Li Bai
pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon, Yupan Jane is ashamed of her money.
I fling aside my food-sticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink, I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain.
I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry, the Taihang Mountain will be covered with snow.
I would sit and poise a fishing-pole, lazy by a brook, but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun.
it is hard to go, it is hard to go, many roads, where is Ann now?
I will mount a long wind some day and break the heavy waves, and set my cloudy sail straight and bridge the deep, deep sea.
although the tortoise lives
Cao Cao
although the tortoise lives, there are still times when it is over.
the snake rides the fog, and it turns out to be dust.
an old horse lurks, aiming at a thousand miles;
the martyrs are full of courage in their twilight years.
the period of surplus and contraction is not only in the sky;
you can live forever if you nourish your body.
fortunately, even, the song sings with ambition.
The river is full of red
Yue Fei
Angry hair rushes to the crown, resting on the railing and raining. Looking up, screaming at the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, it's white and sad!
Jing Kang is ashamed, but it is still snow; When will the courtiers hate it? Drive a long car and break through the lack of Helan Mountain. Hungry to eat pork, laughing and thirsty to drink Hun blood. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky!