-He Qifang
A guest came back from the Great Wall.
Said the Great Wall was like a galloping horse.
Just as the neck howled, it turned to stone.
(By whose magic, whose curse! )
The rotten grass under the hoof will sprout new buds every year.
The ancient Khan's soul lies in the sand,
Distant bones have no resentment. ...
But the Great Wall can't stop Hu Sha.
Accompanied by the desert wind outside the Great Wall
Blowing into this ancient city,
Blow the lake into ice, shake the trees,
Shook the hearts of tourists.
Step on the white stone bridge late at night
Touch the white stone tablet by the Taiye pool.
Ask everyone about herringbone willow in the future
Where is it? Nobody cares.
Sadly, this is an ancient country that wants to leave.
He stopped again, thinking there was a tall building ahead.
Leaning on the threshold ...
Lying on the ground
Sophora japonica, sad and crying.
On the pillow of Handan anti-brigade
A brief nightmare
I have tasted the ups and downs of life.
The door to listening to scary dreams has been closed,
Leaving a long cold liquid condensed on the crust.
The earth's crust is dead,
There are only a few trembling arteries left,
Ask or ask, the vibration of the distant tracks.
Escape, escape to a more desolate city,
At dusk, the broken city is far away.
It is more crowded in this northern world.
Said it was underground thunder,
Mount Tai: Eighteen tangled clouds
It's like a desperate gesture, a desperate cry.
(cursed by who, whose magic! )
You can't see the sails of the Yellow River in the sunset.
I can't see the three sacred mountains on the sea. ...
The sad world is so narrow and escape.
This ancient city. The wind turned the ice on the lake into water.
Xia Long Guli Baishuxia
Someone is drinking tea around the table again.