I drink a pot of wine from the flowers alone. No one is with me. Raise my cup, I invite the bright moon, which brings me its shadow and makes us three people. The moon doesn't know how to drink, but the shadow in front of it is behind. I have to mingle with them and enjoy the happiness of spring. The song I sing is bright and wandering, and I dance the shadow before wandering. When you are awake, you are happy together, and when you are drunk, you go your separate ways. I am willing to stay with them forever and forget the harm of friendship, just like the Milky Way.
The chicken is crowing and the guests are beating. Drive the chicken to the tree and smell the firewood. Four or five elders asked me about my long trip. Every hand is lifted, and mud and sand are falling. Don't say that the wine tastes weak, and there is no cultivation in the millet field. The war has not stopped, and the children have already marched eastward. Please sing an old song for your father and feel sorry for your hardships. After singing, I sighed and cried.
Flowers, as high as my window, hurt the heart of a vagrant, because I see from this height that sadness is everywhere. 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, at dusk, we felt sorry for the sorrow of a long-lost emperor. At sunset, we talked about the "Song of Fu Liang". (Father, I wrote Fu)
Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven. On the night of the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower and the valley, and the valley was full of broken boulders like pecking rice, which went down and forward with the wind. Despite the dust, the Tatar horse fat, the west of the Jinshan Mountain, and the gathering of smoke and dust, Oh, general of China's army, start your campaign! . Wear your armor all night and let your soldiers March with rumbling weapons! And the sharp tip of the wind cuts his face like a knife. The snow on horseback is steaming, five flowers are spinning on the ice, you are the challenge from the camp, and the ink bottle from the ice. It has cooled the heart of the barbarian leader, and you will no longer need a real battle! We are waiting for the news of victory in Xiguan! .
6. A (DPRK) drama lasts for nine days, and the sunset falls on Chaoyang Road for eight thousand. If you want to eliminate disasters for the wise, you are willing to decline and cherish the old! Where is the hometown of Qinling Mountains? Snow blocked the blue horse. Knowing that you came all the way, you should have done it on purpose so that I could collect the bones by the river.
7. Since the chaos in Henan Province, the brothers have been separated, each in one place. Because of the feeling of full moon, I talked about my book, gave it to Brother Fuliang, Brother Wu Jiang and showed it to my brothers and sisters (Gui, a sound). The family business is in a year of disaster, and the brothers are scattered. After the war, the countryside was deserted and the flesh and blood fled to a foreign land. The injured shadow is like a lonely wild goose, wandering like a broken-rooted autumn canopy. * * * Looking at the bright moon and crying, for the heart, five places, all sick and willing.
8. Dark clouds crush the city and light spreads to the sun. In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night. The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy. I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death.
9. Water raises the eyes, while mountains raise the eyebrows. If you want to ask pedestrians where to go, your eyebrows are shining. Take the spring water and send you back. If you go to the south, you can catch up with spring, and you must keep the scenery of spring.
10. It's been closed for three years, and today it's Nanguan again. Infinite mountains and rivers shed tears, who said that heaven and earth are wide? I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown. On the day when the ghost man and soul are waiting to return, the spirit wants to see their homeland.
Let me add: I am in the eighth grade.