The withered mulberry trees sing cicadas, and the intersection of Xiaoguan in August is crisp in autumn. After leaving the frontier, the climate turned cold and it was full of yellow reeds.
Heroes are coming to you, and the ice is old and dusty. Learn to boast about brave rangers and horses.
Cicada chirps in the withered mulberry forest, and autumn is crisp on Xiaoguan Road in August. After entering the fortress, the climate became cold, and the inside and outside of the pass were all yellow reeds. Heroes who have come to Shanxi and Hebei since ancient times are always accompanied by sand and dust. Don't be like that brave ranger who boasted about his war horse.
Seven military service songs, the first part
The bonfire is in the west of the city 100 feet, and it is windy and autumn in Shanghai at dusk.
Guan Shanyue, who plays Qiangdi, is not worried about the golden boy Wan Li.
On the west side of the beacon tower, there is a garrison building. At dusk, I sat alone in the garrison building and let the autumn wind blowing from the lake lift my shirt. At this time, there was the piercing sound of the Qiang flute, which played a new tune, but the flute aggravated his wife's lovesickness thousands of miles away.
Seven Military Songs (Part Two)
The new sound of pipa dance is always the old love.
I can't listen to endless worries, and the high autumn moon shines on the Great Wall.
Dancing in the army, the accompanying pipa turns out a new sound, no matter how it is renovated, whenever I hear the tune of Guan Shanyue, it will always evoke the sadness of border guards and soldiers who have been away from home for a long time. Mixed music and dance are intertwined with homesickness, and there is no end. At this time, the autumn moon shines high on the Great Wall.
Seven military songs (4)
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
The long fog from transpiration on Qinghai Lake has blackened the whole Qilian Mountain, and the isolated city of Yumenguan can be seen from a distance. In Wan Li, Huangsha, frequent battles have worn through the armor of the soldiers, and they will never return unless they defeat the enemy.
Seven military service songs, part five
The desert is foggy, and the red flag is half rolled out of Yuanmen.
The former army fought in Taohe River overnight, and it was reported that Tuguhun was captured alive.
In the desert of northern Saibei, the wind is raging, the dust is flying, the sky is dark, and the military situation at the front line is very urgent. After receiving the battle report, it quickly attacked. The vanguard troops launched a fierce battle with the enemy on the north bank of Taohe River last night. I just heard about the exchange of fire with the enemy, and now it is reported that they have won a total victory.
The first part "two dikes"
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.
If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.
Or the bright moon and the border pass in Qin and Han Dynasties, and Wan Li, who was guarding the border pass and fighting the enemy, has not returned yet. If Wei Qing, the flying general of Dragon City, was still here, he would never let the Huns go south to herd horses and spend the Yinshan Mountain.
Always in my heart.
A young woman in the boudoir will never be sad; Spring came dressed up and boarded Chui Building alone.
Suddenly I saw the green willows, and I felt uncomfortable; Oh, I regret that I shouldn't have asked my husband to find Hou Feng.
Young women in boudoir never have the worry of lovesickness and parting. On a bright spring day, she dressed herself up and climbed a tall building. Suddenly, when I saw the spring scenery of willows on the roadside, I felt blue. She regretted that she shouldn't have let her husband join the army.
Five Poems Written by Qiu Changxin (Ⅱ)
The broom opens the golden palace, and the round fan lingers.
A beautiful face is not as beautiful as a crow, and it can also bring the shadow of Zhaoyang Hall.
At dawn, I picked up a broom to clean the dust in the golden palace. When I'm bored, I walk around with a round fan. A beautiful face is not as beautiful as a crow, but it can also fly with the shadow of the sun in Zhaoyang Hall.
"Break up with Xinjian at Furong Inn"
Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!
Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!
It's misty and rainy, and it's all over Wudi River overnight; Seeing you off in the morning, I feel lonely and sad about Chushan. Friends, if relatives and friends in Luoyang ask about me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin and stick to my beliefs!
"Two Lotus Picking Songs, Part Two"
The girl who picked the lotus put the girl who picked the lotus into the lotus leaf, as if the color was the same, and the girl's face was hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflected each other.
Lotus is mixed in the lotus pond, and it is difficult to recognize the lotus pond. Only when you hear the song do you know that someone is picking lotus in the pond-picking lotus.
The green Luo skirt of the girl who picked the lotus seems to be the same color as the lotus leaf in the field. The girl's face is hidden in the blooming lotus, which reflects each other. Mixed into the lotus pond and disappeared. I didn't realize that someone was coming until I heard singing everywhere.
Send firewood to serve the royal family.
The flowing water is connected to Wugang, so it doesn't hurt to say goodbye.
You and I went all the way to the green hills in the rain, at the top of the moon in both places?
The waves in Yuanjiang are connected with Wugang, so don't be sad to leave. You and I have always been connected to the green hills. How can we be in two places under the same bright moon?
a song of the spring palace
Last night, the spring breeze blew the peach blossoms in the well, and the moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky.
Pingyang's geisha was attracted by the emperor, who gave her a brocade robe in the cold weather outside the curtain.
Last night, the spring breeze opened the peach blossom beside the dew well, and the bright moon in front of Weiyang Palace hung high in the sky. Princess Pingyang's singer was recently favored by Emperor Wu. Seeing the slight spring chill outside the curtain, the emperor specially gave her a brocade robe.
Nishimiya spring resentment
Xigong night is quiet and fragrant, and I want to roll the bead curtain and hate it for a long time.
Obliquely holding the clouds and seeing the moon, the hazy trees are hidden in the sun.
The night in the West Palace is very quiet, only the flowers in full bloom in the palace courtyard quietly exude fragrance. The beauty living in the palace originally wanted to roll up the curtain made of beads and go out to enjoy the flowers, but she gave up because she didn't want to enjoy it. She had to stay in an empty boudoir with endless resentment. Harp looks at the moon, and many trees hide Zhaoyang Palace.
Listen to the flowing tones.
Alone in the boat, on the moon in Fenglin, Zheng and the guest center are divided.
The ridge color is heavy and heavy, and the string is broken and the tears are deep.
The moonlight in the sky, the lonely boat on the river, the dark maple forests on both sides of the river, and the wandering musicians poured their homesickness into the Zheng music, which also aggravated the homesickness of the guests. Just like the never-ending autumn rain, it is everywhere. Suddenly, the string of the Zheng was broken. I looked down and tears soaked the clothes at the broken string.
Songweier
Upstairs, the river was drunk and drunk to bid farewell to the sweet orange pomelo, and the wind and rain in the river brought the boat desolate.
Junyao is in Xiaoxiang Moon, and I'm worried that I can hear the growth of apes in my dreams.
Drunk drinking at the bottom of the river bid farewell to the fragrance of orange pomelo, and the drizzle from the river wind brought desolation to the ship. Imagine you are alone under the bright moon in Xiaoxiang, listening to the long cry of an ape in a melancholy dream.