A piece of crow club drum.
Who can ask Lian Po to be old?
Can you still eat?
172 selling charcoal Weng
Sell charcoal Weng cut firewood and burn charcoal in Nanshan middle school
The face is covered with dust and fireworks, the temples are gray and the fingers are black.
What’s the money for selling charcoal? Wear clothes and eat in your mouth
Poor clothes, singleminded, worrying about charcoal, wishing it were cold.
At night, a foot of snow outside the city drives a charcoal car to roll over the ice.
Cows are sleepy and hungry, and they are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the city.
Who are the two riders? They were the servants of the eunuchs and the eunuchs
Put your hand in the mouth, press back and scold the cow and lead it north.
A car full of charcoal, more than a thousand Jin, and the imperial envoys will drive away the generals.
Char value of half a piece of red yarn and one piece of silk to cow head.
Drink alone in 173 months
Spend a pot of wine on a blind date.
Raise a glass to invite to bring me my shadow and make us three to the moon.
And my shadow tagged me vacantly;, alas, the moon was unable to drink
But still for a while I had these friends, carpe diem, be merry.
I sang. The moon encouraged me, I’m dancing.
Have sex with and then I was drunk, and we lost one another when you wake up.
Travel to I watch the long road of the River of Stars with eternal love
Xiao zhong shan 174
I couldn’t stop singing last night.
It’s already midnight when I’m shocked to return to my dream.
Get up and walk around the steps alone
People quietly curtain the moon.
Baishou fame
The pine and bamboo in the old mountain are always blocked from returning home
I would confide to my lute what I have in view
Who listens to a bosom friend who has few strings broken?
175 Yan Ge Hang *
To repel the savage invaders, our generals, leaving their families, the northeastern border of China was dark with smoke and dust
Men’s selfrespect is rampant, and the sky is very colorful.
Gold cutting drums, elms, flags and stones
A captain Yu Fei Han Hai the Tartar chieftain’s huntingfires glimmered along Wolf Mountain
But soon the barbarians’ horses were plunging through wind and rain, and heights and rivers were cold and bleak there at the outer border
Half of our men at the front were killed, but the other half are living Meiren Zhangyou Song and Dance
The few surviving watchers by the lonely wall at sunset, as autumn ends in the grey sand, with the grasses all withered
Serving in a good cause, hold life and the foeman lightly Wanji Mountain has not been cleared.
And here at home the wife are sobbing, still at the front, iron armour is worn and battered thin
Still in this southern city young wives’ hearts are breaking recruited Ji Bei to look back.
The edge wind is fluttering, and the degree of seclusion is even more vast.
Murder, threetime array, cold clouds, one night, Diao Dou
When death becomes a duty, who stops to think of fame, until white swords can be seen again, spattered with red blood
Yet in speaking of the rigours of warfare on the desert still remembers General Li today.
176 Ba Jiu asking for the moon
When is the bright moon rising above the sky? I’ll stop for a question today.
People can’t climb the moon, but they follow each other.
As bright as a flying mirror, the green smoke in Dan Que is extinguished, and the hair is clear and bright.
But do you know Xiang Yun when you see Xiao Lai Ning coming from the sea?
Who is the neighbor of Chang ‘e who lives alone in autumn and spring?
Today, people don’t see the ancient months, and this month used to shine on the ancients.
If the ancients and modern people look at the moon together, it is the same.
I only hope that when the song is right, the moonlight will shine in the golden bottle.
177 Linjiang Xian
Rolling the Yangtze River eastward, passing water.
Its waves scouring away all heroes.
Turn right and wrong
But the green mountains will be there still