Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has its time.

A poisonous snake flew in the fog and was finally covered with dust.

An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles.

The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.

The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky;

Blessings that nourish grace can last forever.

I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.

An ancient patriotic poem: Spring Hope (Du Fu)

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

Cherish Time: The Year of Long song: Han Dynasty

The trees in the garden are lush, and the crystal dew rises in the sun.

Spring fills the earth with hope, and everything presents a scene of prosperity.

I'm always afraid that when the autumn festival comes, the leaves of yellow flowers (synonymous with flowers here, Hua Yin) will wither.

The river runs to the sea, and when will it return to the west?

If young people don't work in time, they will only regret for life when they are old.

Farewell: Farewell to friends (Li Bai)

Green mountains are located on the north side of the city wall, and the sparkling water surrounds the east of the city.

Here we say goodbye to each other, and you, like losing your father, are floating in the wind and traveling far away.

Floating clouds are like wanderers, like wandering, and the sunset slowly goes down the mountain, which seems to be nostalgic.

With a wave of his hand, he will be separated from now on, and his friend on horseback will carry him on a long journey, blowing a long wind, as if reluctant to leave.

Breaking up with Xin Jian at Furong Inn (Wang Changling)

Misty rain enveloped Wu's day overnight; Send you in the morning, lonely and sad in Chushan!

Friends, if my friends in Luoyang invite me; Just say I'm still Bing Xin Okho, and stick to my faith!

Motherly love: a wandering son (Meng Jiao)

The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

War: The northeastern border of China is dark and full of smoke and dust (Gao Shi)

In the twenty-sixth year of Kaiyuan, a guest returned from Zhang Gong, the top scholar in the ancient imperial examination, and wrote "Ge Yanxing" as a sign of comfort and preparedness, so it was harmonious.

The northeast border of China is shrouded in smoke and dust. In order to repel the barbaric invaders, our generals left their families.

Stride forward together, looking like heroes should watch, and received the emperor's most cordial favor.

"chuāng" cuts drums with gold, and there are also "Jing" (pèi), "W ē i" (Yí) and "Jie Shi".

Until their captain in Shahai gave the order with feathers, the hunting fire of the Tatar chieftain flashed along the Wolf Mountain.

The highlands and rivers on the outer border were cold and desolate, but soon the barbarians' horses ran wild in the wind and rain.

Half of our soldiers at the front line were killed, but the other half are still alive, and beautiful girls are still singing and dancing for them in the camp!

In the poor autumn of the desert, Fii, a few surviving watchmen by the lonely wall in the sunset.

Serve the just cause and despise life and enemies. However, despite what they have done, Elm Street is still unsafe.

Still in the front line, the armor is thin, and the jade chopsticks (zh) will cry after leaving.

The hearts of young wives who are still in this southern city are broken, and Ji Ji looks back in the northern sky.

The violent wind cut off our progress, and there was nothing in the vastness!

Three times a day, the dark clouds of slaughter rose over the camp. All night, the drums on the hour trembled and gave a cold rumble.

Until the white sword is seen again, spattered with red blood, when death becomes a responsibility, who will stop to think about fame?

However, when it comes to the hardships of desert war, our name today is Li, the great general, who lived a long time ago!