I was shocked to hear that my comrade-in-arms died of illness and could not sleep at night. Write a poem at dawn as a sign of mourning.
I once recalled that when the war was raging, I was starving in the ice and snow.
Laugh at paper tigers and soldiers, praise mighty soldiers.
The bad news is heartbreak, and it's hard to dream back.
The string of running water in the mountains is broken, and tears fly into the sky.
Second, "Mourning Poems" Wang Shizhen?
On the stranger, the flowers are fragrant, and the fish scales are wrinkled into lines. ?
Red beans in Jiangnan are bitter, and flowers bloom every year to remember you.
Third, "Poetry of an Old Friend's Nightmare"? He Xun (Southern and Northern Dynasties)
The guest is frightened at night, and the words are as old as before.
Open the curtains and feel the flow of water. Reflect the bamboo and see the bed empty.
Pukou looks at the slanting moon and hears the wind outside the continent.
It's not late in September, and it's hard to be poor for thousands of miles.
It is like a bloated wood and a floating canopy.
Acacia can't be sent, straight in my heart.
Fourth, "Jia Zi dreams of an old friend in the mountains and rivers late at night on October 24" Lu You?
Brush the Golden Horse Gate, and the tax will drive Fan Shi Village.
Arouse Huashan dream and bring back the soul of Hunan water.
Heart-to-heart handshake, testimony of forgetting words.
I like rattan shade best, and it is a bottle of * * *.
Verb (abbreviation of verb) the pride of fisherman Fan Zhongyan, Qiu Si, Northern Song Dynasty
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. ?
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. The tube is full of frost, people don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.