Conongjunxing (Yang Jiong Tang) The beacon light shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy. Yazhang bid farewell to Fengque, and the iron cavalry circled Dragon City. The snow is dark, the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is heavy with the sound of drums. It is better to be a centurion than a scholar.
Drinking alone under the moon (Li Bai) A pot of wine among the flowers, drinking alone without any blind date. Raise a glass to invite the bright moon, and make three people in the shadows. The moon doesn't know how to drink, and its shadow follows me. For now, the moon will be shadowed, and we must have fun until spring. My singing moon lingers, my dancing shadows are scattered. They make love together when they are awake, but they separate when they are drunk. We will travel together forever, and we will meet each other in Miao Yunhan.
Three Poems of Qiang Village (Du Fu) The chickens are crowing wildly, and the chickens are fighting when guests arrive. After driving the chickens up the trees, I heard the sound of knocking on firewood and thorns. Four or five elders asked me about my long journey. Each one has something to carry in his hand, pouring out the turbid and clearing it up. Don't say that the wine tastes weak and the millet fields are unplowed. The war has not ceased, and the children are marching eastwards. Please sing an old song for your father, it is difficult and affectionate. After singing, they looked up to the sky and sighed, all four of them burst into tears.
Climbing the tower (Du Fu) It hurts the hearts of visitors to approach a tall building. It is so difficult to climb here. The spring scenery of the Jinjiang River comes to heaven and earth, and the floating clouds of the jade barrier change the past and present. The North Pole court will never change, and the Xishan bandits will not invade each other. Unfortunately, the empress returned to the ancestral temple, and at dusk we chatted about "Yin of Liang Fu".
Zuo Ma Chuan is walking to send the doctor to set out for the Western Expedition (Li Bai). If you don’t see him, he is walking on the snowy seaside, and the flat sand is vast and yellow. The wind roared on the September night in Luntai, and the gravel in the river was as big as a bucket, and the stones were scattered all over the ground in the wind. The Xiongnu grass is yellow and the horses are fat, smoke and dust are seen flying in the west of Jinshan Mountain, and the generals of the Han family are marching west. The general's golden armor stayed on all night, and the troops fought against each other in the middle of the night. The limelight was like a knife cutting across the face. 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, knowing that the soldiers are short-distance and dare not meet them, so the military counselor Ximen stands still to show his victory.
Moving to the left, he moved to Languan to show his nephew Xiang (Han Yu) a letter to the Nine Heavens in the morning, and was demoted to Chaoyang Road eight thousand in the evening. If you want to eliminate evil things for the saint, you are willing to cherish your remaining years! Where is Yun Heng's Qinling family? The snow embraces the blue and the horse stops moving forward. I know that you came from afar with some intention, so that you can take me back to the riverside of Gumiasma.
Looking at the moon, I felt something (Bai Juyi). It was a difficult time and the desolate world was empty, and the brothers were traveling in various places. After the war, the countryside was desolate, and the bones and flesh were scattered on the road. The hanging shadow is divided into thousands of miles of wild geese, and the roots are scattered into Jiuqiu Peng. ***You should shed tears when you look at the bright moon. My heart is in the same place all night long.
Yanmen Prefect Xing (Li He, Tang Dynasty) Black clouds are pressing down on the city, about to destroy it, and the armor's light is shining towards the golden scales of the sun. The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, stuffed with swallow fat and the night is purple. A half-rolled red flag is near the Yishui River, and the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard. I will report to you on the golden platform and support the jade dragon to die for you.
Bu Suanzi sent Bao Haoran to the east of Zhejiang (Wang Guan, Song Dynasty). The water is like waves across the eye, and the mountains are like the gathering of eyebrows and peaks. If you want to ask passers-by where to go, the brows and eyes are full. Only then did I send spring back, and then sent you back. If you go to the south of the Yangtze River to catch spring, you will live with it.
Bie Yunjian (Xia Wanchun·Ming Dynasty) has detained tourists for three years, and today he is in Nanguan again. Infinite mountains and rivers tears, who said the world is broad! It is known that the road to the spring is close, and it is difficult to leave my hometown. On the day when Yipo returns, the spiritual flag can be seen in the sky. Answer supplement Untitled (Li Shangyin, Tang Dynasty) It is difficult to say goodbye when we meet, the east wind is powerless and the flowers are withered. Spring silkworms will not run out of silk until they die, and wax torches will turn to ashes before their tears dry up. The morning mirror is full of worry, but the clouds on the temples are changing, and the moonlight is cold when singing at night. There is not much way to get to Pengshan, and the blue birds are eager to visit.
Happy Meeting (Li Yu, Five Dynasties and Southern Tang Dynasty) Speechlessly, I went up to the west tower alone, the moon was like a hook, and the lonely phoenix tree locked the autumn in the deep courtyard. Continuous cutting and confusion remain, which is the sadness of separation and separation, the ordinary feeling in the heart.
Climb Feilai Peak (Wang Anshi, Northern Song Dynasty) Feilai Mountain Qianxun Pagoda, hear the rooster crow and see the sun rise. Don't be afraid of the floating clouds covering your eyes, because you are at the highest level.
Qingpingle·Village (Xin Qiji) has low thatched eaves and green grass on the stream. When drunk, Wu Yin is very charming. Whose old lady is gray-haired? The eldest son is hoeing beans to the east of the stream, while the middle son is weaving a chicken coop. What I like most is when my child dies and I lie down at the head of the stream and peel off the lotus pods.
On November 4th, there was a heavy storm (Lu You) lay down in a lonely village, not feeling sorry for himself, but still thinking about guarding Luntai for the country. In the late night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse and the glacier come into my dream. The answer is supplemented by the pine trees on Tingting Mountain from my younger brother (Liu Zhen Han), and the stroke in the Sese Valley. How loud is the sound of the wind, how strong are the branches of the pine trees. The frost is miserable, but the whole year is always upright. Wouldn't it be cold? Pines and cypresses have their own nature.
He was sent to Du Shaofu and appointed as Shuzhou (Wang Bo·Tang Dynasty). The city was in charge of assisting the Three Qin Dynasties, and the wind and smoke looked at Wujin. I want to say goodbye to you, we are both eunuchs. There are close friends in the sea, and there are neighbors in the world. If you do nothing, you will be on the wrong road, and your children will be stained with towels.
. When I climbed to Youzhou Taige (Chen Ziang, Tang Dynasty), I saw no ancient people before me, and no newcomers after me. Thinking about the long journey of heaven and earth, I shed tears with sadness.
Send Yuan Er envoy Anxi (Wang Wei) to Weicheng to see the rain and light dust, and the guesthouses are green and willow-colored. I advise you to drink a glass of wine and leave Yangguan in the west without any old friends.
In early spring, outside Zhang Shiba of the Ministry of Water (Han Yu), the light rain on Tianjie was as moist as crisp, the color of grass looked far away but not up close.
The best thing about spring is that it is better than the smoke and willows all over the imperial capital