Small mountains
Last night, it was cold. It's already midnight. Get up and walk around the steps alone. People are quiet, and the moon is bright outside the curtain.
a white head is a fame. The old mountain pine and bamboo are old, which hinders the return journey. I want to pay my heart to Yao Qin. With few bosom friends, who will listen to the broken string?
Man Jianghong
writes
Angry hair rushes to the crown, resting on the railing and raining. Looking up, screaming at the sky, strong and fierce.
thirty fame is dust and earth, and eight thousand miles of clouds and moons. Don't be idle, white-headed, and sad.
Jing Kang is ashamed, but it is still snow; When will the courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, the Helan Mountain is lacking.
Hungry for pork, laughing and thirsty for Hun blood. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.
Man Jianghong
Feelings of climbing the Yellow Crane Tower
Looking at the Central Plains from afar, there are many battlements. Think of that year, flowers cover the willows and protect the phoenix tower and the dragon pavilion.
Long live the pearl in front of the mountain, and there are songs in the Penghu Hall. Up to now, the fighters are full of suburbs, and the dust is evil.
is bing an here? Cream front cake; Min' an is here? Fill the gully. Sighing the mountains and rivers is the same, and thousands of villages are sparse.
when do you want to take the Rui brigade and cross Qinghe Road with one whip! However, I returned, continued my Hanyang tour, and rode a yellow crane.