The river is full of red and the Han River flows eastward
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
The Han River flows eastward, washing away all the blood from the mustache and beard. Everyone said that the flying generals of the Jun family were heroes in the old days. Thunder breaks through the ears when destroying the enemy's golden city, ice grows on the cheeks when talking about military affairs. Thinking of Wang Lang, he tied his hair and joined the army to pass on his legacy.
The sword at the waist is used to play the cymbals. Zhongzhong wine is worthy of distinction. Moreover, old friends are supported by new friends, and the Han Dynasty is celebrated. You should swear to yourself when you are wrapped in horse leather, and you should stop talking about it. But from now on, remember the wind in Chulou and the moon in Yutai.
. What year did you get your surname? Read carefully the word "Xin" and listen to it with a smile. Hard work, sad taste, always bitter and hard work. It is even more pungent to people, and the pounding of pepper and cinnamon can make people spit it out.
The fragrance and beauty that should be found in the world cannot be found at the door of my home. Compared with Er Cao, there are many, and the golden seal is shining. I'll tell you about this. From now on, I won't remember the storm in bed. But if you win, the boots will be wrinkled and the noodles will be remembered.
Pink Die'er and Zhao Jinchen wrote poems and fell flowers
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Yesterday, it was spring, and the thirteenth daughter was learning embroidery. One branch does not teach the flower to become thin. It's so ruthless that it rains and the wind blows. To the garden, spread lichen and red crepe.
Now that it’s spring, it’s hard for a frivolous and frivolous person to last long. Remember the time before and send the spring back after. Brew all the spring waves into a river of spring wine. Make an appointment with Qingchou and Yangliu to wait for each other on the bank.
Xijiang Moon·Under the wind-blocking peaks
Song Dynasty: Zhang Xiaoxiang
A boat full of autumn colors spreads across the lake for ten miles. The God of Waves left me to watch the setting sun, making tiny waves.
The wind will return better tomorrow, why not sleep out tonight? The neon clothes played in the Crystal Palace are exactly like those played in the Yueyang Tower.
Full of River Red·Brush the Remnant Stele
Ming Dynasty: Wen Zhengming
Wipe the Remnant Stele, and the words "Edict Fei" can be read vaguely. How important it was to rely on flying at the beginning, but how cruel it was later. How can it be that after success, body and body will die? It's hard to redeem the pity by talking about it. The most innocent, hateful and even more tragic, a hell of a storm.
Don’t you think about it, the border is frowning; don’t you think about it, Hui Qin is humiliated, and after thinking about Hui Qin’s return, where does this body belong? I haven't talked about crossing the South for a thousand years. At that time, I was afraid of recovering from the Central Plains. How can a small piece of laughter or a juniper tree satisfy his desires?
Boating on the west side of the city
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
The green moth’s white teeth are on the boat, and the transverse flute and short flute are sad in the distant sky.
The spring breeze is confident that the wooden poles are moving, and slowly and slowly I can see the brocade cables being pulled.
The fish blow the fine waves and shake their singing fans, and the swallows fly and the flowers fall to dance at the feast.
There is no small boat that can paddle, how can a hundred pots deliver wine like a spring?
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The bamboo is deep enough to stay in the guest room, and the lotus net is used to enjoy the coolness.
The young master mixes ice water, and the beauty snows lotus root silk.
The clouds are dark above the head, which should be the rain prompting the poem.
The rain fell on the mat, and the wind whipped the bow of the boat.
The Yue girl’s red dress is wet, and the Yan Ji is sad.
The cable penetrates the willow system of the embankment, and the curtain floats like waves.
On the way back, I passed through Xiao Sa, and it was May and Autumn in Pitang.