Missing relatives on the winter solstice
Dynasty: Ming Dynasty|Author: Yu Qian
On the festive occasion when we are away, we remember our old relatives across the world. Jia Hui is waiting for the first time, and plum blossoms are gradually rejuvenating.
Drunk and amazed by the beautiful beauty, sorrow adds to the gray hair. Gu Yunheng is watching, eager to wet the towel.
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Autumn Wind
Dynasty: Ming Dynasty|Author: Yu Qian
The Qing Dynasty merchants are stirring at night, and the yellow grass and trees in the garden are blowing. It is pleasant to sweep away the heat in the world, and it can be cooled down by someone's pillow.
The red flowers and maple leaves worry about Jiangzhu, and the water shield and perch recall their hometown. The clouds in the blue sky for thousands of miles have dispersed, and the geese can no longer fly.
Living in the world is like being in a drunken dream
Dynasty: Ming Dynasty | Author: Yu Qian
Living in the world is like being in a drunken dream, where sorrow and joy are easy to pay. Everything is decided in advance, and you should be forgiving when it comes to wine.
I look up to the sky and sing, the breeze blows my crown. The turbid mash is filled with earthenware fou, and the spring plate is piled with alfalfa.
No one advises me to drink, but I drink for my own pleasure. I sleep drunkenly during the day and night, and look at the bright moon.
The sword is drawn and dances in the courtyard, and the loud song shakes the forest. This is what my husband wants, and he is not a corrupt scholar.
From the fifth watch of the army to the fifth watch
Dynasty: Ming Dynasty|Author: Yu Qian
Everyone rose up at the fifth watch and stirred up the border towns with drums and horns. After hearing the general's order, we will set up camp tomorrow.
Chai Shangshu of the Ministry of War
Dynasty: Ming Dynasty|Author: Yu Qian
Power and generals are loyal to each other, and those who are versatile in both civil and military affairs are mature. The corridors and temples are graceful, and people look up to them, while the chatter and laughter on the border are clear.
The white chicken suddenly recalled the dream of the past, and the history should be remembered forever. After lamenting that I live in the countryside, I sing some beautiful songs to express my sorrow.