Ming Dynasty: Qi Jiguang
In order to repay the emperor's trust in me, flowers and plants on both sides of the north and south and in northern Xinjiang laughed at my busy life.
Every year, 360 days, I ride a horse with weapons and spend my life on the battlefield.
2. Song of the King of Linjiang Festival
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
In Dongting Lake in autumn, the white waves are sky-high, the leaves of trees are sparse, and the red rocks in the north begin to fly into Wu area. Wu Yunhan, Hongyan is bitter.
The north wind roared, Hongyan jathyapple Xiaoxiangsha, and Wang Jie was in tears. The sun is the sun's heart, shining on the universe and illuminating your loyalty to the Lord.
When the strong man was angry, the wind was suddenly full of humor. How can you wave the heavenly sword and cut the long whale horizontally?
3. Three vertical hills
Qing Dynasty: Yan Suicheng
The hero rises from Shatuo immediately, but he can't resist Zhu Liang's arrogance. It is difficult to help the Tang state with one hand, and Liancheng Pool still holds mountains and rivers.
There are strange children under the cloud account, and there are many tears in front of the drum horn lamp. Bleak down the mountain three times, so far people sing "Hundred Years Song".
4. Jinling nostalgia
Tang Dynasty: Xu Hun
Decadent music "Flowers in the Back Garden of Yushu" came together with Chen's fate; The lookout party in Jingyang Palace was filled with empty space. The cemetery trees in the cemetery cover the graves of many officials in previous dynasties; High and low young crops filled the palaces of the Six Dynasties.
The snail spreads Yun Ni's wings, and it rains for a while and clears up for a while; The finless porpoise added fuel to the flames in the river. The night was deep and a cold wind came. The emperors of past dynasties are gone forever, and the luxurious imperial life has disappeared without a trace. Only the surrounding green hills are the same as they were then.
5. "Linjiang Fairy Rolling East of the Yangtze River"
Ming Dynasty: Yang Shen
The Yangtze River flows eastward, and the waves wash away heroes.
Whether it is right and wrong or failure, it is empty now and has disappeared with the passage of time.
Castle Peak still exists, the sun still rises and the sunset still sets.
The white-haired hermit by the river has long been used to the changes of time.
I met an old friend and had a drink.
How many things in the past and how many times have been put into the conversation.