Go to the frontier to carry out tasks
Don
Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.
Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky.
The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen.
When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.
Note: Xiaoguan is the name of Guguan, so the address is in the southeast of Guyuan, Ningxia.
Yuminao
fan zhongyan
Qiu Lai has different scenery,
Nobody cares about Hengyang goose,
The four sides are connected with each other.
Thousands of miles away,
Long smoke and sunset, isolated city closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home.
Ran Yan didn't return to the plan.
The pipe strength is covered with frost.
People don't sleep,
The general was white-haired and in tears.
Note: 1038 Yuan Hao invaded the Song Dynasty year after year after year. Song Jun was defeated by Yanzhou, Haoshuichuan and Dingchuan Village because of poverty and weakness and empty frontier defense. In the first year of Kangding, Song Renzong (1040), Fan Zhongyan was transferred from Yuezhou to Yanzhou (now Yan 'an, Shaanxi). When Yanzhou and Xixia entered and exited the pass, the city village was burned and looted after the war, and the defenders were scattered in the city without any obstacles. This word was written in Zhifu Prefecture.
Man Jiang Hong
Yue Fei
Anger rushes to the crown, rain falls on the railing.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty reputations, dust and dirt,
Eight thousand miles, clouds and the moon.
Don't wait to see young people's heads turn white, empty and sad.
Jingkang shame, still not snow;
When do courtiers hate their guts!
Driving a long car to break through the lack of Helan Mountain.
Eager for pork,
Talking about the thirst for Hun blood.
Stay and clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and go to the sky.
Northern Ningxia
To the north of Ningxia, the sound of sleeping hooves makes the desert smoke alone.
Baotou-lanzhou railway is flanked by grass and sand.
Like a pair of children of Ejina herders, they embrace each other.
Greener than grass is the blue sky.
Sheep are whiter than sand and gravel.
The distant Mongolian tune, the milk tea at dusk is getting stronger and stronger.
Who slowly swallowed the sadness of the night?
Who raised the lamb in April?
Not far away, those sparkling emeralds
This is the sorrow of the lone wolf's courtship.
Northern Ningxia. Hu Jia's songs come from.
The traveler's melancholy crossed the palm of the grass and rode away.
My distant Mongolian sister
Tonight in the empty bag, only
Miss Ma Touqin's bell rings gently.