Partridge Sky·A guest talks about fame and fame in memory of his youth
Author: Xin Qiji of the Southern Song Dynasty
In the prime of life, banners support thousands of men, and brocade flowers Riding suddenly across the river at the beginning. The soldiers of Yan sung at the silver barbarians at night, and the arrows of the Han Dynasty flew towards the golden servant girls.
Chasing the past, sighing at the present, the spring breeze will not stain the white mustache. But he put ten thousand words into the army. In exchange for the owner's tree planting book.
Sauvignon Blanc · Three of Five
Author: Lu You, Southern Song Dynasty
The face is pale. The temples are bright. Full of poems and books but no money. Officials often sleep during the day when they are free.
Painting Ling Yan. Go to Ganquan. Since ancient times, fame belongs to young people. The best friend is the cuckoo.
Water Dragon Yin·Deng Jiankang Heart-Enhancing Pavilion
Author: Xin Qiji Southern Song Dynasty
The Chu sky is thousands of miles clear, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is boundless. The eyes are far away, offering sorrow and hatred, jade hairpin and snail bun. The sunset above the building, in the sound of broken bells, wanderers from the south of the Yangtze River. I looked at Wu Gou and took pictures of the railings, but no one understood me.
Don’t say that the bass is worthy of praise. After the west wind, the season eagle has not returned yet? Asking for fields and houses, fearing that he should be embarrassed to see you, Liu Lang is talented. It's a pity that the years are passing, and the wind is sad
The rain is like this, and the trees are like this! Who calls Qian, with red scarf and green sleeves, to find the hero's tears?
Broken Array·Composing a poem to Chen Tongfu
Dynasty: Song Dynasty
Author: Xin Qiji
Original text:
When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and looked at the sword, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company. Eight hundred miles away, the people under his command are burning, and the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall. Autumn brings troops to the battlefield.
The horse is flying fast, and the bow is shaking like a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain.