9 ancient poems with 1 words.

Nian Nujiao's red cliff is nostalgic for river of no return, and he is a romantic figure through the ages. In the west of the old camp, people said that it was the battle of the three kingdoms, the battle of the red cliff. The steep rock walls, such as the thunder of the waves against the river bank, the waves of spray like to roll up tens of millions of snow. The majestic river shan qi, such as the picture, how many heroic heroes emerge at a time. Thinking back in the days of Zhou Yu's spring breeze, beautiful beautiful young Joe just married him, his heroic heroic spirit full of. Hand feather fan head in a white figure, laugh and talk, the enemy's warships burn the ashes. I am fugue today in the battlefield, I am feeling the a feeling heart, prematurely born with white hair. Life is like a dream, and sprinkle a cup of wine to pay tribute to the moon on the river. Twenty-six, two poems of Nian Nujiao

1. Jiuzhaigou

is a vast galaxy,

In the years,

how many times have the stars changed?

how many homesick dreams are there on a cold night?

pity is long and short.

Over the years,

although my face has declined,

I am still worried and angry.

facing the night sky,

counting the cold stars.

Living alone in the middle of nowhere,

Although the hut is small,

the seats are full.

Everyone raises their glasses and sings,

Only I am sentimental.

It wasn't yesterday,

I didn't cherish it,

People were cold and warm.

how many gullies and ridges are there when you walk alone?

2. Guangling Powder

fame and fortune,

not mine.

why do you argue?

Anger at the kiss xiu reaches the end of the world,

There is no return to spring, summer, autumn and winter.

how many years have passed since Guangling San

?

I don't smell the sound of poetry and books.

I'm waiting,

I only see the eagle on the horizon.

Volcano erupts at the foot,

Thunder and tsunami,

Revive my glory.

carry the human Chou He hatred,

fight the Wan Li sky.

Whipping refers to,

the aspiration of all people,

Young people rejoice in great achievements.

strategize,

astonish every day. "The Book of Songs, Gao Feng, Drumming" drummed and bored, and actively used troops. Tuguocheng Cao, I travel south alone.

From Sun Zizhong, Ping Chen and Song Dynasty. No, I'm going home. I'm worried.

where do you live? Losing his horse? For it? Under the forest.

life and death are generous, and Zicheng said. Hold your hand and grow old with your son.

I'm rich, but I'm alive. I'm sorry, but I believe it.