Nine Days and Duke Wei of Han
Su Xun
Visiting at the end of the year is the most incompetent, and Xiao Xiaohua reflected on Qian Jin.
I can't bear to wait for the Prime Minister to stay in the East Pavilion and spend time with the Confucian old stage.
The festival has been a long time, and I have spent it from sorrow, and my courage is occasionally drunk.
At dusk, I went back to the rain without sleep and opened the new poem a hundred times.
Xuzhou Mid-Autumn Festival Song Dynasty: Su Zhe
It's been too long since we broke up. It's the seventh Mid-Autumn Festival. Last year in the East, I looked at the moon and was depressed. Unexpectedly, on the mountain of Pancheng, an ancient Bianhe River drifted. Someone incited the fun, and the swan goose in the swan goose.
The guests in the living room are radiant. The moon is ruthless and unwilling to stay heavy. There are drinkers tonight, and they will live on the boat tomorrow night. It's sad to be apart. I'm afraid Rainbow will, so I don't go home, so I have to go upstairs.
Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia Song Dynasty: Su Shi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.
Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.
The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.
Feather fan nylon scarf, talking and laughing, in ruins.
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.