Stuffing? Year: Tang Author: Changling Wang
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.
Yangtze River? Year: Song Author: Wen Tianxiang
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.
Show it to your son? Year: Song Author: Lu You
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
Quatrains? Year: Song Author: Li Qingzhao
Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul. Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.
Singing limes? Year: Ming Author: Yu Qian
A thousand hammers hit the mountains, and the fire burns casually. Regardless of all the fragments, we should leave innocence in the world.
Fisherman's pride, the scenery in Qiu Lai is different? Year: Song Author: Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke closes. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan didn't return to his home, and frost grew all over the place. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.
Hope era in spring: Tang Author: Du Fu, a leopard cannot change his spots. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Autumn night will dawn, out of the fence door to meet the cold feeling year old: Song Author: Lu You three Wan Li East River into the sea, thousands of miles on the skyscraper. The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.
Book rage? Year: Song Author: Lu You
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. Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded. Real name first, who is better than one thousand years!
Bo Qinhuai Year: Tang Author: Du Mu
Smoke cage cold water moon cage sand, night parking near Qinhuai restaurant. Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.