Vehicles roared, soldiers sang, and soldiers and arrows were tied to their waists. Father, mother, son, wife, staring at you,
Until the dust buried the bridge outside Chang 'an. Holding their clothes, they stopped crying, and their sad voices went up to the clouds.
When a passer-by asks a passer-by, you can only tell him that you are leaving. We remember that other people were sent to the north to guard the river when 15 years old.
At the age of forty, he was sent to the west to farm. Long in the middle, the hair is tied up with a headscarf, and when I come back, I am bald and guarding the border.
On the border, people's blood flows like the sea, while the heart of Emperor Wu is still beating for the war.
Haven't you heard that there are hundreds of villages covered with vegetation in 200 states east of Huashan Mountain?
Even if a strong woman plows the field with a hoe, nothing will grow on the crops in the field. Men in China can face the fiercest battles,
But their officers drove them away like chickens and dogs. No matter what demands are made on them, do they dare to complain? .
Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting. Faced with tax challenges, how do they pay? .
If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl. Have a daughter or marry a neighbor.
When we bury our children. Didn't you see Qinghai Head, where all the old bones were abandoned?
The new ghost wails there, and the old one is loudest in the stormy dark sky.
Drunk Song (for Dr. Zheng Qian of Guangwen Museum) by Du Fu.
The prince and the squirrel took the stage in other provinces, and Mr. Wenguang was very cold. Tired of Liang's meat,
Mr. Wenguang is short of food. Mr. Wang has a way out for the emperor, and Mr. Wang has talents in the Song Dynasty.
Dezun's generation often stumbles, and its name will last forever. Du's right guests are even more disdainful.
Short, brown and narrow, with silky sideburns. On the fifth day, I went to Taicang for five liters of rice, which was the same as Zheng Lao.
If you have money, look for it, and there is no doubt about selling wine. Get carried away and drink like a real teacher.
In the clear night, spring action is heavy, and the drizzle falls before the lights. But I feel that singing has ghosts and gods.
I don't know how to starve to death and fill the gully. When you are at ease, you can kiss the cleaner, and Ziyun can study and finally vote for the cabinet.
Mr. Fu came back early, and Shi Tian's hut was deserted. What good is Confucianism to me,
Kong Qiu is full of dust. I don't need to smell this, but I met it before I died and won the trophy.