"Horse Poetry" was written by Li He, a poet of the mid-Tang Dynasty.
By chanting horses, praising horses or lamenting the fate of horses, poetry expresses the talents and lofty ambitions of lofty ideals, as well as the emotion and resentment of untimely circumstances. The method of expression is analogous.
Horse Poems (1)
The dragon's spine is attached to the money, and the silver hoofs are white on the smoke.
No one weaves brocade, who forges the golden whip.
Ma's Poems (2)
The roots of the grass in the twelfth lunar month are sweet, and the snow on the street is like salt.
I don’t know whether the mouth is hard or soft, so I first try to hold it in the mouth with tribulus.
Ma's Poems (3)
Suddenly remembering the Emperor Zhou, he drove up to Yushan.
Chi Ji is the most grateful when he sings his farewell to Fengyuan.
Horse Poetry (4)
This horse is an extraordinary horse, and the star of the house is originally a star.
Knocking the thin bones forward still has the sound of copper.
Ma's poem (5)
The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook.
How can I be a golden person and walk quickly through the autumn.
Ma's Poetry (6)
When I was hungry, I had my teeth checked, and the rough hair pricked the flowers.
The mane is scorched and the vermillion color has fallen, and the hair is broken and linted.
Ma's poem (seven)
The wine of Xi Mu is about to run out, and the rice of Dong Wang has dried up.
If the king goes away, who will pull the chariot?
Horse Poems (8)
The red rabbit has no one to use it, so it must be ridden by Lu Bu.
I heard that Guo dismounted and restrained the barbarian.
Ma's Poetry (9)
Uncle Seng has gone away in a hurry, and now he is no longer carrying the dragon.
The frost at night presses on the stack, and the horse is broken by the west wind.
Ma's Poetry (10)
Using the leader to cross the Wujiang River, Shen Zui wept to the wind.
Now that the king is undressing his sword, where can he chase the heroes?
Horse Poetry (11)
The inner horse is given to the palace people, and the silver talon thorns the unicorn.
On the salt slope at noon, the wind and dust are riding on the ground.
Ma's Poems (Twelve)
The bamboos are just gathering in the ears, but the peach blossoms are not yet on the body.
He sometimes has to disturb the formation and lead him to borrow the general.
Ma Shi (Thirteen)
Whose family is Baojue? I have always heard the fragrance of chivalrous bones.
Pile up the gold to buy the bones of the horse and send them to King Xiang of Chu.
Horse Poetry (Fourteen)
The fragrant oars are fragrant and the sun is new, and the coiling dragon is curling up its scales.
Looking back at Nanmo, who says spring is not here?
Ma’s Poems (15)
If you don’t follow Huan Gong in hunting, how can you defeat the tiger?
As soon as you come out of the ditch, you can see the flying clouds.
Ma's Poems (Sixteen)
The sword of the Tang Dynasty beheaded the Duke of Sui, and the fist hair was given to Taizong.
Don’t think that the golden armor is too heavy, just go and catch Piaofeng.
Ma's poem (seventeen)
White iron files the green grass, and fine sand falls between the anvils.
The world pities the small neck, but Jin Qi is afraid of the long teeth.
Horse Poetry (Eighteen)
Bole looked forward, with spiral hair in his belly.
If you only scratch the white grass now, how can you admire the green mountains?
Horse Poetry (Nineteen)
Xiao Temple carries scripture horses, and Yuan comes from the country of Zhu.
I don’t know that there are good signs, and I don’t know how to walk around the stage.
Ma's Poems (Twenty)
The siege is like a swallow's tail, and the sword is like a fish intestine.
If you want to travel a thousand miles, you must first take advantage of your eyes.
Horse Poems (Twenty-one)
Temporarily a soaring yellow horse, the immortal ascends to the colorful building.
Why are officials banished to Gaozhou if they have to be whipped and restrained?
Ma's poem (twenty-two)
The blood of Han Dynasty comes to the Wang family, and it shakes the jade with the Luan.
When Shaojun rides on the sea, people see him as a green mule.
Ma's Poems (Twenty-three)
The Emperor Wu loved the gods and burned gold to get purple smoke.
The stables are full of meat horses, and they can’t help but reach the sky.