Song Xia Qu

Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

It is snowing in the Tianshan Mountains in May, but there are no flowers, only cold.

I heard broken willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery.

Watch the battle at dawn with the golden drum, sleep with the jade saddle in your arms at night.

I am willing to put my sword down from my waist to kill Loulan.

Yu Jia Ao

Fan Zhongyan of the Song Dynasty

The scenery is strange when autumn comes under the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds are heard from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke sets, the sun sets, and the lonely city closes.

A glass of dirty wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but there is no way for Yan Ran to return home. The Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people can't sleep, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears.

Don’t you see, the water of the Yellow River comes up from the sky, rushes to the sea and never returns. Don’t you see, the mirror in the high hall has sad white hair, and it looks like blue silk in the morning and turns to snow in the evening. If you are proud of life, you must have all the joy, and don't let the golden bottle stand empty against the moon. I am born with talent that will be useful, and I will come back after all my money has been spent.

"About Wine" by Li Bai of the Tang Dynasty

Look up at the vastness of the universe and look down at the prosperity of categories.

"Preface to the Lanting Collection" Jin Wang Xizhi

If you want to benefit the country's life and death, how can you avoid it because of misfortunes and blessings?

"Going to the garrison and telling the family at the entrance" by Qing Lin Zexu

Congratulations to the bridegroom. When the same father met, he responded in rhyme again

Song Xin Qiji

< p>The boss is embarrassed to say. It seems that now, the smell of Yuanlong and the entanglement of Meng Gong. I, the sick man, came to sing and drink loudly, causing the snow to fall from the top of the building. Laughing at wealth and honor, it is like a hair. Who will listen to the hard words? I remember that at that time, there was only the moon in the west window. Drink again and change to the harp.

Things are the same but people’s hearts are different. Ask Qu Nong: After all, how many separations have there been in China? No one cares about the car of sweat, blood and salt, and collects the bones of a horse thousands of miles away. The main road is cut off and the river is cut off. I pity you the most, Zhongxiaowu, because my heart is as strong as iron until death. Try your hand and mend the cracks in the sky.