"Spring Hope"
[Tang Dynasty] Du Fu The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. I am moved to tears by the flowers, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming (zān).
"The Art of Gold and Knife"
Song Dynasty Lu You's "Gold and Knife and White Jade Dress" shine through the windows at night. The husband has not yet accomplished his fifty years of service, so he picks up the sword and takes care of Bahuang alone. Jinghua has made friends with all kinds of wonderful people, and their spirits and energy are matched by life and death. Shameless and nameless in the annals of history for thousands of years, I repay the emperor with a heart of loyalty. When you came to join the army, you were at the Hanbin, where the Nanshan Mountains were covered with snow and rugged jade. Woohoo! Although the three households of Chu were able to overthrow Qin, how could China be empty and deserted?
"Yong Yu Le · Nostalgia for the Past in Guting, Bei Jingkou" · Xin Qiji
Throughout the ages, there is no hero to be found, and Sun Zhong seeks a place. On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived. I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
Yuanjia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won the hasty visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum. Who can ask: Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?
"The River is Red" Yue Fei of the Southern Song Dynasty was so angry that he was leaning against the railing, and the misty rain stopped. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and it will be so sad! The shame of Jingkang is still not over. The hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed! Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain. The ambition is to eat the meat of the Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of the Huns when they are thirsty. Waiting to start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.
"Shuilongyin·Dengjiankang Shangxin Pavilion" Xin Qiji of the Southern Song Dynasty The Chu sky is thousands of miles clear, and the water goes with the sky and the autumn is boundless. The eyes are far away, offering sorrow and hatred, jade hairpin and snail bun. The sunset above the building, in the sound of broken bells, wanderers from the south of the Yangtze River. I looked at Wu Gou and took pictures of the railings, but no one understood me. Don't say that the perch is worthy of the kuài. When the west wind blows, the season eagle has not returned yet? Asking for fields and houses, I am afraid that I will be embarrassed to see you, Liu Lang is talented. It's a pity that the passing years, the sorrow and wind and rain, the trees are still like this.
Who calls Qian, with red scarf and green sleeves, to find heroic tears