The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. To the west of the old camp, people say it's the War of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. How many heroes are there at a time? Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, and a bottle returns to the moon.
Qin Gong's poems? (Tang Lihe)
Luo Yue shirt welcomes the spring breeze, and jade carving Kirin is reddish. On the first floor, there is a banquet for immortals, with a strong blowing sheng fragrance at the bottom of the account. The wine on earth is warm in spring, and the flowers grow in the shade during the day. Drinking at the flying window, the night candle on the copper plate is yellow and greasy. Bald and stubborn, small sleeve tuned parrots, purple embroidered Ma Xia stepped on filial piety tigers. Fold laurels and sell gold for a banquet, and white deer and green su cook until midnight. Tongying Yongxiang rides a new horse, and the inner room is cool and colorful. Open the door and spoil the water balance line, and roll up the Yellow River to flow. The emperor's bad luck is still being solved, and the erotic palace is full of flowers. Luan grate didn't give it back, and I slept drunk for a whole month.
Zhou Xiaoshi (Kim Hans Zhang)
Chow Sang, a child of Gracford. Five years in ten years are like the sun in the east.
The aroma is soft, shiny and red. Yong Lian, Han Lian.
Your shape is beautiful and your clothes are fresh. The light car flies with the wind and the fog is flowing.
Turn to one side and look around. Laugh with Yan and talk well.
4. Fancy Poetry (Liu Liangzun)
Poor Zhou Xiaotong, smile and pick orchids. The skin is tender than pink, and the face is rosy. Carved tombs with bullets, lotus leaves hanging in the east. Wrist movement and musk, light and good clothes. Fortunately, I was chosen to serve Huatang Middle School. The golden barrier is covered with a green quilt and the blue handkerchief is covered with a fumigation cage. This knowledge of minor injuries is self-evident and self-evident. Although the grace of cutting sleeves is heavy, the love of residual peaches is not exhausted. A moth's eyebrows must be jealous, and her new makeup is as close as a palace.
5. Eighty-two poems (Jin Ruan Ji)
Fanhuazi, Anling and Longyang in the past. Yao Lihua, burning with a blush. Happy September is like autumn frost. Elegant and charming, laughing and spitting incense. Waiting for love hand in hand, wearing the same clothes. I want to fly together, fly with me. Dan Qing vowed never to forget each other.