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"Red River"

Liao-Yelü Chongge

Thunder and wind from the sky, who can ask, the heroes of Zhongzhou? Everyone says that Zhao Jiu of Cangzhou saved the people from their misery. There are 100,000 rhinoceros armors in front of the tent, and Wanyan's blood is shed under the battle array of Yaoshan. For thousands of years, why wait for future generations to write about it, his heart is as hard as iron.

The destiny of the country has changed, the world has transformed, but the loyal hearts remain and the loyal souls survive. It is appropriate for the ruler and his subjects to unite and pay tribute to the heroes. We will then ascend the mountain again and let out a long roar. In this life, we must walk on the snow at Yanran, move forward, hold Taizu as equals, and sing to the sun and the moon.

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"Answering the Xianbei Siquegong of the Duan tribe before his execution"

Liao-Han Chang

I often hear that the Duan family is full of resentment and denounces us as minions in Yanyun.

The Li surname was originally from the Daye clan, and the Yan and Liu clans belonged to the Xiongnu clan.

The Baiyue were never under the rule of the Xia, and the people in Hexi have long been singing the songs of the Uighurs.

If Yanhuang asked about the nobles, they would mention the Sima family of the Jin Dynasty.

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Recalling the Huai River

Song-Wang Boyan

After a long absence from Huainan, I travel north, and am worried about the war inside and outside the eight passes.

In heaven, I am the prefect of Jingzhao, so I would rather stop living a romantic life.

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Butterfly Love Flower

Song-Wu Yu

A feather of sorrow follows the swallow away, the spring flowers are speechless, leaning against the bamboos in the evening. Walking alone on the green willow and fragrant grass road, the blue clouds should not roll up the acacia tree.

The oriole follows the wind in the corridor and speaks in vain, the eyebrows in the mirror are like the first flowers. Your heart is like the sea and I am like the mist, leaning on the railing is always a place of ecstasy.

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Walking on the Grass

Jin-Qin Hui

Spring has come to the frontier, and the mountains are far away in the clouds. The east wind blows suddenly in the deserted courtyard. The old taste of Nanyin is worth a thousand gold coins, and it can warm the belly with the new wine.

The dust has stopped, Li Lang is getting thinner. Who can describe the homesickness? Since I have followed the king to settle the hustle and bustle, I must wear flowers all over my head in this life.

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Visiting the Mausoleum of Emperor Zong Ze

Song-Zhao Jiu

The seagulls' flutes reach the distant sky, and this year the smoke of war has been extinguished thousands of miles away.

There are few houses to the north of Longmen, and the brim of Zong Gong’s hat is tilted where he sleeps.

I still worry about the country while looking at the overgrown graves; I recall the past in front of the jade desk.

How can I tell you about my life? I have to stay in Bianjing for a long time on the ferry boat.

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"Nian Nu Jiao"

Song-Yu Yunwen

The scenery is just right, on the river, there are drums, sea eels, and golden drums. The court officials are all wearing crowns, and they are working together for the great achievements. Tears fall on clothes, looking far into Jibei, and drinking together. The east wind is silent, who can tell the eternal longevity?

Hujia once blew on the frontier, and the Xiongnu herdsmen in the south trampled the moon of Bianliang. Clusters of green flowers destroyed the Golden Valley, and the farewell song of Yangguan was sung. Fortunately, there is a king, Zhao Jiu of Cangzhou, ashamed to say goodbye to Yishui. Don't ask, men, just go to the Huanglong Palace.

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Crossing the River

Kim-Lee Sung

The cold light of the two swords shines across the autumn sky, but the lofty ambition remains unfulfilled.

With a blue sky, he rode his horse to the three prefectures with pride, and with white hair and wrinkled face, he returned to Dengzhou.

The Prince of Shangcai missed his yellow dog, and the drunk officer of Ba Ling asked about being granted a title of nobility.

Broken blade, don’t mention the past, bury your bones with me in Laidong Hill.

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"Painted Boat Song"

Song Dynasty - Jiaofang Collection

The wild geese fly over the window at midnight, and the autumn wind blows all night in Luoyang.

The hometown is now quiet with thousands of houses, and the willow branches are long in the palace.

How could the wild flower know who its master is? Luofu on the white horse praises Xunlang.

Don't move the boat as it stirs up homesickness, for your heart may not be the same as mine.

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Ode to Bamboo

Song Dynasty - Shi Fahe

The mountain temple is surrounded by thousands of acres of green fields, and the hunched backs are talking about a good harvest.

Young children learn farming, and old men fish in the mountains and rivers.

What's the point of talking about Ge San and Guo Jie? Guangwu and Long Kang discussed the first and the last.

I will use my green pole to celebrate the Cold Festival and not ask about spring from the eastern fence.

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Wuling Spring

Liao-Yelü Dashi

The setting sun and the west wind fill the earth with autumn, and there are a few green peaks at the horizon.

A ray of cloud illuminates the evening, and the horses gallop across the field.

I am alone with my shadow, why bother asking about the way home?

The reeds by the Huang River are made into a Qiang flute, which can never be stopped and the dream cannot be awakened.

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Water Dragon Song

Song Dynasty - Yue Fei

The sound of horns and drums breaks the west wind, a few migrating wild geese fly away in a mess, the Yellow River rolls away, the Helan Mountains are in sight, who remembers the rise and fall?

I have been rowing for years, the waning moon in Jinyang, the old tree left a message, 30,000 volumes in my mind, my life's ambition, only the Longzhong Strategy

Fame and fortune cannot be thrown away lightly. Can the dust on my temples ever stop? The mountains and rivers are still there. I look at my sword by the lamplight, and the deserted city is clear.

Drink up the cup of wine, start again from the beginning, the remaining cliffs of Taihang Mountain face the dark blue of Yanshan Mountain, the wind and waves are mighty, and we will definitely enter Yumen Pass.

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"Mission to Hedong"

Goryeo-Jung Ji-sang

The golden drums and long songs are played in Xiuli Camp, and the east wind horns sound in Puzhou.

At dawn, cuckoos cry in the mountains; at dusk, dragons dance in the clear river.

The flag and banner of the Jinwu Army have the old color, as if to compare Li Sheng walking on new ice.

I have a heroic spirit and don't miss my hometown in Bohai.

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"Don't Xing Ling"

Xia-Li Renyou

The old man wailed as the bones piled up, and the swords and spears piled up on the tomb platform.

When the water in the canal of the Tang Dynasty ran out, the grasshoppers died, and the sunset clouds painted horns in mourning.

Last year, thousands of troops surged like the sea, but this year, the abandoned garrisons are not covered with moss.

Dongguo looked back and shed tears, which turned into the rolling Yellow River.

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Helan's Farewell

Liao-Yelü Dashi

The golden sands meet one after another at sunset, and auspicious clouds cover Linhuang for thousands of miles.

Qing Cong drove the jade chariot steadily, and the remaining fire in the mountains and rivers illuminated the long night.

The dew washes away the homesickness and dreams and becomes a pillow, the bronze camel shatters the leaves and leads Yu to his new hometown.

In this world, please stop reciting the lamentations of the Overlord. Who said that China has a border wall?

"Spring Journey in Taihang Mountains"

Song-Ma Kuo

Use maple leaves as bait to fish in mountain streams, and listen to the singing of orioles on the lotus pole.

The flowers fall in sudden rain and sudden clearness, and the green raincoat is sometimes folded and sometimes unfolded.

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

The east wind blows and the flowers in the mirror scatter, it is because of the song of white bones.

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"Farewell to the River"

Song-Ma Kuo

A bowl is split into two, and what you see is heartbreaking.

So many things have happened in half a lifetime, and my bed is covered with letters from home.

Stop the horse to collect the dry bones, stop whipping and endure the broken heart.

Don’t regret returning early, for fear of returning late will leave you without a homeland.

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"Watching the Execution and Giving it to Hong Ya"

Jin-Qin Hui

The geese are lost in the boundless ocean, the road in the pine forest is desolate in the night rain.

There is no place to stand high and see far, I have songs to sing but have no wine to drink.

Thousands of mountains separate the south of the Yangtze River, while the majestic Yanshan Mountains loom high in the north.

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