Wang Anshi's "Song of the Ming Concubine"
When the Ming Concubine first left the Han Palace, her temples and feet were wet with tears in the spring breeze.
The wandering figure has no color, but the king cannot control himself.
When I came back, I was surprised by the painter's hand. I had never seen it before in my life;
The origin of the artistic conception could not be painted, and it was in vain to kill Mao Yanshou at that time.
As soon as I left, I knew I would never return, and I was so pitiful that I wore all my Han palace clothes;
I sent messages to ask about Sainan, but only swan geese flew every year.
My family spreads news thousands of miles away, but fortunately I don’t remember each other in Fencheng;
If you don’t see me, the long door is closed, Gillian, and your life will be full of frustration. "Ancient Military March" from "Three Hundred Tang Poems"
Author: Li Qi During the day, I climbed the mountain to watch the fire, and at dusk, I drank my horse by the river.
Pedestrians are fighting against the wind and the sand is dark, and the princess Pipa is full of resentments.
There is no castle for thousands of miles while camping, and rain and snow fall all over the desert.
Hu Yan flew away every night crying, and Hu Er shed tears.
When you hear that the jade gate is still covered, you should throw your life away.
Every year the bones of the war are buried outside, but it is rare to see the sweet apple entering the Han family.