Tang Dynasty: Lu Lun
That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.
I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
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In the dead of night, dark clouds covered the moon, and the geese on the horizon flew in surprise. Khan's army tried to sneak away at night.
Just as I wanted to lead the light cavalry to chase all the way, the heavy snow fell on the bow and knife.
2, the boat night book can be read.
Qing Dynasty: Cha Shen Xing
When the moon is dark and windy, the fishing lamp is high, and the firefly is lonely.
Slight wind and waves, scattered like river stars.
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In the dark night, there is no moon, only the lights on the fishing boat. Lonely lights glow a bit like fireflies in the boundless darkness.
Breeze bursts, the river ripples, fishing lights are scattered on the water, and the river seems to have moved countless stars.
3. Take the next song with Zhang Fu, the second song.
Tang Dynasty: Lu Lun
In the dark forest, the grass was suddenly blown by the wind, and the wind was rustling. The general thought that the beast was coming and immediately pulled out the arrow.
Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.
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In the dark forest, the grass suddenly swayed and rustled with the wind. The general thought the beast was coming, so he quickly drew his bow and shot an arrow.
Looking for an arrow at dawn, it has fallen deeply into the stone edge.
4. He Xinlang 9.
Song Dynasty: Liu Kezhuang
It's dark, with oblique wind and rain inclusions. Unbearable, my heart is full of chaos, like a thousand strands of melancholy, like weaving. I like to climb high and look around the world in my life, thanks to the high-rise buildings now. Looking around, thousands of valleys are full of autumn, and my heart is full of affection. Although he is just an ordinary white-haired scholar, he shed tears, but he will always cry for the land of China, unlike those who once boarded the ancients in ancient times, because his life is short and sad. Memories of the past, the rise and fall of honor, everything disappeared.
I was in my prime when I was young. I thought there was a pen on it. Nowadays, talents wither like flowers in spring, leaving only a depressed and lonely heart. I often resent the fact that people's new ideas are too few, and only like to talk about the sparse distribution of scholars in the Southern Dynasties. Whenever poetry is sung on the Double Ninth Festival, it is a bit boring to mention the fun of the hat. If you don't give chrysanthemum a drink, I'm afraid chrysanthemum will laugh at people too lonely. I only saw Hongyan flying north, and a yellow sunset gradually sank.
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The dark sky is dark, mixed with oblique wind and drizzle. Really unbearable, utterly confused, countless worries intertwined. I have always liked to climb high and look far, but fortunately there are hundreds of feet of tall buildings now. Looking around, all the valleys in Qian Shan are dotted with autumn colors. I am broad-minded and affectionate.
Although he is just an ordinary white-haired scholar, his tears will always be for the sake of China, and he will never cry for his short life like the ancients who visited Niu Shan. Recalling the ups and downs of the past, everything vanished.
When I was a teenager, I was in my prime and was very angry with bullfighting. I thought I had a lingyun pen on me. Today, talents wither like spring flowers, leaving only a depressed and lonely mood. I often resent the lack of new ideas in the world, and only like to talk about the past of the literati in the Southern Dynasties. Whenever Chongyang recites poetry, he always brings up an interesting story about Meng Jia's hat falling off.
If you don't drink in front of chrysanthemum, I'm afraid chrysanthemum will laugh at people too lonely. I saw Hongyan flying north, and a yellow sunset gradually sank.
5. Bodhisattva Huang Man Yunzi Race for 3,000 Li.
Qing Dynasty: Nalan Xingde
Huang Yunzi raced three thousand miles, and the female wall was raven. The sunset is cold, and the horses are still hunting.
There is no sound, and it is dark at night. Qiu Meng didn't come home, and the residual lamp was smashed to pieces.
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A thousand miles away, the female wall stretches all the way. At dusk, countless crows cry on the west bank of the city wall. The sunset gathered the last ray of light and heat and fell into the western hills. The mountains in the distance were shrouded in the cold twilight, and the sky darkened. At this time, I can see that the hunting party is back, and the rustling of A?vagho?a rings in my ears.
Someone blows Hu Jia at night. Autumn night rustling, sound sad. Unbearable, still sad. He is a stranger in a foreign land. Sadness will bring a sense of emptiness for no reason, and after escaping into endless darkness, it will wrap him in the night. How bitter it is to leave home in the dream, and this night, he is afraid that he will stay up all night again. A residual lamp with you, snuff tears.