The road to Guanshan is long and far away, and the yellow grass is rustling in the autumn wind.

Thousands of horses gallop from Mount Yao into the sunset, and thousands of stars rise from the Wei Bridge.

The noise of fighting soldiers spread across the vast sea, and the unicorns fought to reach the red sky.

I am grateful that you came from afar to chat with me, and I donated your flag to the Bohai Tide.

Manjiang Hongliao-Brother Yelu Chong

When the wind and thunder fall from the sky, who can ask, who are the heroes of Zhongzhou? Everyone is dead, Zhao Jiu of Cangzhou, and the people are hanging upside down. There are a hundred thousand rhinoceros armors in front of the tent, and the blood of the face is wiped out under the Yaoshan formation. Looking at the future, how can I wait for future generations to write, my heart is like this

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The fate of the country has changed, the world has changed, the loyal heart remains, the soul of loyalty remains, it is appropriate for the monarch and his ministers to unite and share the glory of the heroes. Once again, the long roar has been extinguished. In this life, I must step on the snow, move forward, hold the Taizu Qi eyebrows, and sing to the sun and the moon.

Reply to Duan Bu Xianbei Si Que Gong Liao before execution - Han Chang

I often hear that Mr. Duan is very angry and accuses me of being a pawn in Yanyun.

Li's surname was originally the Daye family, and Yan Liu belonged to the Xiongnu clan.

Baiyue is no longer the leader of the Xia Dynasty, and Hexi has been singing Uighur songs for a long time.

If the envoy Yanhuang asks the nobles, he should talk about the Sima family of the Jin Dynasty.

Recalling the Song Dynasty on the Huaihe River-Wang Boyan

After a long absence from Huainan and traveling north, I am worried about the war inside and outside the Eight Passes.

In the sky, there is also a sign of Beijing, and the wind and moon are all over the body, and they are resting.

Die Loves Flower Song-Wu Yu

A feather's sorrow goes with the swallow, the spring flowers are speechless, I lean on Xiangzhu at dusk. I walk alone on the green poplar and grass road, and the blue clouds do not roll around the acacia tree.

The orioles follow the wind in the corridor and explain their words in the air, and the eyebrows in the mirror are as if they were painted at the beginning of flowers. Your heart is like the sea, and your concubines are like the mist. Leaning on the railing is always a place of ecstasy.

Walking on the Sand and Traveling with Gold-Qin Hui

Spring has arrived, and the clouds are far away. The east wind is blowing in the bleak courtyard. The old Nanyin sounds are worth a thousand dollars, and it is worth talking about to warm your belly with new fermented wine.

The dust has ceased, and Li Lang will lose weight easily. Who can describe a scroll of homesickness? Now that he has settled down with the king, he will have to wear hairpins all over his head in this life.

Ye Zong Zeling Song Dynasty-Zhao Jiu

The piccolo of the sand gull reaches the distant sky, and the beacon smoke is extinguished thousands of miles away this year.

Looking north from Longmen, there are few people, and the hat brim is tilted where Zong Gong sleeps.

The tombs are barren and weeds are still worrying about the country, and the sapphire case recalls the past.

Why can you sue to settle the business? Bianjing Chang left a boat to cross the river.

Nian Nujiao Song-Yu Yunwen

The scenery is just right. On the river, there are Jiegu, sea loach and golden watch. The ministers of the dynasty are wearing crowns, and they have made great achievements together. Tears are shed on their clothes, looking at Jibei in the distance, and they drink the contents of the cup together. The east wind has no words, who can say that the eternity will last forever.

Hujia was blowing on the fortress, and the Huns were herding in the south, trampling the moon in Bianliang. Clusters of green flowers and golden valleys, Yangguan Li singing loudly. Fortunately, the king, Zhao Jiu of Cangzhou, was ashamed to say goodbye to Yi Shui. My husband, don't ask, and go to Huanglong Palace.

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Crossing the River Gold-Li Cheng

The cold light of the two swords is thousands of miles away, and the ambition of the high clouds has not yet been fulfilled.

Qingyun Zumaarao Sanfu, white hair and pale face returned to Dengzhou.

The master of Shang Cai missed the yellow dog, and the drunk captain of Ba Ling asked about the title of marquis.

Broken Blade will not mention what happened back then, and he will bury his bones in Laidong Hill with me.

Painted Boat Song Song-Jiaofang Collection

The wild geese pass through the window of the building, the night is still young, and the autumn wind pillows Luoyang.

Nowadays, thousands of homes in my hometown are quiet, and the willows on the palace gates are long.

Ye Fang doesn't know who is the master. Luo Fu's white horse praises Xun Lang.

Don't move your boat to arouse homesickness. Your heart may not be as strong as your concubine's.

Ode to Bamboo in the Song Dynasty-Shi Fahe

There are thousands of hectares of green seedlings in the mountain temple, and the crotched support means a good harvest.

The young boy is learning to cultivate crops, and his white head is lying in front of the mountains and rivers fishing.

Ge Sanguo's explanation is not enough, Guangwu Longkang's theory is the first.

And use the green pole to pay tribute to the cold season, and don't ask the east fence for spring.

Wuling Chunliao-Yelü Dashi

The setting sun, the west wind, and the autumn sky cover the ground, and there are countless green peaks in the sky.

A wisp of clouds illuminates the late Ming Dynasty, disturbing the horses.

I'm so close to each other, why bother asking about my return journey.

Lin Jia plays the Qiang flute in front of the lake. He can't play it all, and he can't wake up from his dream.

Water Dragon Song of the Song Dynasty - Yue Fei

The Jia drum blows through the west wind, the heroes of the expedition are numbered and left in disarray, the Yellow River rolls away, and the Helan Mountain is looked at, who remembers the rise and fall?

It has been a year since I struck the tree, the moon is waning in Jinyang, I left an inscription on the old tree, I have 30,000 volumes in my heart, I am in a good mood, I can only count it, Longzhongce

Fame is not something to be thrown away lightly. I wonder if the dust on my temples will stop? The mountains and rivers are still there. I stick to the lamp to read the sword, and the deserted city is vivid.

After finishing the cup of wine, I started from the beginning. The remaining walls of Taihang were facing Yanshan Mountain, the storm was mighty, and Yuguan was settled.

Making Hedong Goryeo - Zheng Zhichang

The golden drum sings long songs in the thin willow camp, and the east wind draws horns and sounds in Pujin.

At dawn, Du Yu cries and dawns on the mountain; at dusk, dragons dance and the river clears.

Jin Wu and Huan are wearing old colors, but they want to be like Li Sheng on the new ice.

I have a little bit of heroic spirit and don’t send my hometown to the Bohai Sea.

Biexing Lingxia-Li Renyou

The old man is crying on the pile of bones, and the mausoleum is full of swords and halberds.

In the Tang Dynasty, when the water ran out, the grasshoppers died, and the setting sun clouds painted horns in mourning.

Last year thousands of troops surged like a sea, but this year the garrison has been abandoned and no moss has grown.

Dongguo looked back and shed tears, just like the Yellow River rolling in.

Helan Liubie Liao - Yelu Dashi

The setting sun meets the golden sands one after another, and the auspicious clouds continue to appear for thousands of miles.

Steadyly driving the green chariot, leaving the jade chariot, the remaining fire in the rivers and mountains illuminates the night.

The dew washes away the countryside, making me a pillow for my dreams, and the broken leaves of the bronze camel bring me new memories of my hometown.

In this world, there is no need to sing about the overlord's feelings. Who said there would be a border wall in China?

Taihang spring travels to the Song Dynasty - Ma Kuo

The clear maple is used as bait to fish in the mountain stream, while the lotus pole sings and the evening orioles sing.

The flowers fall from the sudden rain and clear weather, and the green coir raincoats spread out when they are harvested.

All things are animistic and strive for spring, and the old man has nowhere to find a quiet place to live.

The east wind blows and the mirror flowers scatter, and the reason is the song of bones and millet.

Farewell to the Song Dynasty by River - Ma Kuo

One pot is divided into two, and everything you see is destructive.

Many things have happened in half a lifetime, and the bed is covered with letters from home.

Stop the horse to collect the withered bones, stop the whip and endure the broken heart.

Don't regret returning early, or fear returning home later.

Watching the punishment and giving gold to Hong Ya - Qin Hui

The wild geese are lost in the vast sea, and the road is miserable in the rainy night in the pine forest.

There is no place to look far from the heights, and there is no way to sing and drink with my heart.

The south of the Yangtze River is separated by thousands of ridges, and the northern part of the Great Wall is filled with bright and low Yanshan Mountains.

Wherever the willow and Qiang flutes are blowing, the spring breeze will not flow across the Liaoxi region.

Qinyuan Spring Song Dynasty-Zhao Jiu

The wine is high, the geese are flying in the sky, and there are only a few peaks. The present is more joyful than the past, the turbid waves are everywhere, Weiyang is still the same, the heroes are still there. Thousands of miles of clouds and waves, old things in Beifu, all the gold and iron horses are in your chest, look at me now, but
To be continued...