Cen Can
Don't you see: walking along the snow by the sea,
Sand in the desert, yellow flies to heaven. On the night of the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower.
And valleys, full of broken boulders like pecking measures, down, forward, with the wind.
Despite the gray grass, Tatar horses are plump, and on the west side of Jinshan, smoke and dust gather.
General of China's army, start your battle! . Wear your armor all night,
Let your soldiers go forward with weapons! And the sharp tip of the wind cuts his face like a knife.
The sweat of the snow evaporated on horseback, freezing the pattern of the five-flowered coin.
Your challenge from the camp comes from an ice ink bottle. Let the savage chief's heart become cold,
You will no longer need a real fight! We are waiting for the news of victory in Xiguan! .
A song of snow sent Tian Shuji Wu home.
Cen Can
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The bow becomes stiff, it is almost impossible to pull it out, and it is difficult to protect your iron clothes.
The desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
Chunjiang moonlit night
Zhang
Lian Haiping is in the spring tide, and the bright moon on the sea is born in the tide.
I drift thousands of miles, where there is no moonlight by the river?
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flower forest like graupel.
Frost flows in the air, you can't fly, but you can't see the white sand on the pavilion.
There is no dust in the sky on the river, and there is a lonely moon in the sky.
Who saw the moon by the river for the first time? When did Jiang Yue take the photo at the beginning of the year?
Life is endless from generation to generation, and Jiang Yue is only similar year after year.
I don't know who Jiang Yue is waiting for, but I see the Yangtze River delivering water.
The white clouds have gone, and Qingfeng is at a loss.
Who will go boating tonight? Where do you miss Mingyue Building?
Poor people wander upstairs for the moon, so they should leave someone to fill the mirror.
The curtain of the jade pot could not be rolled up, but it was brushed back on the anvil.
At this time, I don't know each other. I hope China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies in the sky, and fish Long Qian jumps in the water.
Last night, I dreamed that the idle pool had fallen, and the poor spring had not returned.
In spring, the river flows away, and the pond falls in the moon and the west.
The slanting moon hides the sea fog, and Jieshi Xiaoxiang Road is infinite.
I wonder how many people will return every month. Falling flowers shake trees all over the river.
The representative work of Yuefu poetry in the Southern Dynasties, Western Zhou Qu
Recalling Mei's trip to the Western Zhou Dynasty,
Send plums to Jiangbei.
Single shirt apricot red,
The young color of a crow with two legs.
Where is Xixi Jiao?
The two oars on board can be placed at the ferry pier of the Kau Xizhou Bridge.
At dusk, shrike flew in,
The wind blows the ebony tree.
Under the tree, in front of the door,
There is dew on the door.
Open the door,
Go out to pick red lilies.
Lotus picking in autumn in Nantang,
Lotus has been raised above its head.
Bow your head and be a lotus seed,
Lotus seeds are as green as water.
Put it in the lotus chest sleeve,
Lotus plums are all red.
I don't remember Mandy,
Looked up at Hong Fei.
Hongfei flew all over Xizhou,
Wang Lang went to a brothel.
The building is too high to see,
The end of the railing.
Twelve songs on the railing,
His hands are as bright as jade.
The shutter is hanging high in the air,
The sea is shaking green.
The dream at sea is long,
You worry about me, too.
Nanfeng knows what I mean,
Dream of Xizhou.
Maple leaf halfway up the mountain, maple leaf poetic!