Spark Youlong, bright sea, flag of spring. East shuttle west arrow, He Lang surging.
As if the city can't be opened at night, Jin Wu is even forbidden to relax at night. Try your best to win, wild and unrestrained, tears streaming down your face.
Part of teaching. Sleeping restlessly, drums thundering and firecrackers ringing. Infinite, life is far away.
Who can get drunk and worry? Still standing there, romantic occasion, proud for thousands of years.
Du Fu's Hope in Spring
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Li Qingzhao's "Summer quatrains"
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.
Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.