I lay sprawled in my lonely country, not feeling sad about my situation, but thinking about defending the frontier of the country. The night will be over, I lie in bed listening to the sound of wind and rain, in a daze in my dream, riding an armored horse across the frozen river to the northern battlefield.
The feeling of going out of the hedge door to meet the cold at dawn in autumn night
3. East of Wan Li River flows into the sea, reaching a height of 5,000 meters.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south at Julian Waghann for another year.
Complain about love
Recalling that year, in order to find opportunities to make contributions, I went to Liangzhou, the border guard, alone.
Where is the dream of closing the river, the dust darkens the old mink and fur.
The Hu people are still alive, the temples are frosty in autumn, and the affectionate tears are dry.
Who knows, the heart is in Tianshan, and it is always in Cangzhou!
Shufen
When I was a child, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains looked like a mountain.
It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.
Stuffed on the Great Wall, making empty promises, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.
"Introduction" is the real name, who is better than a thousand years.
Du Fu in Spring
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
At the peak of March, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Recover the north and south of the Yellow River
The news of this distant western station! The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat.
Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily!
When you sing in Baishi, you must indulge in wine. On a green spring day, that's the beginning of my return home.
Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! .
Denglou
Flowers are close to tall buildings and far away from my hometown. I am very sad. There are disasters everywhere in this country, so I climbed up to see them.
The spring scenery of Jinjiang flooded in, and the clouds on the mountain, ancient, varied and changeable.
Although the country has been established for a while, it is as strong as the North Star, and thieves dare not go out of the Western Hills.
However, I felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor at dusk and talked with Fu Liang at sunset.
The second of five poems about historic sites.
Decline: I am well aware of Song Yu's misery, romance and elegance. He is also my teacher.
Sad to see a thousand autumn, a tear, melancholy in different times, not at the same time.
His old home between mountains and rivers-empty works, empty sex platform-is certainly not imagined in the dream? .
The palaces of Chu were all destroyed, and the fishermen who showed them today are not sure.
The third of five poems about historic sites
Thousands of mountains and valleys are close to Jingmen, and girls grow up in Sri Lanka.
She came out of the purple palace and entered the desert. Now she has become a green grave in the yellow dusk.
Her face! Can you imagine the spring wind? Back to the soul in the moonlight.
The Tatar song on her jade guitar tells her eternal sadness!