"Nian Nujiao·Chibi Nostalgia" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. On the west side of the fortress, the human road is Chibi, Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms. Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time. I think back to Gong Jin's time, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome. Feather fans and silk scarves, while talking and laughing, the boats and oars disappeared into ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early. Life is like a dream, a bottle of wine can return the moon to the river.
2. "Jiangchengzi·Hunting in Mizhou" by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty
I am talking about being a teenager, holding a yellow hand on the left, holding a blue sky on the right, wearing a brocade hat and mink fur, and riding thousands of horses on a flat hill. . In order to repay Qingcheng, I followed the prefect, shot tigers myself, and watched Sun Lang. What's the problem if you're drunk, your chest is still open, and your temples are slightly frosted? In the cloud of holding the knot, when will Feng Tang be sent? He can hold the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.
3. "The River is Red·Written on the Heart" by Song Yuefei
He was so angry that he was leaning against the railing, and the misty rain stopped. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and he will be filled with sorrow. The shame of Jingkang is still not over. The hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed! Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty. Waiting to start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.
4. "Breaking the Array: Composing a Poem for Chen Tongfu" by Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty
When I was drunk, I read the sword by the light of the lamp, and dreamed of the horn blowing company camp. Eight hundred miles away, the people under his command are burning, and the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall. Autumn brings troops to the battlefield. The horse is moving very fast, and the bow is shaking like a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain.
5. "Yong Yu Le·Jingkou Beigu Pavilion Nostalgic for the Past" Song Xin Qiji
Throughout the ages, there are no heroes to be found, and Sun Zhong seeks a place. On the dance pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived. I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger. Yuan Jia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won a hurried visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum.
Who can ask, Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?