chivalrous
Tang? Li Bai
leans drunk and crosses the official road, lying in the imperial capital with books.
The moon is full of autumn geese's blood, and the sound of ancient cicadas is broken.
the green fields are hung with wind and dew, and the blue lights shine on the guqin.
from what? It is still a water dragon.
Confucian chivalry
Tang Li Bai
Iron horses shine on mountains and rivers, cold clothes accompany Chu songs.
The book reads the moonlight, and Mo Yun plays in Qiu Si.
the funeral of the sword is mournful, and the flowers are late.
what did you send it from? How can catkins be picked up?
Jing Ke
Song Xujun
Dan Xin has a negative reputation, and he caresses the proud heroes.
The sword reflects the Qin Dou moon, and the wind whistling easily makes water clouds.
a sad song turns into a smile, and strong liquor travels a thousand times.
Cast a sword as a folding sword, and you and I will be heroes. ?
Li Bai in a dream
Du Fu in Tang Dynasty
In my dream, I knew that it was a poetic immortal, so I ordered Qingfeng to drink on credit
and asked if I could drink a thousand cups? Laugh and answer with Taibai
take off your coat Bo wrote about the Spring and Autumn Period, willing to be a prisoner of Du Kang
A great talent to help the world, and the economy not to leave for the prince and grandson
Yunhan is majestic and will be drunk, and tang style will chase you back to persuade you
It's less than half a joke, and the spring breeze pipa doesn't have to rush
to lead a song and lie drunk in the east, and I don't know that the sunset is full of wine
Autumn moon in my hometown
Are you afraid of the death of youth? White hair can especially sing songs of Chu
Qin Guan and Han are all romantic, and they all become poems when they enter your sleeves
When you are drunk, you will go away, and you will sing songs and turn colorful clouds
You will feel a dream when you push your pillow. Especially in my ears, my father is singing
Hao Xia is drunk
There are several cups of flowers and wine in the moonlight, and the uneven figure attacks the flowers and falls
The Iraqis laugh at the flowers and wine and scatter seven-step poems, and the flowers are self-injured
The mountain wind blows the wild flowers and howling in the valley, and the flowers come from the mountains at lonely night
The rivers and lakes are full of flowers and flowers, and all kinds of chivalrous feelings are romantic, and romantic, and they are buried alone
Dance rewards me, lonely leaves, flowers and flowers are hard to be elegant
Langtianya is quiet and fragrant, and the north wind and Hu Di songs are high and crazy, and the flowers and flowers in the north are also cool
Bitter wine is full of Zui Xiang Langgao wine, and the wine is shaking and watering the flowers, and the flowers are full
The wind blows away the fragrance of Ye Fei, and no one is empty and buried with the wind.
The flowers are too fragrant, but they have not been in bud for three years, and they have left home alone. Only the Iraqis want to
Fragrance
The fragrance is too fragrant to smell, and the waves are dizzy, and the elegant wild mountains rush across the north wind to send Hu Xiang
The fragrance is too fragrant, and the frost has not fallen, and the residual fragrance has been eaten all over the ground, leaving the fragrance of the past alone
The pine is swaying, fluttering around the sand, and the heart of the piano is proud.
Faithful souls are far away, shining all over the world. Flowers bloom and fall, and clouds are misty.
It's a cold moon, and I'm all the way to fenglingdu. I wake up drunk at dusk, and my soul flies.
Xiangzhong is lonely, thinking of the sky, dreaming of broken dreams, tears of heroes.
chivalrous?
Zhao Kemao Hu Ying, Wu Gou Shuang Xueming.
the silver saddle shines on the white horse, and it is like a meteor.
it takes ten steps to kill one person, but a thousand miles doesn't leave a line.
I brushed off my clothes and went deep into hiding.
Have a leisurely drink in Xinling, and take off your sword and knees.
I will urge Zhu Hai to persuade Hou Ying.
three cups of turano, five mountains are light.
after dizziness and ear fever, the mood is bright.
Handan was shocked to save Zhao's golden hammer.
two strong men in a thousand years will be named Liangliang City.
Even if you die a chivalrous man, you will not be ashamed of the world.
who can write your Excellency, Bai shou Xuan Jing.
for wine
I don't hesitate to buy a treasure knife, and it's just as good to exchange mink and fur for wine.
a cavity full of blood is diligent and precious, and it can still be turned into a blue peach if spilled.
watch Gong Sundaniang's disciples dance swords and perform
there lived years ago the beautiful Gongsun, who, dancing with her dagger, drew from all four quarters.
an audience like mountains lost among themselves, heaven and earth moved back and forth, following her motions.
which were bright as when the Archer shot the nine suns down the sky, and rapid as angels before the wings of dragons.
she began like a thunderbolt, venting its anger, and ended like the shining calm of rivers and the sea.
but vanished are those red lips and those pearly sleeves, and none but this one pupil bears the perfume of her fame.
this beauty from Linying, at the Town of the White God, dancing still and singing in the old blithe way.
and while we reply to each other's questions, we sigh together, saddened by changes that have come.
there were eight thousand ladies in the late Emperor's court, but none could dance the dagger-dance like Lady Gongsun.
fifty years have passed, like the turning of a palm, the wind and dust shook the royal family.
The disciples of Liyuan are scattered in smoke, there are one or two girl-musicians now trying to charm the cold Sun.
there are man-size trees by the Emperor's Golden Tomb, Qutang Shicheng grass is bleak.
the song is done, the slow string and quick pipe have ceased, at the height of joy, sorrow comes with the eastern moon rising.
and I, a poor old man, not knowing where to go, must harden my feet on the lone hills, toward sickness and despair.
a poem for captain Cai?
Cai Ziyong is a compulsive, bending his bow and shooting at Hu. Athletes would rather fight to death, while strong men are ashamed of Confucianism.
the official is a pioneer, and the material edge challenges him. A bird is too light, and a gun is urgent.
the cloud curtain goes with the mansion, and the spring city goes to Shangdu. The horse's head is golden and the humpback brocade is fuzzy.
it's just a stone's throw from Yunshan road, and you can fly to Qinghai corner. Shanggong is still fond of tin, and it is a sudden and precursor.
Han made the Yellow River far away, and white wheat withered in Liangzhou. Because you asked for information, fortunately Ruan Yuanyu.