Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Zhao Yi
Du Li's poems have been circulated for thousands of years and are not new so far.
There are many talented people all over the country, and their poems and popularity will last for hundreds of years.
2. "Waves of sand, rain outside curtains"
Date: Tang Author: Li Yu
The rain outside the curtain is gurgling, and the spring is fading.
Allred-rochow is too cold to stand.
I don't know if I am a dream guest, but I am insatiable in one day.
Don't lean on the fence alone,
Infinite mountains and rivers,
It's easier to see when it's not.
Running water is gone, and spring is gone.
Heaven and earth.
3. "Niannujiao Red Cliff Nostalgia"
Year: Song Author: Su Shi
The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever.
Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs.
The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.
The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.
Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.
A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes. (A work: Forced Exile)
I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely.
Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river. Life is a work: the world; Zuntong: Zun)
4. "Bodhisattva Man, breaking the embankment will make the peach blossom water rise."
Year: Song Author: Zhang
Break the embankment and the peach blossoms will rise. Draw a boat in the east wind.
Silk rain wet moss money. Smoking is forbidden in light cold. Jiangshan can't stay.
But take a song with you. Get drunk and scratch your head. I know the troubles of several trips.
5. "Looking at the Central Plains with a Red River"
Year: Song Author: Yue Fei
Looking at the Central Plains from a distance, there are many battlements.
Think of that year, flowers covered willows and protected Fengtai Long Ting.
Long live the Pearl in front of the mountain, and Penghu Temple is full of songs.
Today, the fighters are full of suburbs and the dust is evil.
Bing An is here? Ointment cake. Min' an is here? Fill the ravine.
Sighing that mountains and rivers are the same, thousands of villages are sparse.
When you ask for a sharp brigade, cross the Qinghe River with a whip.
However, I came back and continued my trip to Hanyang, riding a yellow crane.