Song Xiaqu
Wang Changling
Drinking the horse against the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife. The sun has not gone down on Pingsha, and I can see Lintao dimly. In the old days of the Great Wall Battle, Xian Yan was in high spirits. The yellow dust is enough for the present and the past, and the white bones are a mess of wormwood.
Liangzhou Song
Wang Han
The luminous cup of grape wine reminds me immediately if I want to drink pipa.
Don’t laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times.
Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital
Cen Shen
The north wind blows and the white grass breaks on the ground, and it snows in August. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom. It scatters into the bead curtain and wets the Luo curtain, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin. The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and uncomfortable. The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away. The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for the returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, lutes and flutes. Snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold. I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the road to Tianshan Mountain was covered with snow. You can't be seen on the winding mountain road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
Out of the fortress
Wang Zhihuan
Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.
Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
Longxi Journey
Chen Tao
The Huns, the sister-in-law, did not care about themselves, and five thousand mink brocades were lost to Hu Chen.
The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir dream.
Nian Nujiao
Su Shi
As the river goes eastward, the waves will be gone, and there will be many romantic figures throughout the ages. On the west side of the fortress, the human path is Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time.
I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome. Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the boats and oars disappeared into ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early. Life is like a dream, one statue returns the moon in the river.
Congratulations to the bridegroom - the twelfth brother of Bie Maojia
Xin Qiji
The green trees listen to the sound of pelicans, more nakan, partridges live, and cuckoos sing. Crying to the end of spring has nowhere to go, and the bitter hatred of Fang Fei has stopped. Not yet arrived, parting in this world. Immediately Pipa Guansai black. There is a longer gate, a green chariot, and a golden gate. Look at Yanyan and send her back to my concubine. The general's reputation is ruined after hundreds of battles. Thousands of miles back to the river, old friends will never be seen again. The water is flowing, the wind is cold in the west, and the people's clothes are like snow. A strong man, but his tragic song is incomplete. The singing bird still knows how to hate, but it never cries clear tears and cries blood.
Who fucked me, Zui Mingyue?