join the army
The flames of bonfires in Kyoto, Chang 'an City, crude gas oil.
Leaving the palace, the general will assume the command; Surrounding the enemy and attacking the city, the elite cavalry are extremely brave.
The heavy snow darkened the color; The wind roared and the drums rang.
Being a centurion is better than being a scholar.
Drink with the moon
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone.
Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind.
I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering.
Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Three Songs of Qiangzhai (Ⅱ)
The chickens are crowing and the guests are beating.
Drive the chicken to the tree, and only then can you hear the sound of chopping wood.
Four or five elders asked me about my long trip.
Every hand is lifted, and mud and sand are falling.
Bitter, "the wine tastes weak, and the millet field is not cultivated."
The soldiers didn't stop, and the children started the crusade. "
Please sing an old song for your father and feel sorry for your hardships.
After singing, I sighed and cried.