"Written after being drunk at the table of the Jiuquan Prefect"
Poet: Cen Shen Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Genre: None
The Jiuquan Prefect can dance with swords, and he sets up wine in the high hall to fight at night drum. Hujia's song was so heart-breaking that everyone on the table looked at each other in tears.
"Crossing Jiuquan, Reminiscing about Du Ling's Farewell Industry"
Poet: Cen Shen Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Genre: None
Stayed in Qilian last night and passed Jiuquan today. Yellow sand borders the sea to the west, and white grass reaches the sky to the north. The sorrow is hard to get rid of, and the return date is still another year away. The dream of thousands of miles in Yangguan is known as Dulingtian.
"A Presentation to the Prefect of Han in Jiuquan"
Poet: Cen Shen Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Genre: Miscellanies
It is said that the prefect is capable of political affairs, just like the ancients. The salary is all used to provide for guests, and the family is often poor. Looking west from Jiuquan to Yuguan Road, thousands of mountains and moraines are covered with white grass. I resigned from the king and returned to Chang'an, but when I recalled the king, I suddenly became old.
"Jiuquanzi"
Poet: Yan Shu Dynasty: Song Dynasty Genre: Ci
The warm wind in March brings endless blooms, and the bushes of the year are falling one after another. . The most worrying person. How much fame and fortune Chang'an brings. If you have a glass of cinnamon wine, don't quit drinking under the flowers. And stay in spring.
"Jiuquanzi"
Poet: Wei Zhuang Dynasty: Tang Dynasty Genre: Ci
The moon is setting and the stars are sinking, and the beauty upstairs is sleeping in spring. The green clouds are leaning, the golden pillow is greasy, and the painted screen is deep. Zigui cries to break the dream of lovesickness, and the dawn moves in the east. Willow smoke is light and flower dew is heavy, making it difficult to think.
"Jiuquanzi"
Poet: Wang Zhuo Dynasty: Song Dynasty Genre: Ci
The flower forest of Jinshui was the place where Liu Lang enjoyed himself, and at that time the peach and plum trees were lying among the berries. moss. All over again. This year the chrysanthemum blooms for you. Lai You's poetic mood is as old as the past, and the west wind sets the sun on the high platform. Drunk a thousand times.
"Jiuquanzi"
Poet: Wang Ji Dynasty: Yuan Dynasty Genre: Ci
The evil spirits drink all night long. The curtains are rolled up at dawn, the fragrant duck breeze blows, and the children and grandchildren pay homage to the golden lotus. Boiling music and singing. Red frost robe and soft bun. A person who is famous in the Immortal Class should never grow old, and the years in this world will fly by. Naijunhe.
"Jiuquanzi"
Poet: Cao Xun Dynasty: Song Dynasty Genre: Ci
Love the scenery and stir up excitement. At the beginning, the jade points were scattered towards the sunny shoots, and the mist was separated by the moonlight. More beautiful. The east wind is about to bring frosty weather. I always remember the snowy road on the solitary mountain, beside a small bridge with flowing water. Lie down and smoke.
"Jiuquanzi"
Poet: Guan Jian Dynasty: Song Dynasty Genre: Ci
Spring is very beautiful. Give the crabapple branches full. I am also very fond of Qing Zun. Love has not been forgotten. A song of spring awakens melancholy. It's a pity that no one sings this song, so you will be annoyed by Chuntuo in other courtyards. The sound of winding around the beam.
"Jiuquanzi"
Poet: Yan Shu Dynasty: Song Dynasty Genre: Ci
Spring has just come, tearing down thousands of red trees, and flying orioles and pink butterflies fighting Flying. Love fragrant branches. I advise you not to cherish your golden clothes. He looked at the flowers and drank them forcefully. After the Ming Dynasty, he became increasingly independent. When you cherish your beauty.