1. "Breaking the Array and Writing a Strong Word for Chen Tongfu" - Xin Qiji

I was drunk and looked at the sword by the light of the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company camp.

Eight hundred miles under his command, moxibustion, fifty-stringed strings turned over the sound outside the Great Wall. Autumn brings troops to the battlefield.

The horse is flying fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt.

Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the name before and after death. Misfortune happens in vain!

2. "Eight Sounds of Ganzhou" I couldn't sleep after reading "Li Guangzhuan" at night, because I missed Chao Chulao and Yang Minzhan, who had agreed to live together in the mountains. They dramatized Li Guang's stories and wrote about them. 》--Xin Qiji

So when the general came back from drinking at night, he untied the carved saddle in the pavilion. I hate the drunk captain of Baling. I didn’t recognize him in a hurry, and my peach and plum trees are speechless.

Riding across Shehu Mountain, the rocks cracked and the sound of strings startled. When you are down and out, you become a marquis, and you end up in the countryside at the end of the year.

Who asked Sang Madu Qu for short clothes and horses to move to Nanshan? Look at the romantic and generous people, talking and laughing through their remaining years.

The Han Dynasty opened its borders, and its fame spread far and wide. Even those who were strong back then had no time to spare? Outside the screen window, there was a slanting wind, drizzle, and a slight chill.

3. "Yong Yu Le Nostalgia for the Past in Guting, Bei Jingkou" - Xin Qiji

Throughout the ages, there is no hero to be found, and Sun Zhong is the one to find one. On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain.

The grass and trees in the setting sun, the ordinary alleys, where the humane slaves once lived. I remember those days when we were fierce and powerful, and we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.

Yuanjia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won the hasty visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road.

Looking back, there is a sacred crow drum under the Buddha Temple! Who can ask, Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?

4. "Nan Xiangzi, Dengjingkou Beigu Pavilion is pregnant" - Xin Qiji

Where can I look at China? Beigu Tower is full of scenery. How many things have happened through the ages? long! The Yangtze River is endless.

The young man Wan Dou sat down and broke off the war in the southeast. Who is the rival of the world's heroes? Cao Liu! Having a son should be like Sun Zhongmou.

5. "Nian Nujiao, Chibi Nostalgia" - Su Shi

The great river goes eastward, and the waves are gone, and there are romantic figures throughout the ages. To the west of the fortress, there is Humanity and Zhou Lang of the Three Kingdoms at Chibi. Rocks pierced through the sky, stormy waves crashed onto the shore, and thousands of piles of snow were rolled up. The country is picturesque, and there are so many heroes at one time.

I recall the old days of Gongjin, when Xiao Qiao got married for the first time and looked majestic and handsome. Feather fan and silk scarf, while talking and laughing, the rapist disappeared into ashes. My motherland wanders in my mind, I should laugh at my passion, and I will be born early. The world is like a dream, and one statue still shines in the moonlight.

6. "Jiangchengzi Hunting in Mizhou" - Su Shi

I chatted like a teenager, holding the yellow on the left and the blue on the right. Brocade hats and mink fur coats, thousands of cavalry rolling around Pinggang. If you want to repay the beautiful city, you will follow the governor, shoot the tiger yourself, and watch Sun Lang.

It doesn’t matter if you’re drunk, your chest is still open, and your temples are slightly frosted! In the cloud of holding the knot, when will Feng Tang be sent? He can hold the eagle bow like the full moon, look northwest, and shoot at the wolf.

7. "Jiang Chengzi's dream on the night of the 20th day of the first lunar month of Yi Mao" - Su Shi

Ten years of life and death are uncertain. If you don’t think about it, you will never forget it. Thousands of miles of lonely tomb, no place to speak of desolation. Even if we meet, we should not know each other, our faces are covered with dust and our temples are like frost.

When night comes, I suddenly return home with a deep dream. Xiaoxuan window, dressing up. They looked at each other without words, only a thousand lines of tears. It is expected that the broken part of the intestines will be cut off every year, on a bright moonlit night, there will be short pines.

8. "Little Heavy Mountain" - Yue Fei

The cicadas couldn't stop chirping in the cold last night. Shocked back from a thousand-mile dream, it’s been the third update. Get up and walk around the steps alone. People are quiet, and the moon is dimly bright outside the curtain.

A white head is a sign of fame. Old mountains and old pines and bamboos block the return journey. I want to express my thoughts to Yao Qin. If you have few close friends, who will listen when your string is broken?

9. "The River is Red and Feelings" - Yue Fei

He was so angry that he leaned against the railing and the misty rain stopped. He raised his eyes, looked up to the sky and roared, with strong feelings.

Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait to see the young man's head grow white, and it will be empty and sad.

The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be eliminated? Driving a long car to trample it, Helan Mountain is missing.

Zhuangzhi eats the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and drinks the blood of Huns when they are thirsty. Waiting to start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.

10. "The river is full of red, my impressions of climbing the Yellow Crane Tower" - Yue Fei

Looking at the Central Plains, there are many city walls outside the desolate smoke. I think of those days when flowers covered willows and phoenix towers and dragon pavilions were built.

The front of the Long Live Mountain is surrounded by pearls and greenery, and music and singing are performed in the Peng Hu Hall. Up to now, the suburbs are full of iron cavalry, and the wind and dust are bad.

Where are the troops? The edge is strong; where is the people's safety? Fill gullies. Sigh that the country remains the same, thousands of villages are scattered.

When will I ask for a tassel to carry the sharp brigade and cross the Qinghe Road with a whip! But he returned and continued his tour of Hanyang, riding a yellow crane.