The corner of the painting cracked with a loud noise, and Xiong Hu became stupid and frightened. -Ming Lu Xiangsheng, "The fisherman is proud, scratching his head for heaven."
Blowing the horn of March, the high-pitched voice tore the quiet world, the wolf-like army was ready to go, and the fierce momentum frightened the enemy.
A pot of turbid wine likes to meet, and many things in ancient and modern times are all in a joke-Yang Mingshen's Linjiang Fairy, Rolling the Yangtze River and Crossing Water East.
It is rare to meet an old friend, so I warm a pot of mud wine and talk over it. The troubles that have plagued the world through the ages are just a joke in wine.
Look at the empty valley in Sichuan, with flags moving. Pride, fight all your life. -Jin Yuanhao asked "Shui Long Yin"
In the quiet valley, the flag of the garrison fluttered, and only Ma Si people drank it, as if they had always been winners.
Fast causeway, ten thousand crossbows, thousands of riding in Hiraoka, rolling waves, fish and dragons night. -Jin Wangwo's "Water Dragon Hidden"
There are already countless crossbows on the long embankment. On the plain, the horses galloped like lightning, the horseshoes trodden, and the dust rolled like waves. This is really a night that scares both dragons and fish.
In my life, I love bagpipes in the north and south of the Yangtze River. -Huang Songting Jian's Niannujiao Breaking the Rainbow Rain
I think I have been wandering all my life, and listening to the flute in the wind is my favorite thing.