The flames of bonfires in Kyoto, Chang 'an City, crude gas oil. Leaving the palace, the general will assume the command; Surrounding the enemy and attacking the city, the elite cavalry are extremely brave.
The snow is dark and the flag is painted, and the wind is ringing. I'd rather be a junior officer to fight for my country than a white-faced scholar who only engraved his chapter.
Drinking the bright moon alone (I)-Li Bai
Flowers in the next pot of wine, no friends, drink alone. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people.
The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring.
The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. Wake up and be happy together, and disperse after drunkenness.
I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
Three Poems of Qiangzhai (Ⅲ) —— Du Fu
The crowd was screaming and the guests were fighting with the chickens. Drive the chicken to the tree, and only then can you hear the sound of chopping wood.
Four or five elders asked me about my long trip. Every hand is lifted, and mud and sand are falling.
Don't say that the wine tastes weak, and there is no cultivation in the millet field. The war has not stopped, and the children have already marched eastward.
Please sing an old song for your father and feel sorry for your hardships. After singing, I sighed and cried.
Climbing the Building-Du Fu
Flowers are close to tall buildings and far away from my hometown. I am very sad. There are disasters everywhere in this country, so I climbed up to see them. The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable.
The imperial court, like the North Star, will not change in the end, and the Western Hills of Kohl will not invade Tibet. However, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor at dusk and talked with Fu Liang at sunset.
Song of Running Horse River Farewell to Feng, General of the Western Expedition
Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven. On the night of the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower and the valley, and the valley was full of broken boulders like pecking rice, which went down and forward with the wind. Zheng Fei, Huang Ma, west of Jinshan, where smoke and dust gather, general of China army, start your campaign! . Wear your armor all night and let your soldiers March with rumbling weapons! And the sharp tip of the wind cuts his face like a knife. The sweat of snow evaporates on horseback, freezing the pattern of five-flowered coins, your challenge from the camp, and the ink bottle from the ice. It has cooled the heart of the barbarian leader, and you will no longer need a real battle! We are waiting for the news of victory in Xiguan! .
"Move to Languan on the left to show my grandnephew"-Han Yu
A letter is typed in the sky, and eight thousand in Chaozhou Road in the evening. If you want to eliminate disasters for the wise, you are willing to decline and cherish the old!
Where is the home of Yunheng Qinling? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress. Knowing that you came all the way, you should have done it on purpose so that I could collect the bones by the river.
Feel the full moon-Bai Juyi
Since the Henan War, water transportation has been blocked, there has been famine everywhere, and our brothers have also been displaced, each in one place. Because of the feeling of looking at the moon, I talked about my book and gave it to the Fuliang brothers, Yu Qian brothers and Wujiang brothers, as well as Liv and his brothers and sisters.
The family business is in a year of disaster, and the brothers are scattered.
After the war, the countryside was deserted and the flesh and blood fled to a foreign land.
The injured shadow is like a lonely wild goose, wandering like a broken-rooted autumn canopy.
* * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing.
Yanmen Taishou He Hangli
Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold. In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.
The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy. I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death.
"Fu-Send Bao Haoran to East Zhejiang"-Wang Guan
Water looks like a beautiful woman's eyes, like a beautiful frown. If you want to ask pedestrians where to go, your eyebrows are shining.
Take the spring water and send you back. If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring.
Another Cloud-Xia Wanchun
Three years as an anti-Qing soldier, defeated and imprisoned. Endless tears, who says the world is wide?
I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown. On the day when the ghost man and soul are waiting to return, the spirit wants to see their homeland.