First, Guancun people graze Tianshan Mountain.
(Qian Qi)
The governments of the six countries are not profitable, and the three rural areas compete for business.
The poor paid taxes to dig wells, and all the soil was dug.
Grain millet into the cold cloud, the mountain is half full.
Qiu Lai has accumulated rain, and the first frost got it.
Nakata's party in Lebanon is an anti-empty village.
For those who don't cultivate, Wei Lu and He Wei are the same.
Shu chased Zhou Renyan and dared to bear Xie Shengnuo.
Second, climb the stairs in autumn night and watch Nanjiang enter Shixing County Road.
(Zhang Jiuling)
In quicksand, the sky crystal is frosted first.
How far is Tianjin Road when you look at the threshold for a long time?
Thinking about the outside world, I hope the clouds are full.
What can I do if I don't talk about myself?
I'll whisper which cloud floats with the flowers.
The horse is bitter and curled up, and the bird in the cage reads the distant omen.
At the age of 20, it is cloudy and empty at night.
Things are rare, and physical fatigue is close to fame.
Looking in, I feel that today is, and I sigh when it will be flat.
Third, the song of harmony? Three songs about joining the army
(Li Yue)
Look at the picture to teach the array, draw the ground and talk about the edge.
The sky is in the west and the eagle is in Sichuan.
The road will be counted as a day, and the book will stay away from all the topics.
There is no hope of resurrection, and I haven't thought about it before.
The door is high on three sides, and the arrows are all raised.
Camp willow smoke at dusk and close elm in snow and spring.
There are many veterans in the border town, but few people return home.
Kill the three rivers and add dust every year.
Waiting for the fire to carve the city, the dust and sand hold the sound of war.
The army, a symbol of Tibet and China, said that he likes riding horses.
The first frost pool is shallow and the autumn is dark white.
Fuck Yao Fanghu, I don't think I need any more soldiers.
Four, berthing Xuyi ship
(Chang Jian)
Boating on the Huaihe River, the first frost flows later.
The night tide invaded the shore for a long time, and the cold moon approached the city.
Pingsha waits for geese, and the pavilion listens to chickens.
Who can care about travel outside the cloud?