Put pen to paper shocks the wind and rain, and poetry becomes tears.
Caotang is reserved for future generations, and poets write about the future.
Only the Ministry of Industry was called America, and the poet of that day had no theory.
Du's difficulty mountain, when he left his hometown and left Gansu and Sichuan, was pushed to Shuiyue after finishing his poem, and there was almost no movement.
Later generations, as poets, make me feel a little empty.
Du Li's articles are in full swing.
It's always in the layout, and it's multi-rhyme, big or a thousand words, hundreds of times.
The article is immortal, and loyalty and righteousness are thought-provoking.
The Central Plains didn't get a peace report, and the drunken eyebrows saved the world.
Even if it is thirty cars, you can't donate a word.