Catch a cold (Cao Cao)
The northern army boarded the Taihang Mountain. How difficult it is to climb this high mountain!
Sakamoto Road is a bumpy road with bumpy wheels.
How desolate the trees are! The north wind sounds sad.
When the bear was on the sidewalk, tigers and leopards stood on both sides of the street howling.
The valley is desolate, sparsely populated and covered with heavy snow.
Looking up, the long voice sighed, and the long journey was continuous.
Why is my heart depressed? I want to go back to the East.
The bridge is too deep to enter, and the army is on the road.
Lost in marching, there is no place to stay at night.
Walking, walking, a long day, the tired horse is hungry and hungry.
He walked along the side of the wolves, chopping wood and cutting ice to fill his stomach.
Sadness makes me sad.
Entering Taihang Mountain at dawn on July 1 (Li He)
Around the mountains and autumn all night, the fragrance is green.
The new bridge leans against the clouds, waiting for the insects to hiss.
Luonan is far away now. Who knows it?
How sad the stone is, old Sally is like a short cymbal.
Poems describing Taihang Mountain II
On the way to the Yellow River, Qi wrote thirteen poems (Gao Shi).
Sichuan is often extremely eye-catching, and now the world is idle. Sail with the sunset and sign the road with Changshan.
If relatives and friends are in the sky, they can't be contacted. I am very happy here, between the storm and the storm.
Early in the morning, in the middle reaches of the river, Yu's home was full of Zhu Ting. Where did the oriole come from? They live alone.
No one can see the sound of flying, and it's worth drinking pecks. Yun Han's knowledge is solid, but Hu Wei is not light.
The savage's head was all white, and he suddenly came to me. Holding a green bamboo pole, on the water at sunset.
Although old and beautiful, although poor and idle. After 30 years of fishing, the center has no direction.
The south is on the sliding table, but it faces Wangjiang. Bamboo trees are caught in flowing water, and isolated cities are facing distant mountains.
Read Zichuan road wide, envy Sha Ou leisure. I miss leaving that place for a long time, but I still haven't heard from you.
East into the Yellow River, as far as the eye can see. Looking at the Taihang Mountain in the north, I spent half a day.
Mountains and rivers set each other off, and the depth is unpredictable. Since ancient times, talented people have come forth in large numbers, and we have never met.
Climb the slide in autumn, the stage is high, and it is dusk in autumn. Walking alone is neither pleasant nor boring.
Jin and Song Dynasties were depressed, and Qiang and Hu scattered. There was no strategy at that time, so this is the border defense.
Soldiers are diligent and mountains and rivers are solid. Take up your leisure, enjoy your eyes and feel hurt.
A few days ago, I drifted on a long voyage. The north wind blows Wan Li, and the south geese can't be counted.
Back in Fang Haoran, clouds of sand came back together.
It's far from here. You can see it if you lean up. Looking at Seoul from a distance, Cui Wei is on the high mountain.
The past days have not been measured, and people have no direction. Tu Youyou is called Hou Wang, and the dragon and snake compete for hegemony.
Remember to kill more and take care of this miserable life. Sunda, we have to be idle.
Sichuan is graceful, and clouds of sand has no history. The ancient weir is opposite to the branch of the river, and the long forest is out of the mouth.
It's not my intention to go alone. I have been to the East for a long time. Who knows that when you are in a hurry, you start drinking Chinese wine again.
Chao came from the north shore and moored in the south river. Try * * * barbaric words and deeply feel the suffering of farmers.
Although it was thin last autumn, it hasn't rained this summer. Hard days, rent and tax.
Garden vegetables are empty and sparse, and the industry is insufficient. I still have a heart to offer Qin, and I see the Lord for no reason.
The vast Hunhe River has accumulated water, and the ancient river is near the river. So open-minded, and Korean traces follow suit.
Kandy gushes, but Feng Yi is ruthless. Excited Fuling levee, Dongjun is even more sad.
The son of heaven suddenly lost, and all officials accepted it. I have no plans to build a house, and I pray like a god.
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