Guo Jia's couplet;

Intelligence is long but life is short, how can one retain a rare and rare scholar throughout the ages;

Only when one has a bright mind and a bright eye can he make a plan to let Liaodong fall.

Guo Jia's life poem:

In troubled times, there are wars and killings, and the city is empty day by day.

Poor Hong You has become a dream, but it is a pity that Zhen Qian's life is also circuitous. .

The young man studied diligently behind closed doors and worked hard for more than twenty years.

Without leaving home and not being famous, few people in the world know talent and love.

Three Paths Only I only travel with close friends, and I accompany you with wine and chess every day.

If you don’t want to study hard and put it all away, a genius must be cherished by a good general.

Throughout the time and again, you will be kind and friendly to you, and you will sit and chat with the world and enjoy each other.

The twin shadows on the curtains smile quietly, lighting up lamps every night to discuss the past and present.

A good plan is never left out, and every time the situation changes, the whole house is surprised.

With You have renewed your alliance with this life-long friend, riding horses and sharing the same table without separation.

I know that you have the affairs of the world in your mind, and you work hard for the world.

It should be that sorrow and illness are inherent, and the cold wind invades them even more. It's also a drama.

Many people are independent in the cold autumn, and no one dares to promise to get together next year.

The Wuhuan Road is far and dangerous, and Yizhou laments the wishes of the emperor and his ministers.

The strong man He was brave enough to kill the enemy in a hundred battles, and his troops were noble and quick to wipe out the enemy bandits.

On the day when the general returned from victory, Liucheng was completely deserted.

The sky was spinning and the earth was calling for Zi's name, but Zi Jin was no longer seen.

The sound of mountains and flowing water is still there, but Boya destroyed his harp.

Lamps are lit in the empty military tents at night, and candles with dark wicks are extinguished in the middle of the night.

Sometimes short songs are recited silently, Old people touch new dreams.