⑴Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian. ——Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress"

⑵ The long wind sends autumn geese thousands of miles away, and you can enjoy this high-rise building. ——Li Bai's "Farewell to Secretary Shu Yun at Xie Tiao Tower in Xuanzhou"

⑶Where can I get the local book? Return to Yanluoyang. ——Wang Wan "At the foot of Cibeigu Mountain"

⑷The scenery is different when autumn comes under the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. ——Fan Zhongyan's "The Proud Fisherman"

⑸The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are calling the frost and the moon. In the frosty morning and the moon, the sound of horse hooves breaks and the trumpets sound. ——* "Recalling Qin'e Loushan Pass"

⑹ The rain is coming early, the chickens are roosting early, the wind is high and the wild geese are slanting - Lu You's "Secluded Residence"

⑺The wind turns white waves , a line of characters "Goose Points the Blue Sky". ——Bai Juyi, "The Strange Scenery Viewed from the Jiang Tower at Night"

⑻ This year, the cold weather arrived early in Jiangxiang, and the wild geese were not seen flying until the Mid-Autumn Festival. ——Lu You in "Returning at Night"

⑽Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and white sun, and the north wind blows wild geese and snow. ——Gao Shi's "Farewell to Dong Da"

⑾Hu Yan spends his time on the edge of the sun, and is lost in the wind and snow on the river bank - Li Bai's "Thinking of a Thousand Miles"

⑿The snow is flying in the desert of Tianshan Mountain, and the geese come far away It is said that Shasai is cold. ——He Chao's "Joining the Army"

⒀Peng Yuan is burned with reed wine, and Shuanghong twists the arrow to see. The ancient city road along the Yellow River is filled with white snow in autumn. ——Li Kuo's "Send Off to General Zhenwu"

⒁There are endless geese in Dongting overnight, flying north without waiting for dawn. ——Li Yi "Listening to the Flute on a Spring Night"

⒂Autumn geese often fly at night, flocking in front and coming alone behind. ——Mei Yaochen's "Autumn Wild Geese" [Animal] Poems about Wild Geese

Early Wild Geese

Era: Tang Author: Du Mu Genre: Qilu Category: Animals

The autumn half of the golden river opens its strings, and the clouds fly away in mourning.

The moonlight of the fairy palm passed by, and the lamp of the long gate dimmed several times.

It should be noted that Hu Qi is here one after another, so how can he chase the spring breeze one by one.

Don’t hate Xiaoxiang, a place with few people and lots of water, wild rice and berry moss on the banks.

Returning to the Wild Geese

Era: Tang Author: Qian Qi Genre: Qijue

Xiaoxiang is so easy to return to, the water is clear and the sand is clear with moss on both sides.

Twenty-five strings play the moon at night, but the resentment comes flying

Lone Goose

Era: Song Author: Li Qingzhao Genre: Ci

Falling asleep under the rattan bed and paper tent, I can't say I have any good thoughts.

The agarwood is intermittent and the jade furnace is cold, accompanying my feelings like water.

Three sounds of the flute, the heart of the plum blossom is broken, so much love in spring.

The gentle wind and drizzle make the ground rustle, prompting thousands of tears again.

The flute player goes to the empty jade tower, leaning against someone with a broken heart.

A broken branch Yes, there is no one in the world or heaven to whom I can send

Lone Wild Goose

Era: Tang Author: Cui Tu Genre: Wulu

A few lines are exhausted, and I think of you alone. What.

The evening rain has lost its call, and it is too late to go down to the cold pond.

The clouds in Nagisa are dark and the moon is cold.

It may not be possible to meet the requirements, but flying alone is suspicious.

Lonely Goose

Era: Song Dynasty Author: Li Qingzhao Genre: Ci

People in the world write poems about plum blossoms, and their writing is customary. I tried to write an article and found out that the preface was not unreasonable.

Falling asleep under the rattan bed and paper tent,

I have so many wonderful thoughts.

The ashes of smoke are broken by the coldness of the jade furnace,

My feelings are like water.

Three tricks in the flute,

The heart of the plum blossom is broken,

How much spring love.

The gentle wind and drizzle rustled the ground,

Another thousand lines of tears were shed.

The jade tower is empty when the flute player leaves.

Who does the broken heart lean on?

One branch is broken off,

There is no one in the world or in heaven who can send it.

Gui Yan

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Fu Genre: Wujue

A visitor from the east comes thousands of miles away and returns after a random number of years. The wild geese in the heartbroken river are flying high and due north.

Autumn Wild Geese (a poem by Yu Shinan)

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Chu Liang

It was frosty and windy at dusk, and it was difficult to turn the feathers. In order to convey the message, Pianpian entered the forest.

Hongyan

Era: Pre-Qin Dynasty Author: Book of Songs

When the wild goose is flying, its feathers must be prudent.

The son is in the war, and he is working in the wild.

Love and carelessness, I feel sorry for this widower.

The wild geese are flying and gathering in Zhongze.

His son built hundreds of blocks on the wall.

Although he works hard, he still lives in peace.

The wild geese are flying, whining and wailing.

This wise man calls me hard work.

I am a fool who accuses me of being arrogant.

Smell the Wild Geese

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Du Mu Genre: Wulu

Take Shuangnan to the wild geese, and have a good night in Tingsha.

Where to start? Flying high to the ends of the sea.

The sound of entering the clouds gradually fades away, and the road away from the mountain is still on credit.

The dream of returning home ended at that time, and I was about to reach home.

Wild Geese

Era: Tang Author: Du Mu Genre: Qilu

Farewell to my hometown thousands of miles away from my hometown, snow and rain fly towards Xiaoxiang.

Several lonely pillows make me cry, and several high-rise buildings are about to break my heart.

Spending the day slanting away from the shadows, walking in the wind.

I work hard to come to Hengyue every year, and my wings destroy Longsai Shuang.

When I first heard that there were no cicadas in the wild geese, the water a hundred feet high reached the sky.

The young girl Su'e can withstand the cold, and she fights with Chanjuan in the frost in the middle of the moon.

——Li Shangyin (Shuangyue)

Who in the clouds sent a brocade book? When the wild goose came back, the moon was full on the west tower.

——Li Qingzhao (One Cut Plum)

The dream of a bed of ice and silver cannot come true, the sky is as clear as water and the clouds are light at night.

The sound of wild geese is far away from Xiaoxiang, and the moon shines brightly on the twelfth floor.

——Wen Tingyun (Yao Se Yuan)

The geese lead away the sorrowful heart, and the mountain carries the good moon.

——Li Bai (Climbing Yueyang Tower with Xia Twelve)

It’s hard to send all the books, and worry about the dreams.

I would like to follow the shadow of the lonely moon and shine in Fubo Camp.

——Shen Ruyun (Granny)

Who in the clouds sent me the brocade book

When the wild goose returned, the moon was full in the west building

——Li Qingzhao (One Prune Cut) Poems related to wild geese

1. On an autumn rainy night in Huainan, Gaozhai heard the wild geese coming. Wei Yingwu's "Wearing the Wild Geese"

2. The wood falls and the wild geese travel south, and the north wind blows and the river rises cold. Meng Haoran's "Pregnancy on the Early Cold River"

3. I raised my head and suddenly saw Hengyang geese. "The Bodhisattva raised his head and suddenly saw Hengyang geese" by Chen Dalsou

4. Thinking of Du Ling's dream, the geese returned to the pond full of birds. "Morning Journey to Shangshan" by Wen Tingyun

5. The autumn wind blows and white clouds fly, the vegetation turns yellow and the wild geese return south. Liu Che's "Autumn Wind Ci"

6. The lone wild goose does not drink and peck, but flies to the flock and sings. Du Fu's "Lone Wild Goose"

7. How can the jade seal and seal be reached? A wild goose flies across the clouds thousands of miles away. "Spring Rain" by Li Shangyin

8. My hometown is far away, and it’s time to think about it. Wei Yingwu's "Hearing the Wild Geese"

9. At what time the remaining stars o'clock, the wild geese cross the horizon, and the flute sounds and a man leans against the building. Zhao Gu's "Late Autumn in Chang'an"

10. The wild geese are first flying in the autumn shadow of Jiang Han, and the guests are carrying pots on the green vine. Du Mu's "Climbing the Mountain in Nine Days"

11. The heart chases the southern clouds and disappears, and the body follows the northern geese. Mr. Jiang's "Return to Yangzhou from Chang'an on September 9th..."

12. The wild goose has no books and is in a secluded place. Shi Dazu's "The Partridge Tianwei County Road has a pregnant woman"

13. Why don't you go back to Xiaoxiang in a hurry? The water is clear and the sand is bright with moss on both sides. "Guiyan" by Qian Qi

14. When I first heard that the geese were flying, there were no cicadas anymore, and the water reached the sky a hundred feet high. "Frost Moon" by Li Shangyin

15. The light clouds are solitary and the geese are far away, the cold sun is setting and the sky is red. Xuchang's picture "Linjiang Fairy Drinks and Disperses in the Pavilion and Goes to the West"

16. The spring breeze reaches Hengyang overnight, and the Chu River and Yanshan Mountain are thousands of miles long. Wang Gong's "Spring Goose"

17. In the spring when there is no news about the fish and geese, you will see two swallows fighting with their mouths in the mud. Guan Hanqing's "Song of the Great Virtue"

18. The swallows and geese are careless, following the clouds on the west bank of Taihu Lake. Jiang Kui's "Red Lips and Dingwei Winter Passing by Wu Song"

19. There is no evidence of the arrival of wild geese, and it is difficult to realize the dream of returning home after a long journey. Li Yu's "Qing Ping Le Farewell to Spring"

20. The west wind blew fiercely last night in the sycamore trees, the light moon was dim, and the good dreams were frightening. Where could there be a sound of wild geese from the high buildings? The geese are blocked, the crows are raised in the city, and the golden partridges are painted on the screen. Wen Tingyun's "The Willow Silk Grows"

21. The twenty-five strings play the moon at night, but the grievances fly away. Qian Qi's "Returning Wild Geese"

22. I dream about the fragrant grass and miss you, but the sound of wild geese is rare in the distance. Li Yu's "The Migrant Orioles Fall at Dawn"

23. The remaining fireflies are perched on the jade dew, and the early geese are flying over the Golden River. Xu Hun's "One of Three Early Autumn Poems"

24. The wind and rain in Bayuan are calm, and the flying geese are seen frequently in the evening. Ma Dai's "Autumn Residence in Ba Shang"

25. The evening rain has lost its call, and the cold pond has fallen late. "Lone Wild Goose" by Cui Tu

26. There are endless wild geese in Dongting all night long, and they fly north without waiting for dawn. Li Yi's "Hearing the Flute on a Spring Night"

27. After the rain has dimmed and the lanterns have faded away, I wake up from the drunkenness and the geese arrive alone on my pillow. Du Mu's "Late Autumn in Qi'an County"

28. There are only two rows of low-flying geese, knowing that people are leaning on them and painting the moon in the building. Fan Chengda's "Frost Sky and Dawn Horned Plum"

29. Only the wild geese by the river fly south in autumn.

Yu Xin's "Farewell to Zhou Shangshu"

30. Yidian Feng passed away the official letter, and two rows of wild geese led Du Lingqiu. "Climbing the North Tower of the City in Autumn Night" by Lu You

31. The river water invades the cloud shadows, and the geese want to fly south. Zhu Xi's "Shui Tiao Song Tou implicitly includes Du Mu's Qishan Poetry"

32. Last year, the farewell geese returned for the first time, and tonight the tailor's fireflies have flown away. Zhang Hong's "Girlfriends"

33. Most autumn geese are few, but there are more night monkeys. Gao Shi's "Sending Zheng Shiyu to Minzhong" Quotations from Yan Nanfei_Quotes about Yan Nanfei

The abandoned site of Afang is in the barren hills of the Han Dynasty. Foxes and rabbits travel in groups again. The luxury turns into a spring dream, leaving behind the sorrows of the past and present. Don't go up to Gu Yuantou. The tears are hard to hold back. The sun sets in the west, the wild geese fly south, and the Wei River flows eastward. ----Kang Yu's "Revelation of Heartfelt Love Makes Chang'an Nostalgia for the Past"

Wild geese fly from the north to the south, filial love is difficult to achieve, a promise made at the age of three is predestined for three lives, knowing that the rain will answer the heart, great love without words , Rainy and drunken nights, candles full of tears, sorrow and broken dreams, expressing one's ambitions through wine, falling in love at the end of the world, marriage on a thin line, chasing the wind and clouds, close friends and love, spring water in a river, infinite sources of sorrow, deep waters, troubled times, vicissitudes of life , the last wish, clouds and waves happen by chance, above the waves, hearts are connected, the sun and the moon can learn from each other, and we will join hands in tomorrow.

Wild geese fly south and never return

The pearl is beautiful, just like the original intention (poem) Inscription: The Secretary of the Comprehensive Party Committee of the Dongjiang Science and Technology Park Management Committee of Huizhou Zhongkai High-tech Zone gave some materials. My friend, although I am not talented, I still compose a poem in my humble pen to praise this pearl of the East River built by the grassroots party. Looking for the Sun in the Heart (Poetry 1) One after another, wild geese fly south, and groups of migratory birds migrate to the Dongjiang River. When the Dongjiang River is lush with water and grass, it is like spring all year round/Huizhou Zhongkai High-tech Zone Dongjiang Science and Technology Park, a national-level science and technology park, opens to the motherland. Such a warm embrace/Flocks of migratory birds plunge into their mother’s arms and choose this good place to live/A stream of red blood flows in their arteries, and their eyes are full of passion, always looking for that warmth

Dayannan Flying, do you know where to go?

How many times have the geese flown south? How many times have they been raining, snowing, and falling behind? Who will come back? ----Audio Monster

Looking at the wild geese flying south in a foreign land, the wanderer has been unable to return. I still remember the tears that a loving mother sent to her son, and each passing year has passed.

In spring, the sowing fields are full of life. When the geese return, the first words of love are fragrant. ----Dream wakes up in the world of spring, ten miles of peach blossoms and ten miles of wind blow up, and the fragrance breaks into the firewood door---- Candeng Meng's fifth watch is windy and autumn, all things are added to the years, worry about withered branches and hatred, what do you want from yesterday---- Candeng Meng In the autumn weather, don’t forget to sing and drink under the trees. Where are you? How can we stop talking when we meet? -----The remaining catkins are blown by the wind in autumn, and the lone wild goose flying in the north is worried. It's nostalgia, when will the war end? ----The remaining catkins are blown by the wind in autumn, and the lone wild goose flies south with worries. Nostalgia surges, when will the war end? ----Drunk and laughing in the long street in winter, the mountains and rivers are wrapped in plain clothes, all birds are empty, no one is seen, a little red plum blossoms-----Remnant dreams in the windy winter, leaning against the window and drinking alone at night, unable to sleep, the love is still there, looking forward to your return in the wind and snow. ---- Seeing Chang'an like this ---- The poem is like being away and intoxicated with the ancient style

Located in the middle reaches of the Xiangjiang River~ The geese flying north and south of Hengshan Mountain rest their wings and stop here, and the geese from Hengyang, which are thousands of miles away, usually come back here.

Once upon a time, we laughed together and watched the wild geese flying south, and we also laughed and watched the clouds rolling and rolling; now, you and I both have our own ta, who still remembers the original agreement.

Who puts on cassock for you and tells you that all four elements are empty? Who fights hundreds of battles for you and tells you that the snow geese are flying south? Who helped you write a book and tell you that the imperial power is great? Who holds the ancient Buddha in the lantern, chants scriptures, and sighs that I have no intention at all. Whoever guarded the border and killed all the Japanese pirates died in a foreign land. Whoever writes sharply and writes hundreds of poems is said to have exhausted his talent. This life, miss it. In this life, passing by. If there is more, if. I wish that there would be no results in this life.

As the autumn wind blows, the northern geese fly south, and Shanghai becomes a transit place for migratory birds for their annual migration. Pei Shangxuan became obsessed with watching birds. He sighed to Li Li: Migration is the most wonderful life habit of birds. How do they find where they are going after flying thousands of kilometers? Pei Shangxuan put his hands in an arc above his eyes. He looked up at the flock of birds flying over the city and shouted to Li Li, Li Li, look, look, the herringbone flock of geese. ----"Fifteen Years of Waiting for Migratory Birds"

One word expresses sorrow and lovesickness. They parted with each other's eyes, weeping and waving their clothes. I look back frequently, wishing you would never leave again. Looking around at the wild geese flying south, I asked you when you would return. It's late at night, and I can't sleep and my tears turn into traces. In June, flowers and butterflies fly, waiting for you to come back. The seven-line paper turned yellow, and dust rose from broken branches. The maples on the eight mountains are both red, and they end up holding the green leaves alone. Jiuzhongshan is boundless, and the geese passing by have no breath. The snow is flying ten miles away, when will we return from walking in the snow?

The cold wind howls at night, the dog barks softly in the shabby alley, I am drunk alone in the Yangguan, thousands of miles away, no one has returned, only the river geese come to fly south in autumn, the wild geese fly south, thinking about you, your appearance is haggard, you have to take off the hanging beam, and you will never regret following you on the long journey

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The cold wind blows from the north to the geese flying south, and the flowers wither and the trees wither. It’s hard to express our love for each other across the river, and we feel heartbroken when we look at each other from a distance.

The wild geese are flying south looking for where to return. The sound of a flute under the Nanshan Mountain is lingering in my ears. I open the window and my eyes are filled with peach blossoms and other fragrances. I add something to you in front of the cool hall at night

I am still very happy. I like you like a meteor falling to the ground, without any scruples. I still like you very much, like reincarnation, everlasting. I still like you very much, like a wild goose flying from the north to the south, regardless of the return date. I still like you very much, like a moth to a flame, I never tire of it. I still like you very much, like snow falling on the earth, lingering in my heart. I still like you very much, like the wind blowing in the willows, I can't help myself.

I still like you very much, like a kite with a broken string, I am extremely infatuated and angry. I still like you very much, like a dark alley, long and narrow. I still like you very much, like fishing in a deserted city, confusing.

Pushing the door under the moon is as careful as your footsteps. The thousand-year-old monument is easy to expand, but it is difficult to expand. Who can you show your true beauty and sincere heart to someone who plays the flute and plays rice wine and side dishes? How many dishes of rice wine and side dishes are there? The afterglow of the sunset is like your shyness and drunkenness. I copy this book. When I write, the fragrance of the ink never fades, leaving a lingering taste with you. It doesn’t matter who is circled by the line of cinnabar. The wind and moon, my preface is waiting for you to return, and the pen is suspended. How do you interpret the love words stacked on the top of the waves on the shore? No matter how I write, they are all wrong, and I am missing you alone. The understanding of a lifetime fades away in a blink of an eye. The bluestone street disappears in an instant. I look back and smile. Do you graciously hate me? You shake your head and sigh. Who made you frown? The boudoir only leaves the smell of rouge. Yan Nanfei turns around and glances at you with tears in his hands. Holding memories, how to sleep, how to regret, thoughts, dense stitches, embroidered shoes, needles, resentment, like flowers, butterflies, who will you complain about, it has nothing to do with the wind and moon, I am waiting for you to write back, no shame, no fear, right and wrong in the world, the rain hits the banana leaves, and it is Xiaoxiao for a few nights. I am waiting for the spring thunder to come. Remind you who you love----"Preface to Orchid Pavilion" by Fang Wenshan

People, why do you want to read? For example, when you see the sunset on the horizon and a row of wild geese flying south, what comes to your mind is: the setting sun and the solitary swans flying together, the autumn water and the long sky are the same color. Instead of: Damn, there are so many birds, damn, these birds are so fat, so beautiful, so damn beautiful

The autumn wind has passed and now the wild geese are flying south and they are leaving. I will meet Yi alone today. Thoughts on the Ming Dynasty

As the cicadas sing less often, I get up in the morning to put on my clothes and bundle my hair. I see the wild geese flying south, and the distant shadows are like running script. With a few strokes of your handwriting, you describe the falling leaves of the Beginning of Autumn. The bright moon is thousands of miles away, and I hold the lamp to save the lonely soul. I see the other side of the Forgotten River, sparkling like star sand. You put down the lotus lamp, reflecting the curling night in the summer season. The sweet osmanthus is fragrant, I am picking flowers and dew to make wine, and I see the green leaves and jade dew like flowing light. You are on the water side, looking back on the vast mist of the white dew season. The swallows are gone and the kites are flying. I am pillowing on a stone and reading ancient texts carefully. I see pines and cranes sitting there, the sound of springs is like wonderful bells, and you are washing your clothes by the stream, soaked by the cool breeze of the autumnal equinox. Golden chrysanthemums are everywhere. I climbed high on the Double Ninth Festival and looked into the distance. I saw the distant Nanshan Mountains, with white clouds like cotton wool. You half hugged me with sadness, remembering the shining silver frost in the cold dew season. The maple is as red as the sea. I put on my fur and stop to contemplate. I see the willow shadows are sparse, and the cold soul is like a broken hook. You half-cover the window, covering the cold moon in the frost season.

Youyou Ancient Style Lyrics 1 (The glory burns away the sand between your fingers) The sand between your fingers is flying, like you leaving in a hurry, burying your grudges with a handful of loess. (Acacia Monument) The west wind blows, scattering the fallen leaves into piles; the moon in front of the window is sad and beautiful; the cold geese fly south, but I face north; I knit my eyebrows and lean on the railing to wait for someone to return.

In a blink of an eye, the beautiful city disappears in an instant. Looking back at the bluestone street, I look back and smile. Do you hate me gracefully? You shake your head and sigh. Who makes you frown? The boudoir only leaves the smell of rouge. Yan Nanfei turns around and glances at you with tears in your eyes. Holding the moon in hand, recalling how to sleep and how to be worried, densely sewing embroidered shoes and needles, complaining, if flowers complain about butterflies, who will you blame?

A pot of wine, a pair of people, three or four rows of wild geese flying south, drinking together Talk everywhere. It talks about traveling from south to north, thinking in various ways, and hesitating in all kinds of ways, and the song fills the courtyard. ----Baidu "Baidu Music Collection - Ancient Style Love Songs"

Autumn comes and the wild geese fly south. The years call and never return. Drink a drop of clear tears and ask if you regret it. The past is like water, but life and death are together. So sincere, but it is For whom----critty "Flawless Night"

Thousands of miles of ice have frozen, thousands of miles of snow has drifted, the geese have flown south, the flowers have withered, frogs have hibernated, ants have entered their holes, and the mountains and rivers have become thinner. , the sun and the moon have become deserted, and you have left.

The beautiful woman looks at the south window and thinks about the wine in vain. The wild geese fly south, who is the dreamer? She sheds tears when she leaves. The tears fall silently and she is drunk in the end. The beautiful woman faces the south window, the bright moon makes her heart feel cold, she is tired from the past, and it is difficult to return. She has a thousand-year dream, dreaming of the setting sun and hating the cycle of reincarnation. The beauty faces the south window, who is she willing to marry? The time is barbaric, the memory is difficult to remember, the space is lonely, and looking back in loneliness makes it easy to grow old. My love for the south window is so deep that I can't push it away. I'm ashamed to play the piano, and the boat goes with me. I'm full of sorrow and longing. The beautiful woman looked at the south window and completely forgot about it. The stupid fox mourned and shed two lines of tears, painting the country and the mountains, thus ending the ancient grudge.

Originally, the talented man and the beautiful woman promised to live and die in the past; however, the lonely goose flew south, only saying depression and endless sorrow. Originally, the butterfly's clothes were flamboyant and the smile was exquisite; however, as long as the years are kept, the water will flow away. Originally, the beauty was like a dream, and the hair was like a rainbow; however, looking in the mirror with red makeup, tears locked in the eyes of the heart. Originally, she had red lips and bare hands, and her reputation was full of beauty; however, her black hair is still there, but her shadow has faded away in a hurry. Originally, the sky was fragrant and beautiful, and the jade and fat were condensed in the Yao Palace. However, one's heart is filled with sadness, and one's charming face is shattered in front of the mirror. Originally, after the rain in Xinshan, the moon was full on the west tower, but the maple forest was late and the empty valley was quiet. Originally, they were holding hands shoulder to shoulder, pouring tea and making wine. However, leaning on the railing and listening to the rain, the love remains the same. Originally, it was a cold day in October, so I caressed my hands lightly. However, it's raining in the morning, I don't know if it's raining. Originally, they were lovers in this mortal world, and they had the same intention even across the world. However, people's hearts are fickle, and I went south alone to become thinner.

Wild geese flying from the north to the south, a glass of wine

Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard, we have met in the sky several times in dreams. I never had the heart to put down my pen, the paper was filled with blood and tears. Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard, every plant and tree is haggard. It is said that Lingshan Mountain is a thousand feet high and it is difficult to find a single red rose. Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard, how many feelings are there in the world? I see geese flying south in the sky every day, but my heart is broken when I don’t see my old friend. Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard, once a year the cold star falls.

Looking at last year's star in the north, who is this year's cold star? Lingshan Guard, Lingshan Guard, where in Lingshan is there no blood? Listen to the sound of pines and waves in the middle of the night, telling the story of yesterday's merits and sins.

----Bai Yu's "Bamboo Branch Ci"