Where are the willows and the Qiang flute blowing? The spring breeze does not reach Liaoxi.
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Qinyuanchun
Song-Zhao Jiu
The wine is highly rewarded, the geese fly away in the sky, and only a few peaks are left. I am happy today as in the past, the turbid waves have washed away everything, but Weiyang remains the same, and the heroic traces are left. The clouds and waves are thousands of miles away, the old stories of the Northern Palace, the golden weapons and iron horses are all in my mind, and now I look at me, but the spring breeze is not old, and I will not build the Wu Palace.
Success or failure is not in vain. Where in the Central Plains is there no golden fortress? Seeing the chaos in my eyes, I beat the railings and paddled in the middle of the stream, with a long breath. When fish and water meet, the cause is not over yet, so I should abandon the clay pot and beat the yellow bell. After drinking, I hold the iron plate and copper lute and sing the song of the Great River East.
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"Inscription on Mei Sheren's Painting of One Hundred Scenes of Jiangnan"
Song-Lv Benzhong
The long stream has fifteen bends and there are seven or eight small bridges crossing it.
The green pines welcome the poets, and the yellow birds leave for their home in the mountains and forests.
Under the moon, I am content with the pure joy without wine, and I recite poems alone with someone to help me with trimming my beard and eyebrows.
It is important for people to be comfortable and free from all constraints. They can eat some water shield and sea bass.
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"Looking at My Brother from a Distance at Guazhou Ferry"
Song-Zhao Heng
The heavenly soldiers hunt tigers at Yanyun Terrace, they raise their cups but wait for the wine to flow.
The heroes of Cangzhou have no criticism, the old man of Wulin asks about Penglai.
You must pick the willows at Yuguan before leaving, and don't admire the plum blossoms in the south of the Yangtze River when you return in triumph.
I follow Chen Si's example in writing Dou Fu, and you follow Wei Wu's example in viewing the vast ocean.
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"A Farewell Play to Lu Yihao"
Song-Anonymous
If it were not for the work of God and the Earth, there would be no spring breeze in the world.
The God of Spring also feels pity for the poor and sick, and all the trees turn red overnight.
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Eight Sounds of Ganzhou
Song-Zhao Jiu
Look at the heroes all over the vast land of China, don’t sigh in the dust of the barbarian world.
The old horse has grown old on the battlefield, and suddenly thunder and cloud rise up, cleansing the river and sky.
Why does the Qiang flute know me and blow away the remaining hair on my temples?
People should look up and not lean on the railing.
Twenty years have passed like a stream, the iron armor is cold in the moonlight, and the wind and sand are still chilly.
After the sound of drums died down, the jade cups under the tent became larger.
I have been looking for the old dream of Mount Lu, recalling the old years, and fighting with my spear at the Shrinking Beach.
I still feel regretful, in front of the pavilion there is a strange world and only an empty saddle is left.
Note: In the 20th year of Jianyan, Song Emperor Zhao Jiu and Yue Fei traveled to Hangzhou and wrote this poem in an unnamed pavilion. No one in the world could decipher it, and Zhao Jiu also did not explain it, so it became a mystery through the ages.
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"Jiang Chengzi-Yuan Day"
Song-Zhao Jiu
The green screens between the Taihang Mountains are full of vigor and vitality, and the longbows are ringing. Ten years of hard work have been completed, and the sound has stopped the clearing of Yuguan Pass. To avenge the shame of Jingkang, I should be proud of myself and wear eagle feathers.
Today, Yinhu is drunk and the mountains are tilted. He has established his achievements and fame, and entered the imperial court. He has great ambitions and does not know where to go. I heard that there is still wind and rain in the east of the sea, and I am pointing my whip at Huanglong City in the distance.
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"Red River-New Year's Day"
Song Dynasty - Yue Fei
North, south, east, and west, the battlefield is old, but the original intention has not been lost. Three or four sighs, the wise are in power, the heroes have wisdom. Guangwu Yuntai is still there, there is no need for people today to remember it in vain, wandering in the vast sea, by the Wolf Mountain, on the streets of Chang'an.
The northern frontier, the southern sea, the road to fame, is like a brocade. Xinfeng City, the helmets and willows are all out. Many of my old comrades, drifting away, have become guests in the graveyard. I raise my wine jar, leave all in one cup, to let you know.
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"Joining the Army"
Song-Han Shizhong
Deer and dragons and tigers are fighting, and the imperial guards are heading towards Dragon City from thousands of miles away.
The silver plates fall down the mountain passes, the white horses are born after the barbarian dust is swept away.
How many times have the north and the south fought each other in spring, and how many names have been wielded with golden swords and jade belts?
How could the Huns give up their courage? Their triumphant songs still attract a lot of attention.
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"Final Writings"
Jin-Wanyan Wushu
Once I leave my hometown, my soul will be scattered across the world.
Shedding tears for the trees on the white mountains, emptying the cup by the black water.
We parted at Yishui unintentionally, with wind, rain and sea mist covering the empty space.
Knowing that life has death, we should sing Qi Liang's poems.
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Crossing the Huanghe River
Jin-Qin Hui
Wild grasses at the end of the world bid farewell to the spring breeze, and the golden and purple gates are empty before my eyes.
Yesterday there was rain in Lulong, today there are carriages and horses accompanied by autumn wild geese.
When will hatred in life end? In the wine glass of the green mountains of my hometown.
I feel comforted that I have spent my whole life serving my country, and that I can shine alone on Mount Emei for eternity.
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"Song of Slowness-Thinking of Jun En"
Song Dynasty - Jiaofang Collection
The spring breeze has gone, and I dream of distant green mountains. The oriole sings outside the curtain. The swallows fly through the curtains and shine in the sound of banana leaves. The lonely flower has fallen into the blue waves, and the water lily is green. Every year, I put on makeup in front of the mirror, and the moment of joy is hard to remember.
I have no reason to express this hatred, where can I find it, the things left behind on the railings and curtains. Crows roost on the willows of Bian River, and the ground is covered with fallen flowers. The moving clouds ask who has lost weight, thinking back to the past, it must have been the slaves. How can I bear to listen to the dripping of the night clock, and the fragrance of the osmanthus falling.
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The two sides of the river are facing each other, and the Central Plains is in a state of peace. The elders sang: Since Lingzuo moved south, disasters have plagued the sacred land. The two saints have lost their rule, and leopards and wolves have let loose poison. The common people are saddened by the beasts, and the old capital is saddened by the loss of millet. The emperor is mediocre, but he wants to act clearly. He takes advantage of the time when the invaders are doomed by heaven and borrows the anger of the two rivers to fight. The wind of justice is drummed, and the whole country responds in unison. The prestige is spread, and the soldiers are brave, destroying the rebels in Nanyang and sweeping away the evil in Changsha. If it is not for the grace of heaven and the consent of the people, how can it be like this? Now the Eastern Barbarians are still cruel, and they have joined forces with Yanyun, and the East and West are looking back with rage, which has caused Guanxi to be isolated and dangerous, and Jingdong is not guarded. We should select wise men to teach military skills, give them prestige, make a brotherly agreement, and make a pact of life and death. Gather the loyal and righteous hearts of the heroes, and restore the heroic spirit of our ancestors. Train the troops, unite the horses, raise the spears and drive the horses northwards to Taihang. Advance to defend against the vicious bandits and destroy their nests, and retreat to show the power of the country and defend the old capital. The power of heaven is so great that the treacherous bandits are defeated and the remaining people, big and small, are all saved. Let Bianliang have the sound of the phoenix, and the remaining people will cherish the kindness of those who come from afar. This is what hundreds of millions of people hope for, and it is a country of benevolence.
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"A Letter to Wanyan"
The sage ruler has the duty to punish evil, and the king has the responsibility to settle chaos. Therefore, the Yellow Emperor raised an army in the Three Dynasties, and today, the heavenly army has repeatedly attacked. The successor of the Ming Dao wants to repair the Golden Bowl, return the people to the right calendar, and promote China to the four directions. Relying on the spirit of Taiyi Haotian and the strength of billions of people, from east to west, we have fought four battles, weathered the wind and rain, and have been in the past five years. Zhongzhou has been settled, and the pure customs have spread far and wide. However, the envoys of Yumen were all robbed by Zhang Qian, and the people of Tongliao were all harassed by Su Wu. This act of destroying morality and destroying virtue has a bad reputation in the West Sea, and the reckless act of starting a war has become filthy even among the Khitan. In addition, Meng An and Mouke have occupied the land at will, and the states with high houses and towering hills have been covered with dirt. Most of the land in the nine states has been plundered. The taxes are heavy, and people are exhausted. The streets are full of hungry people, and the roads are full of angry people. The old and the young all look south to the grace of the sage. In the ancient capital, I look north day and night, gnashing my teeth and weeping blood, plotting to plunder the court. These Eastern barbarians are ruthless and stubborn, following the example of their superiors, acting like wolves and dogs. Qin Hui is unruly and has no loyalty and righteousness, Wuzhu is immoral and cruel. Although they are treated with kindness and courtesy, their desires are insatiable. They do not think of leaving, but instead harbor cruelty and deceit. It is difficult to find a book about the invaders of a hundred generations. There has never been an enemy of China who is more shameless. Now we have both civil and military skills, and we can change our offense and defense. We can retreat to Huanglong, or we can linger and occupy Yanyun. We will be struck by thunder without form. The generals of the Restoration, Han Shizhong, Li Yanxian, Yue Pengju, Zhang Boying, Wu Jie, Li Qiong, Wang De, and Zhang Rong, were all as powerful as the sun and the moon, and they fought bravely to be the first. They were brave as tigers and rhinoceroses, and they attacked the east and west of the Yellow River with thunder and lightning. They swept away the pagodas like destroying dry trees and swept away the horses like pulling rotten wood. It was easy to recover Yanjing, surpassing the Han and Tang dynasties, and it would take only a few days. If they bared their flesh at the palace gates and kowtowed to apologize, they could keep their bodies intact to show mercy. If they were stubborn and raised troops to resist, they would be punished on behalf of heaven and punished like Chiyou.
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