Tang Li Bai In May, it snows in the mountains, but there are no flowers, only cold. I hear broken willows in my flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery. Fight with the golden drum at dawn, and hug the jade saddle at night. I am willing to put my sword down from my waist to kill Loulan. Spring Hope by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is covered with deep vegetation in spring. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust. When I heard that the army was taking over Henan and Hebei, Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty, it was suddenly heard outside the sword that they were taking over Jibei. When I first heard about it, my clothes were filled with tears. But seeing where his wife is worried, she writes poems and books filled with joy and joy. To sing during the day, you need to indulge in alcohol. Youth is a good companion for returning home. That is to say, it passes through Wu Gorge from Ba Gorge and then goes down to Xiangyang towards Luoyang. Thirteen Poems of Nanyuan (Part 5) Li He of the Tang Dynasty Why don't men take Wu hooks and collect the fifty states in Guanshan? Please come to Lingyan Pavilion for a while, as if you are a scholar and a marquis of ten thousand households. Leaving the Fortress Changling, King of the Tang Dynasty The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty passed the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain. Miscellaneous Songs and Songs·Young Man's Journey by Tang Linghu Chu The Xia Ming sword on his bowed back shines on the frost, and the horse walks out of Xianyang in the autumn wind. Before the emperor took over the land of Hehuang, he had no intention of looking back at his hometown. Shi'er Luyou of the Song Dynasty After his death, he knew that everything was in vain, but his sorrow was not shared by Jiuzhou. Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Naiwen during family sacrifices. On November 4th, there was a heavy storm. Lu You of the Song Dynasty lay down in a lonely village, not feeling sorry for himself, but still thinking about guarding the Luntai for the country. Late at night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. At dawn on an autumn night, I feel the coolness as I step out of the fence gate. Lu You of the Song Dynasty: Thirty thousand miles of river flows eastward into the sea, and five thousand miles of mountains reach the sky. The remaining people shed tears in the dust and looked south to see Wang Shi for another year. Illness arose from the book and Luyou of the Song Dynasty. The bones were torn apart due to illness, and the hair was wide open, and the lonely minister traveled thousands of miles to Jianggan. Although I am humble, I dare not forget about my country. The matter is settled and I still have to wait for the coffin to be closed. The gods of heaven and earth support the temple, and the elders of Beijing look forward to peace. When you start teaching, you can learn about the present and the past. You can look more closely by lighting up the lamp in the middle of the night. Book Indignation Lu You of the Song Dynasty When I was young, I knew that things were difficult in the world, and the Central Plains looked to the north like a mountain. The building boat is crossing Guazhou in the snowy night, and the iron horse disperses in the strong autumn wind. The Great Wall is empty and I promise that my hair is already faded in the mirror. A master who is truly famous in the world, no one can compare with him in thousands of years. Zhouqiao by Fan Chengda in the Song Dynasty There are Tianjies to the north and south of Zhouqiao, where old people are waiting to drive home. Holding back tears, he asked the envoy: "When will the Sixth Army really come?" Crossing the Lingding Ocean Song Wen Tianxiang After a hard encounter, only a few stars were seen in the surroundings. The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs. Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving a loyal heart to illuminate history. Jinlingyi Song Wen Tianxiang The grass leaves the palace and turns to the sunset, where can the solitary cloud drift? The scenery of the mountains and rivers remains the same, but the people in the city walls have largely changed. The ground is full of reed flowers and I am old, who will the swallows fly next to in my old home? Farewell to Jiangnan Road from now on, turning into a cuckoo and returning with blood. He Zhong Zhai Yun Song Wen Tianxiang's achievements have been scattered across the five-foot plain, and now I am embarrassed to lean on who? I bow my eyebrows to the north and see the tears of the imperial concubine, and cry my blood and fly south to look at the emperor's soul. My flesh and bones have withered but I am still there, all descriptions have changed and only my voice remains. The rivers are filled with hatred for heroes throughout the ages, and the orchids are sailing boats and the willows are sailing. Yangtze River Song Wen Tianxiang traveled to the North Sea with the wind for a few days and returned to the head of the Yangtze River. My heart is like a magnetic needle, and it will not rest until it points to the other side. Inscribed on Nanlan by Zheng Suo, Ni Zan of the Yuan Dynasty. In the autumn wind, orchids turn into grass, and the desolation of the southern country has disappeared. As long as Suo Nan's heart does not change, the tears and ink are written in Li Sao! The Japanese in the Yellow Sea boat asked for sentences and saw the map of the Russo-Japanese War. Modern and contemporary Qiu Jin traveled thousands of miles on the clouds and came back, alone in the East China Sea carrying spring thunder. I can bear to see the colors change in the picture, and I am willing to make the country fall into ruin. The wine will not dissipate and the tears of concern for the country will not go away. When it comes to rescue, we should rely on the talents of a group of people. At the cost of a hundred thousand heads and blood, the world must be restored. Qilu Modern and Contemporary Qiu Jin The woman in the clouds is not a hero, riding the wind thousands of miles eastward alone! The sails of poetry and thoughts are vast, and the three islands of dreams are full of moonlight. The bronze camel looked back in sorrow, and the sweaty horse finally felt ashamed that he had not accomplished anything. It’s so heartbreaking to feel the hatred of our family and country, and it’s hard to spend the spring breeze in a guest house.