Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
Who hasn't died since ancient times?
Take the heart of Dan and follow history.
In retrospect, I experienced many hardships in my early years as an official through the imperial examination, and now it has been four years since the armistice of the war.
The country is in danger like catkins in a strong wind, and individuals are like duckweeds in a shower.
I'm still afraid of the fiasco at Fear Beach. It's a pity that I'm alone in Yuan Lu.
Who can live forever since ancient times? I want to leave a patriotic heart that reflects history.
2. The Yangtze River is a seven-character quatrain written by Wen Tianxiang, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty.
I swam downwind in Beihai for a few days and came back from the head of the Yangtze River.
My heart is a magnet, which doesn't mean that the South won't rest.
A few days ago, I drifted to the North Sea with the strong wind, and I took pains to return to the Yangtze River.
My heart is like that magnetic needle, it will never stop until it points to the south forever.
3. Nan 'an Army is a five-character poem written by Wen Tianxiang, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty.
Plum blossom north-south road, wind and rain wet skirt.
Who are you going out with?
If you don't go home!
Mountains and rivers are eternal, battlements are temporary.
Starving to death is also my ambition, and I choose EU in my dreams.
At the north-south intersection on Meihualing, the draft suit was soaked by the biting wind and rain.
Who crossed Meiling and traveled with me, but returned home as a prisoner.
Mountains and rivers last forever, battlements fall to the enemy.
Starving to death in my hometown is my wish, and I dream of living in shouyangshan.
Farewell, Bright Moon on the River, Friends Inn is a poem by Wen Tianxiang, a patriotic writer in the late Song Dynasty.
Gump is great, it is not a thing in the pool.
There is no place to worry about the wind and rain, and it is colder.
Cross-cutting poetry, going upstairs to write poetry, everything is snowing in the air.
If the river flows like this, there will be Yingjie.
I can laugh at a leaf and drift away, and then come to Huaishui, which is the breeze.
In the mirror, Zhu Yan is gone, but Dan Xin is hard to disappear.
Going to Longsha, looking back, the front line is as green as hair.
Old friends should remember that there is a waning moon on the branches of azaleas.
The earth is so vast, you and I are both heroes with lofty aspirations. Now, although the dragon is trapped in the pool, it should eventually leave the pool and soar in the vast world. Autumn wind and autumn rain are terrible. Crickets in my cell keep screaming. I am upset and worried. You and I are heroes like Cao Cao and Zhi Shi, and it is a thing of the past for RoyceWong's romantic celebrities to go upstairs and drive away corpses. The Yangtze River rolled forward in front of me, and the back waves pushed the front waves. In the future, there will be heroes who will rise up to complete the indisputable cause.
Now, you and I are floating in the wind among the fallen leaves and come to Qinhuai River. It's the moment when the cool breeze blows. You and I are white-haired in the mirror, but our hero's heart will not change. I want to leave my old capital and be exiled to the desert. Looking back at the old country, the mountains and rivers are blue. I am getting farther and farther away, and I have to die. I hope that when my old friends miss me in the future, they can listen to the sad cry of the cuckoo on the branch! That's my soul coming back to visit my motherland.
5. Sitting at Night is a five-character poem written by Wen Tianxiang, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty.
Light smoke maple leaf road, when the drizzle blooms.
Su Yan's half-river paintings, cold and gloomy poems.
Teenagers are the boss, and I'll pay the bill.
There will always be a sword in their hearts, and the smell of chicken will make them sit still.
The first two couplets were lyrical on the spot, and the poet painted a desolate and colorful picture of misty rain and autumn rain. The faint smoke hangs over the maple leaves, the drizzle floats through the flowers, flocks of geese board the river, and the plaintive cicadas reverberate on the walls, which is really picturesque and poetic. Poets who were forced to resign and retire from Wenshan could not help expressing their anguish and grievances.
In the second half, he turned to lyricism, first using "young people don't work hard, old people are sad" to express the resentment of being hit, and then telling the pain of hard-earned ambitions. The tail couplet stood steeply, swept away the gloomy clouds and turned into a magnificent song, and bluntly issued a cry of "husband must be strong and fight."