By going up the mountain on a bright day, we scanned the sky for a war-the torch was drinking horses in the suburban river near dusk. When the throbbing watch drum hung in the sand wind, we heard the guitar of the Chinese princess tell her that there were endless sad wild clouds, snow and snow all over the world continued, even in the desert, their cries, wild geese flying from night to night, and Tatar children had many tears to shed. But I heard that Yuguan was still besieged, and soon we gambled on our light chariot. Every year, our bones were buried in the wilderness, and we saw peach trees in the Han family.
In the faint moonlight, wild geese are flying, and the Tatar chiefs are fleeing in the dark. We chase them, the horses are light, and our bows and swords are covered with snow.
When I heard the wanderer singing a farewell song, I crossed the river with a slight frost at the beginning of last night. The dawn of Guancheng was surrounded by the darkness of Yinshan Mountain, and the crow of wild geese drove my sad heart away from the cold. At dusk, the laundry cangue in the garden quickens its pace, and the months and years are wasted here? , Chang 'an amusement park.
Whose boat is it tonight? Where is the acacia moon building? The moon stays on the poor people upstairs. It should be taken care of by someone else's cosmetic mirror. Yumen curtain won't roll up. You can't brush on the anvil. At this time, it is opposite. It should be taken care of month by month. Long Qianjue jumped into the water. Last night, he jumped into the water and dreamed of falling flowers. He didn't go home in spring. He wants to do anything in the river. The moon falls in the river and in the west. I don't know how to do it.
Well, what do you mean? How to stay in the stable? Do these tears in "Exile" mean that all the monkeys in the grain are crying, or do they mean that the geese in Hengshan are returning the news? The Qingfeng River and Shangqiu Fan are far away, and there are only a few old trees near the White God City, but this year will definitely make us full of grace and cheer up, and we will meet again soon! .
I was alone in the hotel, lonely and sad under the cold lamp. I meditated on the past when I was awakened by a stray wild goose and woke up from a vague dream at dawn. I read the news from my hometown a year later. I remember that the moon was like smoke on the river, and a fishing boat was moored there under my door.