Although drunk, we lit a lamp to see the scenery.
When awake, we heard the sound of horns from one tent to another.
Give the roast beef to your people.
Fifty strings turn, the great wall is born outside.
Soldiers on the battlefield in autumn
Lu Feifei, it's made of horses.
Bow like a bolt from the blue
The great task of trying to replace the country cost the emperor his position.
Have a reputation passed down from generation to generation.
But alas! White hair is growing!
Change reduction
There were moons in the Qin dynasty, and the past dynasties took pictures of the border States. It is a waste of time to stop smoking, and it is cold.
Guanshan and tears, roundness and homesickness. It is difficult to send a plum flower to the faucet.
Du Fu in Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night
Good rain knows the season, when spring comes.
Sneak into the night with the wind, moisten things silently.
The wild path is dark, and the river is bright.
Look at the red and wet place, the flowers in Jinguancheng are heavy.
early spring
Han Yu
The rain in Tianjie is as slippery as crisp,
The color of the grass is close in the distance, but not at all.
The biggest advantage is that one spring,
It's better than the smoke willow in the imperial city.
South of quatrains
The shade of ancient wood is a short awning, and the stick thistle helps me cross the east of the bridge.
The clothes are wet and the apricot blossoms are raining, and the face is not cold.
Farewell poem
To Wang Lun and Li Bai.
Li Bai will want to travel by boat.
Suddenly I heard singing on the shore.
Peach Blossom Pond is deep in thousands of feet.
Not as good as Wang Lun.
See Meng Haoran again on Li Bai's way to Yangzhou.
My old friend resigned from the Yellow Crane Tower,
Fireworks fell in Yangzhou in March.
Lonely sails, distant shadows, blue sky,
I only saw the Yangtze River flowing in the sky.
Farewell Xin Jian at the Lotus Pavilion
Wang Changling
Cold rain at night, Wu,
Pingming sends tourists to Gushan Chu.
If relatives and friends in Luoyang ask each other,
A piece of ice is in the jade pot.
Poetry describing war
Liangzhou Ci William Wang
Wine luminous glass,
If you want to drink pipa, hurry up.
Don't laugh when you are drunk on the beach.
Since ancient times, how many people have returned from distant battles?
Lihe Yanmen Taishouhang
Dark clouds crushed the city and destroyed it.
The light shines on the sun,
Horn sounded all over the sky in autumn,
Stuffed with swallow fat to coagulate night purple;
Half a roll of red flag is near Yishui,
The frost is heavy and cold,
I thank you on the golden platform,
Take Yulong to death.
Border songs
Lipper
The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass.
Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality.
The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night.
I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country.
Poems describing patriotic feelings
Du Fu's Hope in Spring
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Lu You's "Xiuer"
When you die, you know everything is empty.
But I'm sad to see Kyushu.
Julian Waghann Beiding Zhongyuan Day,
Family sacrifices will not be forgotten.
Wen Tianxiang's Crossing the Zero Ocean
Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.
Poetry describing the spring breeze
He Zhang's Liu Yong:
Jasper dressed up as a tree,
Ten thousand green silk threads hang down.
I don't know who to cut,
The spring breeze in February is like scissors.
Chunfang thought
Spring breeze is too busy,
A willow laity with long lace;
Using swallows as mud bees to make honey,
It's raining and sunny in Mao Mao.
Xiao Chunmeng Haoran
In the spring morning, I woke up easily.
Birds are singing everywhere around me.
But now I remember that night, that storm,
I wonder how many flowers have been broken.