Poems about snow in Xinjiang 1. Poems about Xinjiang
Poems about Xinjiang
Poems about
Xinjiang
Poems about Xinjiang
Listening to the blowing of flute on the Seychelles - Gao Shi.
The snow is over and the horses return to their herds,
The moon is bright and the Qiang flute is in the garrison building.
Ask me where the plum blossoms fall,
the wind blows all over the mountains.
The Moon in the Guanshan Mountains Li Bai
The moon is out of the sky, between the clouds and the sea.
The wind blew over the Jade Gate Pass for tens of thousands of miles.
The Han Dynasty is under the Baideng Road, and Hu peeps into the Green Bay.
The battlefield has been a place of war for a long time, and no one has ever seen it again.
The garrison looked at the border color, thinking of returning to the bitter face.
When the night is over, I sigh, but I should not be idle.
The Songs of Hengbuki - Rain and Snow
Li Duan
The snow falls on the Tianshan Mountain, and the rain falls on the night.
The wet horses are in chaos, and the beacons are on fire.
Dingzuo Suwu, Shule Fanqiang return.
If you look at the bottom of the Guantou, the leaves of the long elm will be scarce
The Song of the White Snow Sends the Judge to Return to the Capital Tang Cen Sen
The north wind rolls on the ground and the white grass is folded, and it snows on the Hutian sky in August.
The spring breeze came suddenly, and pear blossoms bloomed on thousands of trees.
The curtains are wet, the fox fur is not warm, and the coverlet is thin.
The general can't control the bow, and the iron coat is cold and hard to wear.
The sea is dry and icy for a hundred feet, and the clouds of sadness are gloomy for ten thousand miles.
The Chinese army set out to drink with the returnees, with the Huqin, the Pipa and the Qiang flute.
The snow is falling down from the door, and the red flag is frozen in the wind.
The snow filled the Tianshan Road when I left.
I can't see you on the mountain road, but I can't see you on the snowy sky.
Li Bai (李白)
The moon is out of the sky, between the clouds and the sea.
The long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, blowing through the Jade Gate Pass.
The Han Dynasty is under the Baideng Road, and Hu peeps into the Green Bay.
The battlefield has been a place of war for a long time, and no one has ever seen it again.
The garrison looked at the border color, thinking of returning to the bitter face.
When this night, the sigh should not be idle
Out of the Jiayuguan Pass, Lin Zexu
The strict customs of the hundred feet of the boundary of the sky west, 10,000 miles of the marchers in the horse's hooves.
The flying pavilions are far away from the Qin trees, and the dazzling walls are diagonally pressed by the low clouds of Longyun.
The sky and the mountains in the northwest are cut off and the vast sea is lost in sight.
Who said that the Bancon is a thousand years dangerous? The first thing you need to do is to look back and see a pill of mud.
Li Yi (李益), the soldier on the northern expedition
The sea wind is cold after the snow on the Tianshan Mountain,
and it is difficult to travel with a flute on the crossbar.
The moraine is a place for 300,000 soldiers,
a time to look back to the moonlight
The Rhetoric of the Cross-Blowing Songs - Plum Blossom Falls Lu Zhaolin
The flowers of the Meiling Mountains are beginning to blossom, and the snow of the Tianshan Mountains is not yet in bloom.
The snow is full of flowers, and the flowers look like snow.
The wind is in the sleeves of the dance, and the powder is in the dressing table.
The Huns have tens of thousands of miles, but they don't know when spring comes.
2. Ancient Poetry about Xinjiang
The Song of White Snow Sends Judge Wu to Return to the Capital
Cen Shen of the Tang Dynasty
The north wind rolls the ground white grass folded, the Hutian sky in August is the flying snow.
The spring breeze came suddenly, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed.
The curtains are wet, the fox fur is not warm, the brocade coverlet is thin.
The general can't control his bow, and the guardian's iron coat is cold and hard to wear.
The sea is dry and icy, and the clouds of sadness are gloomy for ten thousand miles.
The Chinese army set out to drink with the returning guests, with the Huqin, Pipa, and Qiang flute.
The snow falls from the door, and the wind switches the red flag.
The east gate of Wutai sends you away, and when you go, the snow fills the road to Tianshan.
I can't see you on the mountain road, but I can't see you on the snowy sky.
Li Bai
The moon is out of the sky, between the clouds and the sea.
The long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, blowing through the Jade Gate Pass.
Han down Baideng Road, Hu peeped the green bay.
The battlefield has been a place of war for a long time, and no one has ever seen it again.
The garrison looked at the border color, thinking of returning to the bitter face.
When this night, the sigh should not be idle out of the Jiayuguan Pass feeling Fu
Lin Zexu
The strict customs of the hundred feet of the boundary of the sky west,
Miles of soldiers in the horse's hooves.
The flying pavilion connects the Qin trees in the distance,
and the needle presses down the Long Yun.
The north-west of the Tianshan Mountains[1] is cut down to the shoulders,
and the vast sea is lost in sight.
Who said that Banyan is a dangerous place?
The only thing you can see is the mud of a pill. The Northern Expedition from the Army
Li Yi
After the snow on the Tianshan Mountain, the sea wind is cold, and it is difficult to travel with a flute.
The moraine is 300,000 soldiers, a moment to return to the moonlight to see the cross-bladed song - plum blossom fall
Lu Zhaolin
Meiling flowers at the beginning of the snow, Tianshan snow has not yet bloomed. The snow is full of flowers, and the flowers seem to return to the snow.
The wind is in the sleeves of the dance, and the powder is in the dressing table. The first thing you need to do is to get the best out of it.
The Song of Rain and Snow
Li Duan
The snow falls on the Tianshan Mountain, and the rain falls on the night. The wet horses are in chaos, and the beacons of the Han Dynasty are on fire.
Su Wu left in Dingzuo, and Fan Qiang returned to Shule.
3. Poems describing Xinjiang
1. Tianshan Snow Song sends Xiao Zhi back to Beijing
Tang Dynasty: Cen Sen
Tianshan snow clouds are often not open, thousands of peaks and ten thousand ridges of snow Cuiwei.
The north wind rolled over Chitingkou at night, and the snow was thicker on Tianshan Mountain overnight.
The moon shines on the silver mountains, and the winds of Hu are crossing the Iron Pass.
The birds fly away from the city of Jiahe, and the horses slip on the road of Luntai.
The cold and misty atmosphere is condensed for ten thousand miles, and the cloudy cliffs are covered with a thousand feet of ice.
The General's fox furs are not warm, and his sword is frozen and ready to break.
It is the time when the snow falls on the Tianshan Mountain, and it is the time to send the king back to the capital by horseback.
The first part of the story is about a man's life, and the second part of the story is about a man's life, and the third part of the story is about a man's life.
Translation
The clouds and snow on the Tianshan Mountain do not open all year round, and the lofty thousands of mountains and ridges are snow-capped.
At night, the north wind rolled over the Chiting intersection, and the Tianshan Mountain snow became thicker overnight.
The snow and moonlight reflect the silver mountain, snowflakes chasing the north wind flew through the iron pass.
The birds of prey have long been cut off from the city of Jiaoha, and it is difficult for the war horses to pass on the road of Luntai.
The sky is dark with cold clouds, and the cliffs are steep with ice.
The general's leather robe is not warm, and his sword is frozen as if it were about to break.
The Tianshan Mountain is the time when the snow flies, send off for the friend to return to the capital on horseback.
How can I express my feelings in the snow and ice, I can only give you a green pine and cypress branch!
2, from the army north
Tang Dynasty: Li Yi
Tianshan snow sea wind cold, cross flute blowing difficult to travel.
The three hundred thousand soldiers in the moraine, a moment to look back in the moon.
Translation
A heavy snow fell on the Tianshan Mountain, and the wind from the Qinghai Lake added to the cold. During the march, the warrior played the flute song "Hard to Walk".
Hearing this sad parting song, the 300,000 soldiers stationed at the border, all raised their heads to look at the rising moon.
3, alone do not see
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The white horse, who is the son, the yellow dragon border children.
The snow on the Tianshan Mountain is three zhang, is it not the time to travel far away.
The Spring Cymbidium is not the same as the Autumn Grass, and the Chicken is singing in the West Pond.
The wind is destroying the cold palms, and the moon is entering the frosty room.
I remember the year I left you, when I planted peaches to match my eyebrows.
The peach is now more than a hundred feet, but the flowers have fallen into dead branches.
The first time I saw you was when I was a child, and the second time I saw you was when I was a child, and the third time I saw you was when I was a child.
The translation
Riding on a white horse, who is the young man of the family, is in the Longcheng border fortress garrisoned city to make a success of the garrison. Tianshan is now freezing cold, the snow is three feet thick, how is this time suitable for a long journey? The spring cymbidium orchid suddenly became withered and turned into autumn grass, and the beauty in the boudoir has also reached the late twilight. In this bleak and desolate late fall, the curved pool came from a burst of squeaky shuttles sound. That is the wind blowing cold shuttle sound, the moon accompanied by frost, more apparent in the fall of the woman living in the boudoir of infinite sadness. I remember the year I parted with my husband, the peach tree planted in front of the door and her eyebrows. Now the peach tree is already more than a hundred feet high, blossom and fall decades past, many branches have withered. I have never seen my husband return, only sad tears alone empty flow.
4. Six Songs Under the Plateau - One of Them
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The snow on Tianshan Mountain in May is cold without flowers.
The flute heard the broken willow, the color of spring has not seen.
In the morning, the battle was fought with golden drums, and in the night, the sleep was held in jade saddles.
I would like to put my sword under my waist to cut down Loulan.
Translation
In May, the Tianshan Mountain is still full of snow, and there is nothing but cold air, so you can't see the flowers and plants at all.
Spring can only be imagined in the flute's song "Folding the Willow", and spring has never been seen in reality.
During the day, the soldiers fought to the death against the enemy to the sound of golden drums, but at night they slept with their saddles.
Hopefully, the sword hanging from their waist will be able to pacify the border soon and make a success for the country.
5, moraine
Tang Dynasty: Cen Sen
Horses west to the sky, resigned from home to see the moon twice round.
I don't know where to stay tonight, but the sand is so flat that it's hard to see.
The translation
I rode my horse westward almost to the sky, and since I left home, I have seen the full moon twice.
Tonight, I don't know where to stay, and I don't see any people for miles in this desert.
4. The text of the poem describes Xinjiang
From the army line
Wang Changling
Qinghai long clouds dark snow mountains, lonely city distantly looking at the Jade Gate Pass.
The yellow sand wears gold armor in a hundred battles.
Out of Sai
Wang Changling
Qin time bright moon Han time pass, ten thousand miles long march people have not yet.
But the dragon city will fly generals in, do not teach Hu Ma Du Yinshan.
The Song of Wuntai is dedicated to sending Feng Daifu on his western expedition - Cen Shen
The horns were blown at night at the head of Wuntai City, and the banner fell down in the north of Wuntai City. Last night, the book of the feather passed through Quli, and Shan Yu is already in Jinshan Mountain.
The garrison tower looks westward at the smoke and dust, the Han soldiers are in Luntai city. The general embraced the banner and marched west, and the flute was blown in the morning.
The four sides of the snow sea drums surge, the three armies shouted Yinshan move. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I'd ever seen a kid in my life.
Jianhe wind and snow flakes broad, Shakou stone frozen horse hooves off. The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.
The history of the past, who has not seen, now see the success of the ancients.
Listening to the flute on the Seaside - Gao Shi
The snow is over and the horses are still grazing, the moon is bright and the Qiang flute is in the garrison building. I'm not sure where the plum blossoms will fall, but the wind will blow them all over the mountains.
★Send Yuan Er to Anxi - Wang Wei
The rain is falling in the city of Wei, and the color of the willow is new. I would like to advise you to drink a glass of wine, and leave the Yangguan Pass in the west without an old friend.
★Farewell to Dong Da - Gao Shi
Thousands of miles of yellow clouds and twilight of the sun, the north wind blowing geese and snow.
There is no need to worry about the road ahead of you, for you don't know who you are.
The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night. The journey is out of the Han Dynasty, and the returning geese have entered the Hu Dynasty.
The desert is straight, the sun sets on the Yangtze River. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and you were in the middle of the night.
Under the Seige by Wang Changling
Cicadas are singing in the empty mulberry forests, and in August the Xiaoguan Road.
Cicadas are singing in the empty mulberry forest.
I have never been a guest of the world, but I am an old man of the dust and sand.
Don't follow the example of the ranger, pulling back and bragging about the purple monkey.
Ao of the Fisherman's House Fan Zhongyan
The scenery is different in the autumn under the Seychelles, and the wild geese in Hengyang have gone unnoticed. The sound of the border is heard on all sides. The city is closed, and the sun is setting. The first time I saw a cup of wine, I was at home for 10,000 miles, and I had no plan to return home. The Qiang Pipe is so long that the frost is all over the ground. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money.
The Night Journey to the Palace - Remembering the Dream Sending Shihbo Hun Lu You
The snowy day when reed is blowing, I don't know where I can find it. I don't know where the dream is. The iron horse is silent and looks like water. I think of Guanhe, west of Yanmen, and the blue sea.
In the cold light of sleep, the sound of the leakage is broken, and the moon is slanting on the window paper. I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to do that, but I'm going to be able to do it," he said. The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new pair of shoes or boots.
The Seven Songs of the March of the Army (Part V) by Wang Changling
The sun is dim in the desert wind and dust, and the red flag is half-rolled out of the door of the yamen.
The former army fought at night in the northern part of the Taohe River, and it was reported that they had captured the Tugu Hun alive.
Yanmen Taishou Xing Li He
The city wants to be destroyed by the black clouds, and the armor light opens up to the sun with golden scales.
The sound of horns filled the sky with autumn colors.
The red flag was half rolled up on the water, and the drums were cold and frosty.
I would like to report to you that I died for you on the golden stage, carrying the jade dragon with me.
Liangzhou Lyrics
Wang Zhilu
The Yellow River is far away from the white clouds, a lonely city of 10,000 feet of mountains. The Qiang flute has no need to complain about the willow, and the spring breeze does not pass through the Jade Gate.
Listen to the flute on the Seaside - Gao Shi.
The snow is over, the horses are still grazing, and the moon is bright, the Qiang flute is playing between the buildings. The wind is blowing all over the mountains.
Moon in the Guanshan Mountains
Li Bai
The moon is out of the sky, between the clouds and the sea.
The long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, blowing through the Jade Gate Pass.
Han down Baideng Road, Hu peeped the green bay.
The battlefield has been a place of war for a long time, and no one has ever seen it again.
The garrison looked at the border color, thinking of returning to the bitter face.
When the night is over, the people should not be idle in their sighs.
5. Poems describing Xinjiang
China Map Poem of Xinjiang - Xinjiang is a good place (Xinjiang) Poem/Guiguizi I stood on Tomur Peak and traveled north and south of the Tianshan Mountains with a pious heart, and next to me was the majestic Kunlun.
I embrace the splendor of your mountains and rivers, and I look down on the vastness of the desert.
The heart of the road is too far away, and the ancient Fragrant Concubine ignited the memory of national harmony.
The sweetness of the cake is also extraordinarily diffuse from the western Kashgar, the Tarim River quietly lying in the embrace of the people of Aksu, proudly thinking of the Guzi culture ② light. Brothers and sisters of Hotan wear Adeles ③, singing, dancing and singing on the carpet covered with Jinglun, praising the ideals of Hotan people with ancient Niya ④ civilization.
The flaming mountains are on fire, the grapevines are green, and the grapes in Turpan are ripe. A bird's eye view of the ancient city of Gaochang in the distance ⑤, the history of meandering sheep ripples, thousands of years of Kanye wells flowing, doubly refreshing.
Approaching Hami, the ancient city of Ravchok ⑥ of the past through the air, Maxilaev ⑦ in the Hami melon field interpretation of the fruit. Tacheng Daur brothers and sisters jumped Beilebei dance ⑧, to celebrate the traditional Woqibai Festival ⑨.
Kanas is quiet, the Erqis River kindly touched the Altay luxuriant green and blooming blue, the purity of the sky and the land of the source long. The Gobi is colorful, the regional songs remain sung, and the roaring Arik Lake ⑩ is easily stirred, while the rich black oil mountains in the Kelamayi Maoronglong laughter sprinkled all over the border.
The wheel of the year, the ancient city of Changji need to be historical traces of caress, the new face of the complex Jin, the Great Buddha Temple? The moment blessed with six auspicious moments? The eagle fly road turn, Bayinbruk? At this moment, the angle of graceful, heavenly prairie waiting for the eagle to fight and fly, soaring in the vast Lake Bosten, soaring in the miracle of the Lop Nor, or landing in the Tarim River by the poplars.
The winds of the distant Taklamakan are warm and loud, it kisses the poplars and makes the sound of boing and giggling, and the passion stretches over the vicissitudes and splendor of the ancient country of Loulan. The mountains are lofty, only my state is open, the Pamir Plateau land is bound for the land, Kirgiz sisters and brothers singing "Manas"? The Pamirs are the only state that is open, and the Pamirs are the only place where the Kirgiz sisters and brothers sing "Manas".
Over the mountain, walk through the slope, to the long-desired lavender country, charming Guozigou? The landscape is truly unforgettable, the eye-catching clouds in the sky, the gorgeous Nalati on the ground, the charm of the South China Sea, the charm of the South China Sea, the charm of the South China Sea, the charm of the South China Sea. The charm of the south of the Serbian river shines in every inch of the land of Ili. The first thing you need to do is to get to a place where the water is blue, blue sapphire, blue blue water, like a drop of tears of joy from the Queen Mother of the Tianshan Mountains, and the years of abundance of the Sayram Lake have confirmed themselves.
Remember the eighth floor? I'm not sure if you're going to be able to do that. How would you like to take the two-way bus to visit the market in Erdaoqiao, taste the hand-held rice, roasted sheep and crispy naan, to the hometown of song and dance, but also to listen to folk songs, dance folk dance, and then look at Urumqi outside the stunning red mountains? And the Queen Mother bathed in Tianchi ah. The Silk Road stretches over and over, the joy of the ancient road new face of its will, the ancient iron horse primrose trip, today has been the birds and flowers.
Desert Gobi Beach holding the highway, highway connecting the four directions, snowy mountains, grasslands, horses, sheep, just a charming and gorgeous painting, *** life **** enjoy, engraved Xinjiang! Xinjiang, Yaxi, Yaxi, Xinjiang. Xinjiang is a good place, good mountains, good water, good scenery.
6. Ancient poems describing Xinjiang
Listen to the flute on the Seychelles - Gao Shi
Snow is over the Hu Tian shepherd horses still, the moonlight Qiang flute between the garrison building. I'm not sure where to find the plum blossoms, but I'm sure the wind will blow them all over the mountains.
Sending Yuan Er to Anxi - Wang Wei
The rain is falling on the city of Wei, and the color of the willows is new. I would like to advise you to drink a glass of wine, but I will not be able to leave Yangguan in the west.
The first time I visited the city, I was in the middle of a journey to the border, and I was in the middle of a journey to the country, and I was in the middle of a journey to the country. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a journey to the desert, and the second time I saw it, I was in the middle of a journey to the mountains. The Desert is a lonely place, and the sun sets over the Yangtze River. The first time I saw you, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The Song of Wang Changling
Cicadas chirping in the empty mulberry forests, August on the Xiao Guan Road. The cicada is singing in the empty mulberry forest, and in August the Xiao Guan Road. I've never been a guest in the world, but I'm an old man in the dust and sand. Don't be like the ranger who plays coy and boasts of his purple monkey.
The Fisherman's Pride by Fan Zhongyan
The scenery is different in the fall under the Seychelles, and the wild geese in Hengyang have gone unnoticed. The sound of the border is heard on all sides, and the horn rises up. The first time I saw this, it was a long time ago, and it was a long time ago that I saw it. The first time I saw a cup of wine, I was at home for ten thousand miles, and I had no plan to return home. The Qiang Pipe is so long that the frost is all over the ground. The people do not sleep, the general white hair and the tears of the conscripts.
7. Poems about Xinjiang
Listening to the flute on the Seaside - Gao Shi.
The snow is over and the horses are still grazing,
the moon is bright and the Qiang flute is in the building.
Ask me where the plum blossoms fall,
the wind blows all over the mountains.
The Moon in the Guanshan Mountains Li Bai
The moon is out of the sky, between the clouds and the sea.
The wind blew over the Jade Gate Pass for tens of thousands of miles.
The Han Dynasty is under the Baideng Road, and Hu peeps into the Green Bay.
The battlefield has been a place of war for a long time, and no one has ever seen it again.
The garrison looked at the border color, thinking of returning to the bitter face.
When the night is over, I sigh, but I should not be idle.
The Songs of Hengbuki - Rain and Snow
Li Duan
The snow falls on the Tianshan Mountain, and the rain falls on the night.
The wet horses are in chaos, and the beacons are on fire.
Dingzuo Suwu, Shule Fanqiang return.
If you look at the bottom of the Guantou, the leaves of the long elm will be scarce
The Song of the White Snow Sends the Judge to Return to the Capital Tang Cen Sen
The north wind rolls on the ground and the white grass is folded, and it snows on the Hutian sky in August.
The spring breeze came suddenly, and pear blossoms bloomed on thousands of trees.
The curtains are wet, the fox fur is not warm, and the coverlet is thin.
The general can't control the bow, and the iron coat is cold and hard to wear.
The sea is dry and icy for a hundred feet, and the clouds of sadness are gloomy for ten thousand miles.
The Chinese army set out to drink with the returnees, with the Huqin, the Pipa and the Qiang flute.
The snow is falling down from the door of the yamen, and the wind is blowing the red flag, which cannot be turned over.
The snow filled the Tianshan Road when I left.
I can't see you on the mountain road, but I can't see you on the snowy sky.
Guanshan Yue Li Bai
The moon is out of the Tianshan Mountain, between the clouds and the sea.
The long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, blowing through the Jade Gate Pass.
The Han Dynasty is under the Baideng Road, and Hu peeps into the green bay.
The battlefield has been a place of war for a long time, and no one has ever seen it again.
The garrison looked at the border color, thinking of returning to the bitter face.
When this night, the sigh should not be idle
Out of the Jiayuguan Pass, Lin Zexu
The strict customs of the hundred feet of the boundary of the sky west, 10,000 miles of the marchers in the horse's hooves.
The flying pavilions are far away from the Qin trees, and the dazzling walls are diagonally pressed by the low clouds of Longyun.
The sky and the mountains in the northwest are cut off and the vast sea is lost in sight.
Who said that the Bancon is a thousand years dangerous? The first thing you need to do is to look back and see a pill of mud.
Li Yi (李益)
The sea wind is cold after the snow on the Tianshan Mountain,
and it is difficult to travel with a flute on the side.
The moraine is a place for 300,000 soldiers,
a time to look back to the moonlight
The Rhetoric of the Cross-Blowing Songs - Plum Blossom Falls Lu Zhaolin
The flowers of the Meiling Mountains are beginning to blossom, and the snow of the Tianshan Mountains is not yet in bloom.
The snow is full of flowers, and the flowers look like snow.
The wind is in the sleeves of the dance, and the powder is in the dressing table.
The Huns have tens of thousands of miles, but they don't know when spring comes.
8. Poems about Xinjiang
Poems about Xinjiang
Poems about Xinjiang - Gao Shi. The snow is gone, the horses are still grazing, and the moon is bright, the Qiang flute is playing between the buildings.
Ask where the plum blossoms fall, the wind blows the night full of Guanshan Mountain. The Moon in the Guanshan Mountains Li Bai's moon is out of the Tianshan Mountains, between the vast clouds and the sea.
The long wind blows for tens of thousands of miles, blowing through the Jade Gate Pass. The first time I saw this, it was a very good time for me.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a battle, and I didn't see anyone returning to it. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid.
When you are on this night, you should not be idle in your sighs. The song is about the snow and the rain, and the rain falls on the night.
The wet horse is in chaos with the song of Hu, and the fire of Han is faint after the beacon. The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him.
If you look at the Guantou, the long elm leaves will be rare Snow Song sends Judge Wu back to the capital Tang Cen Sen The north wind rolls the ground white grass folded, Hutian August that is flying snow. The winds of spring come suddenly, and pear blossoms bloom on thousands of trees.
The pearl curtains are wet, the fox fur is not warm, the brocade coverlet is thin. The general's bow is not controlled, and the guard's iron coat is cold and hard to wear.
The sea is dry and icy, and the clouds of sadness are gloomy for ten thousand miles. The Chinese army set out to drink wine to the returning guests, with the Huqin, Pipa and Qiang flute.
The snow is falling at the door, and the wind is blowing the red flag, which cannot be turned over. The snow was all over the Tianshan Road when I left.
I don't see you on the mountain road, but the snow is empty and the horses are still on the road. The moon is out of the sky, between the clouds and the sea.
The long wind is a few thousand miles away, blowing through the Jade Gate Pass. The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of a battle, and I didn't see anyone returning to it. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and it was the first time I had ever seen a kid in the world.
High when this night, sighs should not be idle out of the Jiayuguan Pass feeling Fu Lin Zexu Yan Guan hundred feet boundaries of the sky west, 10,000 miles of the campaigner in the horse's hooves. The flying pavilions are connected to the Qin tree straight, the wall diagonally presses the Long Yun low.
The sky and the west of the mountains are cut down to the shoulder, and the vast sea is lost in sight. The Bengkang is a dangerous place to be. The first thing you need to do is to look back and see a pill of mud.
Li Yi (李益) went on a military expedition to the north. The sea wind was cold after the snow on the Tianshan Mountain, and the flute was blowing in the direction of the road. The moraine is 300,000 soldiers, a moment back to the moonlight to see the horizontal blowing song lyrics - plum blossom fall Lu Zhaolin Meiling flower first hair, Tianshan snow has not yet opened.
The snow is suspected to be full of flowers, flowers like snow back. Because of the wind into the dance sleeve, mixed powder to the makeup.
Huns tens of thousands of miles, spring does not know to come.