flag is leaning.
The clouds on the colorful boat are pale, the stars and rivers are rising, and it is difficult to draw a picture.
Thinking of the prosperous past Competing and sighing - outside the building, sorrow and hatred continue.
Through the ages, I have relied on high places, and I have been lamenting about honor and disgrace.
The old things of the Six Dynasties are like running water, but - the cold smoke and grass are fading. Green.
To this day, Shang women still sing the songs in the backyard.