Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital. Cen Shen
The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and it snows in August.
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.
The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and cold.
The vast sea is covered with hundreds of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.
The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, as well as playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes.
The snow falls one after another at the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold.
I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.
You can't be seen on the mountain winding road, leaving a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow.
Zuomachuan is walking to send the doctor Feng off for the Western Expedition. Cen Shen
Don’t you see that Zumachuan is walking by the snowy seaside, and the flat sand is luxuriantly yellow into the sky.
The wind roars on the September night in Luntai, and the gravel in the river is as big as a bucket, and the rocks are scattered all over the ground in the wind.
The Xiongnu grass is yellow and the horses are fat, smoke and dust are flying in the west of Jinshan Mountain, and the generals of the Han family are marching west.
The general did not take off his golden armor at night, and the troops fought against each other in the middle of the night, and the limelight was cut like a knife.
The horse hair is covered with snow and sweat is steaming, the five-flowered money is swirled into ice, and the grass and inkstone in the curtain are condensed with water.
The captive cavalry should be frightened when they hear this. Unexpectedly, they do not dare to fight against the enemy, and the chariot driver Ximen stands still to show off his victory.
Yu Jia Ao (Autumn Thoughts) Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in autumn is unique. The geese left Hengyang without paying attention. Sounds echoed from all sides. Thousands of miles. The long smoke sets and the lone city closes.
A glass of wine can make a difference. Yan Ran has no plan to return. Qiang Guan is covered with frost all over the ground. People can't sleep. The general's hair is white and his husband is in tears.
Jiang Chengzi, Mizhou Hunting Su Shi
I am talking about being a teenager, holding a yellow hand on the left, holding a blue sky on the right, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur, and thousands of horses riding high. In order to repay Qingcheng, I followed the prefect, shot tigers myself, and watched Sun Lang.
It doesn’t matter if your chest and courage are still open after drinking a lot of wine; there is a slight frost on your temples. In the cloud of Chijie, when will Feng Tang be sent? He can hold the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.
Nian Nujiao, Chibi Nostalgia, Su Shi
The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages.
On the west side of the fortress, the human path is: Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms.
Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves hit the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up.
The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time.
I think back to Gong Jin’s time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome.
Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the boats and oars disappeared into ashes.
My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early.
Life is like a dream, a statue returns to the moon.
The river is red, Yue Fei
He is so angry that the rain breaks down where he leans on the railing.
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 for your young man’s head to turn gray, feeling empty and sad.
Jingkang’s shame has not yet been revealed;
When will the hatred of the ministers be eliminated!
Driving a long car through the gap in Helan Mountain.
Aspirations eat Hun meat when hungry,
laugh and talk about drinking Hun blood when they are thirsty.
Waiting to clean up the old mountains and rivers from scratch, facing the sky.
Yong Yule·Jingkou Beigu Pavilion Nostalgic for the Past·Xin Qiji
Throughout the ages, there is no hero to be found, and Sun Zhong seeks a place. On the dance 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 remember those days when we were fierce and powerful, and we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger. Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won a hurried 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?
Broken Array by Xin Qiji
While drunk, I lit up the lamp to read the sword, and dreamed of blowing the trumpet company camp. Eight hundred miles away, the troops under his command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings turning outside the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield being ordered in autumn. The horse moves very fast, and the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain!
Will be drinking wine
Li Bai
If you don’t see it, the water of the Yellow River will come up from the sky.
Run to the sea and never return.
Don’t you see, the bright mirror in the high hall has sad white hair,
The morning is like blue silk, and the evening turns to snow.
If you are happy in life, you must have all the fun.
Don’t let the golden cup stand empty against the moon.
I am born with talents that will be useful,
I will come back after all my gold is gone.
It is fun to cook sheep and slaughter cattle.
You have to drink three hundred cups at a time.
Master Cen, Dan Qiusheng,
You are about to drink, don’t stop.
A song with you,
Please listen to me.
Bells, drums, delicacies and jade are not expensive,
I hope I will stay drunk and not wake up.
All the sages in ancient times were lonely,
Only the drinkers left their names.
In the old days, King Chen had a banquet,
and had a lot of fun and banquets.
What does the master mean by saying that he has less money?
It is up to you to sell at your own discretion.
The five-flowered horse and the golden fur,
The call will be exchanged for fine wine,
I will sell the eternal sorrow with you.
Farewell to Xuanzhou Xie Tiaolou, Li Bai
Those who abandon me will not be able to stay yesterday, and those who disturb my heart will be troubled today.
The long winds send autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building.
The Penglai article is built with bones in mind, with small Xie in the middle and clear hair.
We are all full of joy and hope, and want to go up to the sky to embrace the bright moon.
Cut the knife to cut off the water, the water will flow more, and raise a cup to relieve the sorrow and sorrow.
Life is unsatisfactory, and the Ming Dynasty is full of people looking for a boat.
Traveling is Difficult Li Bai
Golden bottles of fine wine are worth ten thousand dollars, while jade platters of treasures are worth tens of thousands of dollars.
I stopped eating and threw chopsticks. I drew my sword and looked around at a loss.
The Yellow River is blocked by ice, and the mountains of Taihang are covered with snow.
I was fishing on the Bixi River in my spare time, and suddenly I was riding a boat and dreaming of the sun.
The journey is difficult, the journey is difficult, and there are many divergent paths, but now I am at peace.
Wang Changling on the Military March
The long clouds in Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.
The yellow sand will wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.