Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, Helan Mountain is neglected. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Leave it at the beginning and clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque
Lu You in Confessions
Recalling that year, in order to find opportunities to make contributions, I went to Liangzhou, the border guard, alone.
Where is the dream of closing the river, the dust darkens the old mink and fur.
The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry.
Who knows, the heart is in Tianshan, and it is always in Cangzhou!
Forever happiness-Gu Beiting, Jingkou, nostalgia for ancient songs and Xin Qiji.
It is difficult to find a hero like Sun Quan after the history of the country.
The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time.
The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived.
Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground!
However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent.
I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou.
Looking back, there was a crow club drum under the beaver temple.
Who will ask, how is Lian Po's appetite when he is old?
Lu you in the book of wrath
When I was a child, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains looked like a mountain.
It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.
Stuffed on the Great Wall, making empty promises, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.
When you debut, you can say your real name, but you can't fight for a thousand years.