1. Need a translation of Cao Zhi's "The White Horse"

The white horse is equipped with a golden rein,

galloping northwest with its companions;

Don’t ask whose family this young man belongs to.

Is he a knight from Youzhou and Bingzhou?

He left his hometown when he was young,

Determined to devote himself to a foreign border;

Thinking of the scene of martial arts training in the past,

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Holding a sword and bow, waiting for the dawn.

The string-controlled bow is like a full moon,

The sharp arrow leaving the string is like a shooting star;

Like a shooting star cutting through the dark night, /p>

Kill flying scorpions and distant targets.

As alert as the apes in the trees,

As brave and agile as the leopards in the forest;

Once the news of the emergency in the side court comes,

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How can everyone look like a barbaric Hu Qi when they are burning?

The recruitment message is in our hands,

Urge our horses to rush to the battlefield;

Invincible, we can break through the Huns’ camps,

Return to the army , defeated Xianbei's sword and spear.

Since we are committed to a career that sheds blood,

how can we take the safety of life seriously?

If parents cannot take care of them and devote themselves to them,

What about the happiness of their wives, children and individuals?

With the honor and rise and fall of the motherland in mind,

Put aside your personal thoughts!

Dedicate yourself to your country, shed blood on the battlefield,

win the glory of victory and freedom! 2. Sad ancient sentences

Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.

The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless, beacons of war in troubled times.

Like flowers and beautiful families, time flies like water. We can’t go back to the past, but we can’t go back to the beginning. Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people around. It's hard to describe how lonely it is.

This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends. As time goes by, love never ends.

The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. It seems that these stars are not last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.

Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking or forgetting, thousands of miles away in a solitary grave, with no place to express desolation. Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea.

Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever. Fenghua is like quicksand, and old age is like a period of time.

1. Use my three lives of fireworks to exchange for your lifetime of confusion. 2. I am young and my time is wasted.

3. The street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You pick up the lamp and look back. The short pavilion is short and the world is rolling. I sigh again. 4. Who made the string break in the end, the flowers fell on the shoulders, and the flowers fell on the shoulders, and they were in a trance. 5. How many beauties were haggard, how much lovesickness was broken, and only the blood stained the ink and the fragrance were left to cry in the grave.

6. The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.

7. Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will be reincarnated for your smile. 8. I send you a song, no matter who gathers or disperses at the end of the song.

9. Who burns the smoke and disperses the vertical and horizontal ties. 10. Listen to the broken string and cut off the three thousand obsessions.

The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.

11. There are trees in the mountains, and the trees have branches. I am happy but you don’t know it. 12. Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The ruined country is the homeland.

Ling Ling refused to play, and her shadow was startling. 13. In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening. There were dancing sleeves on top that would captivate the city and the country.

14. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you. 15. Once the spring goes, the beauty will grow old, and the flowers will fall and people will die.

16. The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows.

17. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.

18. Like a beautiful family, the years pass by like a fleeting time. You can’t go back to the past, but you can’t go back to the beginning. 19. Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people around. It’s indescribable to be so lonely.

20. This time I left you, it was wind, rain, and night; you smiled, I waved my hand, and a lonely road spread to both ends. 21. As time goes by, love never ends.

The heart is like a double mesh with thousands of knots in it. 22. It seems that these stars are not like last night, for whom the wind and dew set the midnight sun.

23. Ten years of life and death are boundless, without thinking, unforgettable, thousands of miles in a lonely tomb, with nowhere to talk about desolation. 24. Butterflies are beautiful, but after all, butterflies cannot fly across the sea.

25. Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world. After letting Hua give up, it was only a moment, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever. 26. Fenghua is like a finger of quicksand, and old age is like a period of time.

27. Mountains and rivers are handed over, and I smile for you. 28. A few moments of lamentation and a few lifetimes of joys and sorrows make me laugh at the fact that I can’t help but have my destiny.

29. After passing through the years, I dream back to watching the fireworks blooming by the Qushui River and the full moon. 30. The fog cleared and I woke up from the dream. I finally saw the reality. It was the silence after thousands of sails had passed.

31. At the two ends of life, we stand on the shore of each other. 32. Destiny gathers and dissipates. Destiny is like water. We carry the world on our backs, just for one word, waiting for the next meeting.

33. Look at the sky, the earth, the sun and the moon, they are silent and silent; the green mountains and long rivers stretch for generations; just like in my heart, you have never left or changed. 34. So be it, the mountains and rivers will never meet again.

35. If you don’t look back, why not forget. Since there is no fate, why make an oath?

Everything today is like water without a trace. Tomorrow and evening, you are no longer a stranger.

36. The heart is slightly moved, but the love is far away. Things are not the same, people are not the same, everything is different, and the past cannot be pursued. 37. Maybe it’s the marriage in the previous life or the fate in the next life. Meeting each other in this life only adds to a fruitless grudge.

38. Year after year, one day after another, one autumn after another, one generation gathers and one parting, one happy and one sad, one couch and one bed, one lifetime and one dream. I'm looking for a group of acquaintances here. They get to know each other, play and sing for a while. 39. Always born in unexpected years.

Looking back to the other side. Even though the scene of discovery is long.

40. There is a kind of forbearance that actually contains a kind of power, and there is a kind of silence that is actually a shocking confession. 41. Just looking back at you makes me miss you.

42. Raise a glass and get drunk alone. After drinking the snow, you will feel confused and one year old. 43. Turn around, a wisp of cold fragrance is far away, the passing snow is deep, and the smile is shallow.

In the next life, you will save me, okay? 44. One flower and one world, one leaf and one pursuit. A song and a sigh, a lifetime for one person.

45. The world is always like water, and tears are rarely needed. How can we spend a lifetime of love? Don't be sentimental, for love will hurt yourself. 47. Whoever accepts someone’s calamity becomes someone’s obsession.

48. If you run wild, I will accompany you with wine in this life. 49. If life were just like the first time we met, it would be ordinary.

50. There is a tiger in your heart and you smell the roses carefully. After the feast, there were tears.

The moon is pale, the wind is miserable, and an ancient pipa song sours the attachment of this life. Longing comes at night, flowing in the sea of ????the moon, filling the night sky. The imprint left by the sound of the sound collides with the stirring in the heart. Tears overflow the eyes, flowing down freely, like a string of music. Weeping like complaining.

Drinking the moon a thousand feet, feeling lovesickness in the silent night, it is difficult to express a single strand of love. Fragments of the past become a lifetime of sadness to be read carefully.

The past events are unforgettable, and the long-lasting thoughts are torn into threads. I hate that I can't fall asleep at night, and the longing is sprinkled all over the ground. The thin and cold moon is thin, and the details pop up in my eyes, connecting the strands of love.

Tonight; step on the moonlight and let the past fly, falling on every string of the piano, touching the sound like a complaint. The thoughts in the soft arms filled the night, turning into low calls, lingering and lingering into thin and melancholy, hiding in the corner of the night, falling into the light sadness in the arms, swaying into silence.

The lonely star is broken, the residual dream is broken, and the plain clothes are cold. The face in the mirror looks thin under the moon. Looking forward through the curtain makes me full of sadness.

I always want to escape those memories about you, return to the ultimate peace, and let my heart be calm and calm. However, the moment I turned around, you forgot the tenderness of thousands of years and planted a lasting wound for me in this life; even the drunkenness of a thousand cups cannot wipe out the sorrows of this life.

Inside and out, every word is engraved with the heart. Only one song tells an unchanging story, which fades into the bottom of my heart. The autumn water lasts for a long time, and the setting sun looks like blood.

Looking back, I can’t help but smile at the sadness and joy. The dreams in whispers and the tender pity on the pillow are as picturesque as a dream. Your grace and elegance passed through my eyes, turning into a curtain of dreams, falling on the soft moonlit night, gently arousing countless concerns; all kinds of tender affection in the past still graced the center of my eyebrows, lingering gracefully. Qinqin is slightly fragrant; gentleness becomes a poem full of notes, released to the fullest in the night, but there are slight tears on the face.

How can we stay together when we are drunk and forget each other? It is pitiable. 3. Poems of Sha Po Lang

The body that has been sleeping for a thousand years wakes up from the rotten branches and dead leaves. It is the nightingale’s sad sigh that undoes the spell

Who sealed the forgotten sword and followed the flute? The sound and horse hooves find you

The most glorious sacrifice is the fate of a hero. The moment he swings his sword, his heart is crying

Born to prove the traces of the existence of love. A greater life after the fire burns.

The dawn and the crescent moon are alternating, I have traveled through centuries just for you

The cherry blossom petals are falling, this sad scenery can never be wiped away by the sword and the shadow of a lifetime

Life It is to prove the traces of love, the greater life after the fire burns

Killing is to praise the magnificence before destruction. The night is a wolf with deep eyes, lonely waiting for the dawn

Am I destined to be homeless? The fate of my broken wings, until you are you, let me find myself

Living is to prove the traces of the existence of love, the greater life after the fire burns

Killing is to praise the destruction before The magnificent night is like a wolf's deep eyes, lonely waiting for the dawn 4. Sentences with ancient sentiments

1. Use my three lives of fireworks to exchange your lifetime of confusion.

2. Fenghua is like quicksand, and old age is like a period of time.

3. The street is long and the fireworks are numerous. You pick up the lamp and look back.

The short pavilion is short and the world is rolling around. I sigh again.

4. Who made the string break in the end, the flowers fell on the shoulders, and the flowers fell on the shoulders, in a trance and confusion

5. How many beauties are haggard, how many lovesickness are broken, only the blood is left to stain the ink fragrance and cry in the grave.

6. The vast land can be destroyed with one sword, where will the bustling music and songs fall. Leaning against the clouds, thousands of pots hide my loneliness, even if others laugh at me in vain.

7. Let him be pure and turbid in everything, and he will be reincarnated for your smile.

8. I send you a song, no matter where you are at the end of the song.

9. Who burns the smoke and disperses the vertical and horizontal ties.

10. Listen to the broken string and cut off the three thousand obsessions. The falling flowers are obliterated, and the wind is obliterated. If the flower is pity, it falls on whose fingertips.

11. There are trees in the mountains, but the trees have branches, and I am happy for you, but you don’t know it.

12. Whoever forgets each other will forget first. The overthrow of the country is the homeland. Ling Ling refused to play, and the shadows were startling.

13. In the past, there were high-rise buildings where people could sing in the morning and sing in the evening, and there were dancing sleeves that would captivate the city and the country.

14. When all the floating flowers and waves are gone, I will be alone with you.

15. Finally, the mist and rain from the south of the Yangtze River covered the world, and after letting the flowers fade away, it was just a scene, and the mountains and rivers were silent forever

16. The still water ran deep, and the Cangsheng played songs; three lives The clouds and clouds wax and wane, and there are joys and sorrows.

17. The shadows of flowers under the moon are smiling at the love and hatred in the world. The world is thousands of feet long, and the flowers are endless.

18. The bell hangs under the eaves, and the eaves guard the bell, but the bell does not know it; the wind moves the heart of the bell, and the bell is the song of the wind, but the wind cannot understand it; the world says that the most ruthless thing is like the passing wind; I say, the eaves What's wrong with being stupid!

19. A few moments of lamentation and joys and sorrows, it’s ridiculous that my fate is decided by nature.

20. A thousand years of fame will bury you in one lifetime. The exquisite country is ridiculous but has no king's destiny.

21. The reason why peach blossoms are lonely is because they grow for emotional people and bloom for sad people.

22. The Phoenix Tour on the Phoenix Platform broke the promise and left, waiting all night. From then on, thousands of miles away, south and north of the Yangtze River, wept.

23. Once the world is completely silent, I don’t know whether it is sad or sad.

24. The still water flows deep, and the Sheng plays songs; the clouds and sunshine in the three lives are full of joys and sorrows.

25. The passing years cover the past, passing by, hastily creating a trace of sadness.

26. There is no sadness in this season when you leave. Only the endless longing is spreading wildly.

27. Life can be full of joy, and death without regrets.

28. Build up the eternal love and crush the deep lovesickness.

29. The river is lonely, with dark green on both sides, and your figure is standing everywhere.

30. The charm of melancholy and clear distance is a distant and untouchable sadness, like a faint cloud and a lonely moon, which can only look into the distance of the sky.

31. The lights are shining, the voices are dim, and the songs are endless.

Dark clouds cover the moon, and there are no traces of people. It is indescribable to be so lonely.

32. Lament the tears of beauties, the death of heroes, and there is so much suffering in this world. Mountains and rivers are eternally silent, how can we be happy?

33. The sunset is like smoke, the floating clouds are thousands of illusions, the dianthus and maple bells are clear;

The idle man Zhuangsheng Poems and Wine Fairy, borrow a glass of wine to relax.

Yingdu commoners, lonely wind and poems about the moon, no plum blossoms left or left;

Gardenias are blooming, earth flowers are green, autumn ponds are cold, jade rains and lotuses are old.

34. Signs of the ups and downs of life naturally appear in front of us. Turning around and silence, distant mountains and flowing water, the world of mortals and diaries, mottled and memories are all concealed in the ink-like paint. The fate of this world.

35. Farewell to Beicheng. Looking back at Sansheng Amber. Xicheng Jue. Turn around and the glass will be white for the rest of your life.

When the dust has settled and all the dust has been washed away, who has laid down his hands and poured out the world for her? Who can embrace a beautiful woman and travel with her to the end of the world?

The wind blows the sand into a desert, and you wait for me, waiting for ten long years of meditation.

Meeting me is doomed to lead you from poverty to hell.

36. How many beauties are haggard, how many lovesicknesses are broken, leaving only blood dyed with ink and fragrant, crying in the graves.

37. Sitting alone on the window sill, facing the mirror, my face has gone through vicissitudes of life, and the moon is leaning against the wall while being supported by someone else.

38. If we can live thousands of miles apart, then why bother with you? Missing you for thousands of miles

Even if I miss you for thousands of years and thousands of miles of mountains and rivers

it can’t compare to the moment when I look into your eyes.

39. Who will really be separated from each other? Maybe they are red-faced and white-haired, or they are the strangest thing in the world. 5. The meaning of opportunity Read the original text

A ship was wrecked at sea. Before the shipwreck, a man was lucky enough to hold on to a piece of wood and drift with the current to a small island. He did not lose confidence, and traveled all over the island, finding almost everything he could eat, and built a small shed with wood to store his food. The food was enough for him to last for a month, and maybe he could wait until the passing of of ships.

He climbed to a high place and looked at the sea every day, but a week passed and he didn't see the shadow of a ship. One day, I went to look around again. It was overcast and there was thunder and lightning.

Suddenly, he saw thick smoke rising in the direction of his wooden shed. He hurriedly ran over. It turned out that lightning had ignited the wooden house, and the fire was burning fiercely. He hoped that a rain would soon put out the fire, because the fire in the wooden shed was There is all his food! However, when the wooden shed was reduced to ashes, the sky became clear and not a drop of rain fell.

He was desperate, thinking that God must have cut off his way out, so he ended his life on a tree in frustration. Shortly after he stopped breathing, a ship came over and people came to the island. The captain understood everything as soon as he saw the ashes and the body hanging on the tree. He said: "He didn't expect the thick smoke that came out after the fire." The smoke has led our ship here, and he will be rescued if he persists for a while.”

Opportunities often come at unexpected moments. For us, we must not only have the ability to create opportunities, but also have to wait. The courage of opportunity is like waiting for the dawn in a long night, the sun always rises after the darkest hour.