Farewell to the ancient original grass
Bai Juyi
When the grass grows in the original place, it withers and grows every year.
The wildfire cannot be burned out, but the spring breeze blows it again.
The distant fragrance invades the ancient road, and the clear green meets the deserted city.
I sent the king and grandson off again, and the love was full of farewell.
Chile Song
Chile River, at the foot of Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is blue, the fields are vast, and the grass is blown by the wind, and cattle and sheep can be seen low.
Going out of the fortress to work
Wang Wei
Outside the city of Juyan, hunting geniuses, the white grass is burning all over the sky.
Driving horses when the dusk clouds clear the moraine, it is good to shoot vultures on the plains in autumn.
Protect the Qiang lieutenant in the morning and ride the obstacles, and defeat the general crossing the Liao Dynasty at night.
The jade target, the horn, the bow, the pearl, and the horse are reined in. The Han family will give snow to the prostitute Yao.
Go up the road
Bao Rong
When the west wind comes, the sinews and angles are strong, and the water and grass for herding horses are cold.
It is a pity that the nine meanders of the Yellow River have ended, and the felt hall is in prison without a shadow.