Xin Qiji
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to turn over the Great Wall, and the enemy is on the battlefield in autumn.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. It's in vain.
Xin Qiji's
The moon on the horizon rose to the top of the tree, scaring away the magpies perched on the branches.
The cool evening breeze seems to have spread to cicadas in the distance.
In the fragrance of rice and flowers, people talk about the harvest of a year, and frogs croak in their ears, as if in a bumper harvest year.
In the old days, Maodian was near the forest, and the road turned to the stream bridge.
Most of Xin Qiji's works in his later years have strong local characteristics and local flavor. There are many works similar to this "Xijiang Moon":
Qingpingle villager ju
The thatched roof of the hut is low and small, and the stream is covered with green grass.
Drunk Wu local drunk, gentle voice, white-haired old man who is it?
The eldest son is weeding in the bean field on the east side of the stream, and the second son is busy knitting chicken cages.
I like children and scoundrels best, lying on the head of the stream peeling lotus flowers.
Xi Jiang Yue Xiu Zi Cao paid for his family affairs.
Everything is fleeting, and after a hundred years, another village will emerge.
What is the most suitable now? Drunk, swimming, sleeping.
Take advantage of the early eager opportunity to accept and pay more.
Nai Weng is still in charge of something, bamboo tube mountain tube water.
Quail day
I'm lazy in spring. Why not go for a stroll for two or three drinks?
The benefits of the mountain are still tired, and the poetry is not exhausted.
Carry bamboo sticks, wear more shoes, vermilion powder and Artemisia scoparia.
Whose cold food is a loving mother girl? Laughter and laughter come up.
The theme of partridge day is cabin.
Chickens and ducks flock together and don't close the door at night. Sang Ma grows more than the roof.
I don't care about anything, I envy rural life very much; Don't eat anything, just eat.
The new willow and the old sandbar flowed last year to combat the flow.
Since I said I have children here, I'll hire Zhou instead of Kim.