Six Poems of Yuefu Xia Sai
The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass.
Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality.
The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night.
I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country.
When the heavenly soldiers go to the Great Northern Wilderness, they will drink flax in the south.
It is a great honor to walk from one battlefield to another.
Holding Xue Hai rice, blowing sand to sleep.
Why not break the moon and lift the pillow again?
Ma Rufeng, whip the bridge.
Bend the bow to bid farewell to the moon, insert feathers and break the arrogance of the sky.
The array disappears, and the sea fog disappears.
When he successfully drew Lin Ting, he was unique to Huopiao Yao.
White horse Kinsey, clouds of sand around the dream.
This is a sad festival, and I remember the distant border town.
In autumn, the window of fireflies is full, and the moon frost is late.
Destroy the leaves of plane trees and the branches of Xiao Sa begonia.
I never saw you, and I didn't know myself until I burst into tears.
Sailu takes advantage of autumn, and the heavenly soldiers leave the Han family.
The generals are divided into tigers and bamboos, and the soldiers are divided into Wolongsha.
With the bow shadow on the moon, Shuang Hu blows the sword flowers.
Jade can't get in, and young women don't grow up.
The bonfire moves the desert and shines on the clouds in the spring.
Emperor Xian of Han raised his sword and called General Li.
The soldiers are angry in the sky, and the drums are at the bottom.
With courage, the devil's breath will be clean in the first world war.
Du Fu is even worse.
spring scenery
Du Fu
Although a country is divided, mountains and rivers last forever, and the spring of trees and grass is back.
Petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing their sadness.
After three months of war, a piece of news from home is worth a ton of gold.
I stroke my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins.
Du Mu
. County zhaiduzui
Did you plan for your wife and didn't go to the mountains to hide? All my life, I am willing to mend clothes. Xiange teaches Zhao Yan, and Lan Zhi bathes in Hehuang. When the fishy smell is swept away, it is fierce. Those who live and sleep live a long life, and farmers and mulberry are rich.