(Tang)
Go south to Jieshi Museum and see Huang Jintai.
The mountain is full of trees. Is Wang Zhao here?
The map is gone now, and the horse has been driven back.
Batavia on Yanmenguan Line
Li He (Tang)
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 horn sounded all over the sky, and the jam (a piece of "soil") swallowed fat and coagulated purple at 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.
Huang Jintai
Year: Song Author: Chen Changshi
I swallowed in the middle of the platform, and it was easy to get out of the water.
Huai zai Yan Zhaowang, recruit other scholars all over the world.
Scholars know each other, so it's not much money.
Building a platform to buy gold is naturally the heart of the king.
Huang Jintai
Wang Bi (Ming)
Here, the gold can be extended, and the eyes are flat and the setting sun is oblique.
Water flows around Yicheng, and Tian Lian is a farmer.
Cloudy trees, foggy, sunny and rainy.
The ruins of ancient Huangtai still exist, and the west wind and willows gather in west Western jackdaw.
Saline soil nostalgia
Yue Zheng (Ming)
The governor is wild and overgrown with weeds, and the old town of Yangguanggong is flat.
Where is the autumn wind and Xiao Shui? The lugou moon at midnight says it all.
After several changes, Jing Qing's career is still in vain.
It seems strange that gold is not on the high platform. Land prices have been low all these years.
Huang Jintai
Jiang Chao (Qing)
The grass was buried by the chicken feet spring, and Gao Jing did not bear the weight of Yantai.
I don't know where the horse bones are buried, and the wind and rain sing and mourn every night.