Wei and Jin Dynasties: Cao Cao
However, in the twenty-two years of the Han dynasty, it was not good.
Give a monkey a bath and wear a crown.
Hesitant, afraid to break through, because the inaugural king.
Bai Hong is also the first to bear the brunt of Japan's infiltration.
Thieves and ministers hold the national handle to kill the Lord and destroy Yujing.
Swing through the emperor's inheritance, the ancestral temple was burned.
Spread all over the west and cry.
Looking at Belo City, I am very sad.
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Since the founding of the People's Republic of China, the Han Dynasty has become the 22nd century, and the important figure (He Jin) is really superficial. Although monkeys wear hats and clothes, they are not real people after all. (He) was too clever to plot great things and hesitated to do things, which led to the king (young emperor) being robbed. Bai Hongguan was a bad omen from heaven, which came true on the king, and (He Jin) himself was ruined.
The traitor (Dong Zhuo) took advantage of the chaos to control the state power, killed the monarch and burned Luoyang and Tokyo. The 400-year-old imperial industry in the Han Dynasty was overthrown, and the emperor's ancestral temple was also destroyed in the fire. (Xian Di) was forced to move westward to Chang 'an, and everyone who moved along the way cried. I look forward to the horror of Luoyang, just as I was sad when I faced Yin Ruins.
2. Cry Meng Haoran
Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
When an old friend disappears, the Hanshui River flows eastward.
Excuse me, Xiangyang is old and Cai Zhou is empty.
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Never see an old friend again, the Han River still flows east day and night.
Excuse me, where is the old man in Xiangyang today? Jiangshan remains the same. Who will visit Cai Zhou again?
3. Frost-leaf flying insect wine
Song Dynasty: Wu Wenying
Cut off the smoke and leave the thread. Care about things, the sunset is red and the frost tree is hidden. Half a pot of autumn water recommends yellow flowers, which are fragrant and windy. Longitudinal jade music, light and fast feathers, desolate who hangs in the wilderness? I remember standing on Nanping drunk, swallowing colorful fans and shivering, not knowing how to dream.
Talk about the old festival, pass the cup, dust injection tube, worn-out day. The little toad turned sideways to the east fence, and the night was very cold. Early gray hair, worry. Scared by the wind blowing from the black veil. Man Jiang, Cornus officinalis see, but about next year, Cuiwei Gao.
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Looking at the intermittent clouds, the feeling of parting arises spontaneously, and what makes me more worried and sad is that the residual red reflected by the sunset gradually disappears in the crimson frost leaf forest. I brought half a basin of colchicine and a bunch of Huang Juhua to offer her a drink offering. In the autumn wind and autumn rain, chrysanthemums are still full of old fragrance, emitting bursts of delicate fragrance.
At this time, who can ride a whip and fly in the air as fast as a bird, and who has the heart to mourn the desolate and defeated remains of the ancient platform? I remember that we were drunk and hazy, and we sang together to play in Nanping. At that time, I was so drunk and addicted that I forgot Xiaoman and Su Fan around me. Now only cicada whimpers, where is her colorful fan? Where's my beloved princess?
Now it's the Double Ninth Festival. Although the cup was handed down to cope with the scene, I was not in the mood. Let the dust fall full of plain sounds, and let the moth eat the brush. After many years, I am too lazy to continue writing unfinished words. Half a month's oblique light shines all over the fence in the east. On a cold night, crickets seem to sigh and whisper. I am already a white-haired old man, but I let the wind blow my hat away just because I am so sad. I watched the dogwood carefully alone, and I could only arrange to climb the height of that mountain again next year.
4. Cry about Xuancheng for brewing.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
Under the Old Yellow Spring, Da Chun should be brewed.
Who will the wine be sold to on a night without Li Bai?
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When Ji Lao is dead, he will also brew old spring wine.
Only there is no Li Bai in the underworld. Who do you always sell wine to?
5. Book funeral
Song: Mei
God took my beloved wife and my son.
Although those eyes are not dry, sadly, my heart is dead.
Rain falls, falls to land, and pearls sink to the bottom of the sea.
But pearls can be found in the sea. If you want to find rain, you can also dig.
Only one man died in his grave, and he knew that there was no hope since ancient times.
I beat my chest and asked who to ask, only to see my haggard ghostly self in the mirror.
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God took away my beloved wife and son.
Although the eyes are not dry, sadly, the heart is dead.
Raindrops fall to the land, and pearls sink to the bottom of the sea and are buried.
But you can find pearls in the sea. If you want to find the falling rain, you can dig the ground.
Only people died and were buried in Jiuquan, knowing that there was no hope since ancient times.
I beat my chest sadly and asked who it was, only to see myself haggard as a ghost in the mirror.