"Su Wen City Watching the Military Camp"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: King Luo Bin
The ground is cold and the glue is folded, and the border towns watch the news at night. The soldiers signed Guandi Palace, and Heaven mobilized the generals.
Saijing, Hu Jiache, and Sha Mingchu practice their points. The wind flag flutters the shadow of the wings, and the frost sword turns the dragon text.
The white feathers shake like the moon, and the green mountains break like clouds. The smoke is sparse and curls up the curtain, and the dust seems to be extinguished.
I write to cherish my class career, and I miss Gu Xun when I am in the army. I should avenge my humiliation and take this to repay Ming Jun.
"Send Bao Zhongcheng to the Taiyuan Military Camp"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Qian Qi
You are still beautiful when you are young, and the road comes easy. He was favored and served as the third sole officer, and he was in charge of the second division camp.
I will skip Nanzhong and send Tianxin to Beijing. The cloud flags are approaching the fortress, and the dragon flute is coming out of the pass.
The Han moon goes away with the frost, and the dust around it clears up every day. Gradually I learned that the king was good at things and was a scholar in both civil and military affairs.
"Joining the Army"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Cui Rong
The bastards in the Qionglu messed up the gold square, and the generals and the magic soldiers went to the Yutang. The emperor's flag passed through the thin willows, and the Huns transported all the withered poplar trees. At the critical moment, the setting moon crosses the western ridge, and the clouds condense under the barrier to cut off the northern wasteland.
Birds are flying in the dust on the edge of the desert, and sheep are gathering in the dim light. Faintly, the Shu stick is fascinated by Hsinchu, as if the Hu bed recognizes the old mulberry. When I came to Linhai, I heard about Hussar, and when I found Heben, I had my own Zhonglang.
Sit and watch the battle wall turn into flat earth, and wait for the military camp to be built nearby.
"Sending Dr. Li to Guangzhou"
Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Qian Qi
A wise man is angry, like a phoenix with a toe on his toes. What is the hope of others without the support of the king?
When he left the town, he suddenly promoted his talents. He was very prosperous in both literature and martial arts. South Vietnam sent Weicheng to the city, surrounded by armored soldiers.
The drum gate leads to the shogunate, and the patio leads to the military camp. There are many extravagant customs, and it has been difficult to pay tribute since ancient times.
If you drink Bingxin, you can drink greedy spring water. Loyal ministers appreciate the sage king and do not seek honors for their righteousness.
The dragon mirror escapes the charm of the mountain, and the frost wind breaks the snow on the mountain. Every time the journey turned around, Wei Que seemed to be in sight.
Welcome the tide to the county, pointing to the countryside and the trees far away. According to the festival, Ou and Fujian will be transformed, and the good governance will be new.
We should be ordered to serve as a royal servant. When you are separated from one another, you are handsome and wise; when you are weak, your crown is as beautiful as your hair.
In the past, Xu Xiao was in the Han Dynasty, but now we are saying farewell to Peng Qi. Tunan cannot be controlled, and he stays at dusk with melancholy.
"At the beginning of the winter of 1898, Qi Tianle led the provincial mission and met Wuxi Prefecture General Li Zheng"
Era: Yuan Dynasty Author: Shao Hengzhen
Analysis of the Houses of the People's Republic of China , are all in the realm of yellow grass and white bones, with extremely evil vision. Li Suofu, the road between the mouth and the rebirth, the west wind blows on the face, the hair is blowing, the shoulders and the wilderness. The grass is endless, there are no traces of human habitation, and there are still picturesque green mountains. The setting sun sets again. I am tired of staying in the military camp, but I am happy to find a farmhouse. Official affairs rush about, and the mood of the journey suddenly fades away. The wild geese are flying further and further away from the sky. When I look back at my hometown, it is difficult to write about the regret of separation. The cold people are wearing clothes, and the clouds cover their eyes, forgetting that they have always been cool and unrestrained. The dust atmosphere remains unresolved. I would like to ask you about returning to the boat, and I will stop driving soon. Dreams linger in the cold valley, and the little plum blossoms should bloom.