Poetry in praise of Baotou: "Baotou Fugue".
The full text is as follows: The former county of Qinhan, the new city of iron and steel; cloudy and windy, the Pearl of the Prairie. The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky, with the snowy region and the East China Sea; the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the Han Dynasty passes, embracing the desert and holding the Yinshan Mountain.
Plateau North, the Great Wall to the West, the Yellow River to the South, Qingdao East Chi, 30,000 miles of great fertile land, breeding mountains and rivers of magnificent weather; Zhaojun out of the plug, Wen Ji returned to the Han Dynasty, Emperor Wu jumped on the horse, the Holy Father whip, two thousand years of history, written on the sky and earth colorful chapters. The beautiful Baotou, there is a river Boto.
The source of a thousand miles of Yinshan, into the nine curves of the Yellow River. In the old days, the grass was lush on both sides of the river, and the trees flourished in all directions.
Deer were infested, singing with yodeling; dragon springs flowed and trickled. The pioneers lived according to the feng shui, and the village gradually became a town and county.
Trace the origins, also known as Deer City. Standing proudly on the frontier, watching over the northern border; the majestic wind, the righteousness of the open.
The ground receives rain and dew, the sky cupping the sun; mountain stacked emerald, the water churning glittering. The rain comes to the trees green, the wind over the flowers; bird song, pastoral song long.
Love the sunshine of the sunshine Ruoxi, the earth's Langyuan; drunken willow wave of the hula Ruoxi, the paradise on the Seychelles. The red sun is dancing on the ridge, and the clouds are rolling over the sky; the river is returning to the green land, and the wild geese are coming and going.
"Cile Song" sound, far away from the nine states; "Mulan Poetry" rhyme, exciting thousands of autumn. A good pottery painting, gorgeous Qiankun; Yinshan rock painting, brilliant ancient and modern.
Pine half-mountain, cloud waterfall half-mountain, nine peaks of the world's colorful mountains; murals full of Zhao, Buddha full of Zhao, Wudangzhao earth enchanting. Sima Qian took the straight road to compile the "Records of the Grand Historian"; Li Daoyuan personally examined the Shimen, and noted the "Water Scripture".
Zhao Wang fixed the border, built the ancient Great Wall of China; Tianjiao bow, shot the vast territory of China. The immigrants from the nine regions were unique in the world, and the five religions were harmonized in Beiliang, which is unparalleled in the world.
The new city of Blackwater was built in the 13th century; the ancient camel road spanned four thousand years. The clouds and rain of Yinshan Mountain are connected to the ancient times, and the water and waves of the Yangtze River are connected to the flood plains.
Shun Shanrong, Xia Chunwei, Shang Gifang, Zhou Longsnout, Lucheng ancestors sing the wind; Zhao Xiongguan, Qin Zhidao, Han Ancient City, the Golden Rift Valley, Baotou culture line walks the dragon. In front of the town of Huishuo, we have been striving for the flag in the ancient times, and the arrow has fallen into the autumn eagle; and by the side of the road, we have been singing high songs for ten thousand miles, and the clouds have rolled up in the spring thunderstorms.
Spring and Autumn and Autumn, the building of the bow in the desert; the time of the Warring States, Linhu flying horse to the plateau. In the Spring and Autumn Period, the Emperor of China set up the Nine Plains, and in the Warring States Period, the Emperor of China built the Great Wall to retreat the Xiongnu for thousands of miles.
The Hussars drove straight ahead, and won several victories on the Seychelles; Changping flew to the north of the desert, and won many victories. The first time I saw him, I was so happy to see him.
Emperor Yang of the Sui Dynasty toured the prairie, and the generals of the Tang Dynasty fought in the Iron Mountain. Guo Ziyi as governor of Jiuyuan, two-sleeved clean; Zhao Wangcheng living four generations of extra horse harnessed by the side of a team, a thousand years of legend.
Shatuo Department of five generations of fierce fighting, Yunnei State four countries to deer. Yelu Chuzai three over Yunchuan, the law sentence spit jewels; Altan Khan a stationed in Fengzhou, grassland Xing hoe.
Water and drought terminals, the collection and distribution of fur warm eight; Northwest town, supporting the Qiao brilliant century. Thousands of Gobi, so that countless aspirants burning blood; 10,000 miles of the border, teaching more than a few poets stumbling passion.
Walking along the Yangtze River, Wang Zhilu fantasy fly: "The Yellow River far up between the white clouds"; in the desert, Wang Changling heroic surge: "do not teach Hu Ma Du Yinshan". The "Great Wall on the Plateau is empty", Lu You's lament for his country; "The moon is frosty outside the surrendered city", Li Yi's feeling of homesickness.
Li Taibai, the heart of the somber thousands of "Song on the Seas"; white Lotte, the love of the pale ancient "Yinshan Road". Zhaojun ferry side, often taste the "desert smoke, the Yangtze River sunset round" of the ancient song; before the capital, always tracing the "miles to the military, Guanshan Duo Ruofei" of a generation of female heroes.
The past is gone. Since the South Lake Red Boat to sweep the haze, teaching the northern border mountains see the sun.
The Red Tide of the Revolution surged up the Yangtze River, and Li Yuzhi's blood awakened the ancient city. The first is to expand the organization and make a strike.
Yinshan Cui, the party flag red. The first time I saw this, I remembered the Ba's temple and thought of the Tai'an Inn.
Hero Ruo Fei, call the spring wind and lead cloth thunder; fierce Yunze, sowing fire to prairie border. North of the Yellow River, red anti-Japanese beacons; under the Green Mountain Ridge, blue through the wave of Japanese expulsion.
Hundred Lingmiao thousand officers and men of the righteousness of the sky, Guanjingliang six heroic song moving the ground.
Charming light, sunrise in the east; willow, spring warmth of the northern border. Grassland steel city, out of the world; rare earth capital, famous to the world.
Premier Zhou's passionate cut, steel flowers colorful; Baosteel people heroic, iron water rushing. Double-winged horse, galloping to the red era; "Grassland Morning Song", loud and clear on the stage of history.
The rain of reform, the glory of the green mountains and trees to the sky; open up the spring breeze, the Yellow River and the clouds of a thousand sails. The industrial park, the three rivers of the autumn color gorgeous to the border; industry chain, back to the four seas spring rosy in the grasslands.
Holding the Yellow River above the terraces, holding the green hills and into the garden. Tourism city, garden city, civilized city, all to millions of people in wind and rain; environmental awards, example award, Habitat Award, all come in the 21st century to look at the world.
Sixty years of cloud vaporization article, eight thousand miles of water blue sky blue scroll long. You can't get tired of listening to the geese singing on the waterfront of the Kunhe River, with a vein of green mountains spitting out the sunrise; you can't get enough of the swan dancing on the South China Sea lake, with a thousand hectares of blue waves reflecting the carving beams.
Lvzu Temple bell open dawn fog, Longquan Temple drum colorful sun. Mei Dai Zhao lofty, always teach Baofeng Mountain clouds for the fluttering; Pu Hui Temple majestic, often lead to Zhao river water for the long.
Daxian Mountain, see the "eight ring drunkenness", identify the "strange book outside the sky"; Chaoyang Cave, listening to a stream song, looking for the stone lake on the Se. The spring of Huaguo Mountain drops water curtains, ding dong thousands of years; Zhaojun Island Yan through the willow wave, murmuring around.
Aibugai River, flowing birds and flowers to thousands of years; Selten Mountain, winding cloud shadow sky light in the miles. Snow and mountain springs running, Merry more also; peak abruptly and the lake brimming with light, Shimen Jing also.
Guanshan Longyi, the magnificent winding; cloud and water, the majestic flying. The drums of the moon, the bell of the Xia, sounding heavy and far-reaching; the spring of the dragon, the lamp of the sea, the flow of bright and constant.
The snow of the plum, the wind of the pine, into a wonderful rhyme to the ancient times; the song of the geese, the camel's bell, the good news and the four directions. The Hada and dance, to welcome friends from all over the world; pouring milk wine and singing, friends of the five continents of the guests.
If you go to the sky outside the sky, climb outside the building, taste the lamb hot pot, taste the prairie milk tea, listen to the long tune, point of the mountain song, chewing on the two-man Taiwan, to appreciate the meditation cavity. Listening to the famous song, the sense of purple gas full; enjoy the elegant silk and bamboo, drunken spring light melting.
If you walk Hillamuren, into the countryside of song and dance, its heart is leisurely, its intention is leisurely. Archery, horse racing, wrestling; sacrificing Ovoo, burning bonfires, roasted sheep.
Sitting on the Lele car, catch the Naadam. You can also listen to the horse-head qin and watch the dance of the Andean Dance.
The clear wind and blue field, white clouds and blue sky, between heaven and earth, its boldness is close to the poets before the waterfall Lushan, and the drift is like Dong Po canoeing the edge of the Red Cliff.
2. Poems about Inner MongoliaSong of Water - Hulunbeier Prairie
The sky is blue as the sea,
The clouds are white like a sail.
The sky is wide open,
and the stream is winding around the mountains.
A thousand miles of grassland and a thousand years of natural ecosystems,
The great beauty of the world.
The world's most beautiful city, the world's most beautiful city, the world's most beautiful city, the world's most beautiful city, the world's most beautiful city, the world's most beautiful city.
Heroic land,
Remembering the Great Khan,
Crossing the saddle.
The long drive through Europe and Asia,
has led the way for thousands of years.
The eagles of the desert have flown away,
The majestic winds of the Great Wild still remain,
and new chapters will be written for future generations.
The national rejuvenation plan,
North and South are competing to climb.
3. Poems about the Inner Mongolia prairie
1. Cattle and sheep scattered under the sunset, wild grass fragrance cheese sweet.
From the Yuan Dynasty poet Sadurat's "Beijing is a matter of fact" original poem "Beijing is a matter of fact" cows and sheep scattered under the sun, wild grasses fragrant cheese sweet.
The cows and sheep were walking under the setting sun, and the air was filled with the fragrance of wild grass and the sweetness of cheese. Suddenly, the wind blew, and the sand and dust came like snow, so all the families lowered the curtains of their tents.
2. The sky is pale and the field is vast. The wind blows the grass low to see cattle and sheep.
From the original poem "Cile Song", a collection of Northern and Southern Dynasty musical poems, "Cile Song" Cile River, under Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is pale and the wild is vast. The wind blows the grass to see the cattle and sheep.
Translation The vast Cile Plain, just under a thousand miles of Yinshan Mountain, the sky is like a dome tent, vast and boundless, covering the wilderness on all sides. The sky is pale and the wild is vast.
The wind blows and the grass is low. 3, Dun bow both sentence, both hold the four arrow.
From the pre-Qin anonymous "line of reeds" original "line of reeds" Dun his line of reeds, cattle and sheep do not trample. The square bracts are square, and the leaves are muddy.
Chi brothers, not far from it.
They are the ones who have been given a feast, and they are the ones who have been given a few.
These are the things that make us feel good about ourselves. The first is to offer or to entertain, and the second is to wash the cups and lay the jars.
The minced meat is recommended, burnt or roasted. The food is served with a glass of palate, or a song or a drum.
The bow is strong, the metal arrowhead is strong, the arrowheads are even, and the guest of honor is a wise man. The bow was not only a good thing, but the arrowhead was also a good thing.
The four arrowheads are like trees. The great-grandchildren were the masters, and the wine was strong, and the wine was a big bucket to pray for the wrinkled face of the emperor.
The back of the face of the emperor will be the back of the earth, and the back of the earth will be the back of the world. The first is the one that is not.
The translation of the reed bush grows a piece, don't let the cows and goats step on it. The reeds are in the early stages of growth, and the leaves are moist and colorful.
Siblings are the closest, don't be distant, be friendly. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good meal, so that you can have a good time.
The dishes are served on the table in turn. The guests were entertained by the guests, and they drank freely, and they were very happy.
The meat sauce is served to the guests, and the meat is roasted and grilled. The cow's stomach and tongue are also cooked, and people sing and beat the drums.
The bow is tugged full of strength, and the four sharp arrows are standardized; the arrows hit the bull's eye, and the competition is divided into two. The bow is open and the strings are taut, and the four arrows are held in the hand.
The four arrows are on the target, and the arrangement of the guests is not slow and light. The master of the feast is a great-grandson, and the wine is delicious.
A large glass is poured, and a prayer is offered for the old man's longevity. The old man is hobbling, and the waiters are kind to help him.
A long and auspicious life is a blessing, so please ask the gods to give it to you. 4: There is water and grass, and there are cattle and sheep in the field.
From Cai Wenji's "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia", an excerpt from the original "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia", the wind is sad at sunset and the sound of the border rises up in all directions, I don't know to whom the heart of sadness is directed! The field is desolate and the beacons are garrisoned for thousands of miles, the old and the weak are lowly and the young and the strong are beautiful. The water and grass are all over the place, and the cattle and sheep are all over the field, gathering like bees and ants.
The grass is exhausted, the water is exhausted, the sheep and horses are all migrating, and the seven beats of the river are hated, and the evil lives here. The dusk of the north wind whistling side of the sound of four, I do not know the heart of the sadness and who to say! The scene of the wilderness is a depressed set of defense posts all over the miles, Xiongnu customs prefer youth advocate strength, lowly old and weak sick and disabled.
Where the water and grass is beautiful, where the stationed home, cattle and sheep everywhere, gathered together like that anthill with the beehive. When you drink all the water and eat all the abundant grass and then migrate away, the seven beats sing all the more regret to live here.
5, the long Huai look off, Guanshi Mangranping. From the Song Dynasty poet Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Songs of the Six States - Changhuai Wangjuan" original poem "Songs of the Six States - Changhuai Wangjuan" Changhuai Wangjuan, Guansai Mangranping.
The dust of conquest is dark, the frosty wind is strong, and the sound of the quiet side. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and I was a kid, and I was a kid.
The year of the incident, the number of days, not manpower, on the Su Si, string song, but also stinking.
Look at the famous king of the night hunting, riding fire a river bright. The first time I saw it, it was the first time I saw it, and it was the first time I saw it.
The man of the hour is in a state of shock. I remember the arrows in my waist, the sword in my box, and the empty wormwood, but how did it come to be?
It is easy to lose the time, the heart is strong, the year will be zero. The first thing you need to do is to get the money to pay for it.
The dry feather Fang Huaiyuan, quiet beacon, and rest. The first thing I want to do is to get the money to pay for it.
I heard that the old man in the Central Plains, often looking south, Cuipao neon flags. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student there.
The first time I saw this was when I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
This is the first time I've ever seen a man with a high school diploma, and I've never seen a man with a high school diploma.
The dust of the Northern Expedition has dimmed, the cold autumn wind is blowing strongly, the silence on the border is quiet. I stared and stared, and my mood was bleak.
Thinking about the fall of the Central Plains, I'm afraid it is the fate of God, not manpower can be reversed; in the Confucian disciples to study the Su and Surabaya water side, in the string of songs and Qin's rituals and music of the state, has also become a stinky piece. 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, when I was in the middle of the night, when I was in the middle of the night.
Look at the gold soldiers will order the night hunting, cavalry holding torches to light up the whole piece of flat river, Hu Jia drum horn issued a mournful sound, it is frightening and chilling.
This is the first time that I have seen the golden soldiers' order to hunt at night, and the cavalry holding torches illuminated the whole Pingchuan River.
The time is easily lost, the strong heart in vain, just twilight will be disabled. The hope of recovering Bianjing is even more remote.
The court is implementing the rituals and music to soften the distance, the border is quiet, and the enemy and I have a temporary truce. The first time I saw this is when I was in a car, and I was in a car, and I was in a car, and I was in a car, and I was in a car, and I was in a car, and I was in a car.
Legend has it that the fathers and mothers left behind in the Central Plains, often looking forward to the court, looking forward to the Emperor's ceremonial, Cui Gai fleet of colorful flags cover the sky, so that pedestrians come to this place, a cavity of loyalty and anger, anger, tears pouring out of the front chest.
4. Poems describing the Inner Mongolian prairiePrairie ah prairie the cradle of my life clear sweet water is the milk that feeds me fragrant grass faint fragrance Run my life of the heart of the field of the holy solid horseback is my growth of climbing the A mother looking forward to the smile is the source of my strength whenever I think of the prairie ah prairie to think of the cradle of my life prairie ah prairie my lovely home vast prairie to give me a wide chest The beautiful mountains and rivers have given me a strong spine, the wind, snow and cold have given me a strong character, and the hardships of my mother have given me eternal strength. Whenever I think of the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie, the prairie of my love, the prairie, the prairie that I love, the prairie that I love, the prairie that I love, I think that I love you, I think that I think of the prairie that I love, I think of it, the prairie that I think of the prairie that I love. Memories of you are bitterly attached to think of you on the deep love with mother accompanied by the blue sky to the everlasting prairie grassland ah prairie my prairie grassland I green rippling grassland flowers such as the sea of the grassland where I was born and raised you are the cradle of my life prairie prairie ah prairie my prairie grassland my sunshine shining prairie rain moist prairie grassland grassland grassland grassland grassland ah prairie grassland my prairie grassland my spring breeze brushing my face The prairie where the autumn waves ripple The prairie where I was born and raised You are my eternal warmth The prairie ah the prairie my prairie my prairie the prairie where I sing the beauty of the deep love of the prairie steeds galloped The prairie where I was born and raised You are the eternal in my heart (2) Country love Give me a white cloud to float to the Plateau of the north of the Seychelles with affection and country love Give me a ray of spring wind to blow to the Plateau of the north of the Seychelles with spring rains and new greenery Give me a channel of the river water to flow to the Plateau of the north of the Seychelles with singing and LifeGive me a bright moon to hang to the northern plateau of SebeiThe night is more beautiful in my hometown and the moon is brighter in my hometown (3)The pasture in my hometownThe vast pasture in my hometown is the blue sky of my heart of deep love and holinessI grew up eating my mother's breast milk and drinking fragrant milk teaListening to that sweet song accompanied by horses and lambs of the same year as meThe pasture of deep love and holinessHow many wonderful memories of my childhood have been given to meDreams often return to the pasture of the love and deep love in my hometownThe vast pasture in my hometown is the blue sky of my heart of deep love and holiness Ranch is my heart deep love and holy blue sky father's love to help me on the back of the horse mother gave me how much expectation broad ranch gave me a broad mind deep love ranch gave me how much courage and strength hometown ranch is the cradle of my life the source of wisdom never forget that piece of the birth of my holy ranch (4) plateau love breeze send me cool green field with me singing steed carry me to ride the wind go rocking upward song volatile highland blue sky wide eagle let soar blue waves rolling love Surge waves of green peaks and towering mountains (E) Aimin River Aimin River, the mother river of the grassland, you quietly flow, silently flow day and night, year after year, month after month, ceaselessly flow, wave after wave Aimin River, you are the river of love, your milk is the life of the grassland, you are overflowing with love, Aimin River, you are the river of love, you flow with the true feelings of the human world wherever they flow to the true feelings of the human world, you are the most affectionate river, the Aimin River, you are the sacred river Aimin River, you are the river of sadness when you Give me strength in times of sorrow and danger you give me confidence you are the most sacred river in the hearts of shepherds Aimin River ah you are the river of life drink your milk grow up with your faith plowing you teach me to be a long and pure forever like the Aimin River quietly flowing Aimin River ah Aimin River Aimin River I'm so y attached to you you're the river that will always flow in my heart I'm so revered you always in the heart of the quiet and clear ah Aimin River ah ah Aimin River how many How many stories in your heart flowed through the sadness, joy, happiness, anger and sadness you are the chapter of history you are the life of the prairie children of the river.
5. Poems describing the Inner Mongolian prairie with, "Farewell" Tang Wang Wei The mountain to send off, the sun dusk cover the wood door.
The spring grass is green every year, the king's grandson returns.
The grass is always green in the spring, and the king's grandson will never return.
In the old days, the swallows flew into the homes of the common people.
The wildfire is inexhaustible, and the spring breeze blows again.
The wildfire can't be eliminated, but the spring breeze blows again.
The first time I saw this, it was a very good time to see you, and I'm sure you'll be happy to hear it.
The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields. The sky is pale, the wild is vast, and the wind blows the grass down to see the cattle and sheep.
5, "early spring drizzle" Tang Han Yu Tianjie drizzle moist as crispy, the color of the grass look close but no. It's the most favorable year of spring, and it's the best time to see the willow and the smoke all over the city.
6, "spring even into" Song Zhang Shi law back to the late frost less, spring to the earth grass and trees know. I feel that the business in front of me is full, and the east wind is blowing the water green and different.
7, "Chuzhou Western Stream" Tang Wei Yingwu alone pity the ghostly grasses born on the edge of the stream, on the oriole deep tree singing. The spring tide with the rain came in the evening, the wild crossing no one boat from the cross.
8, "North Mountain" Song Wang Anshi, "North Mountain", the green rose across the pond, the straight moat back to the pond rippling. The first time I saw this is when I was a kid, and it was a long time ago that I was a kid.
9, "out of the plug" Tang Wang Wei Jiuyan outside the city of hunting day proud, white grass even the sky wildfire. The clouds and empty moraine drive the horses, and the plains are good for avoiding carvings in the fall.
The captain of the Qiang protection army rode the barricades in the morning, and the general of the broken captives crossed the Liao at night. The jade target is the bow of the horn, and the Han family will give the snow whoring Yao.
10, "Fengle Pavilion Spring" Song Ouyang Xiu red tree green mountain sun wants to slope, long suburbs of grass green endless. I don't care if the spring will be old, come and go in front of the pavilion to step on the fallen flowers.
11, "Send Liu driving" Tang Cao Ye A river of grass color green curls, around the house water sound like home. I am disappointed that the beauty is not hand in hand, and that the east side of the wall is full of flowers.
12. "Walking on the Seaside" by Tang Bao Sol The west wind is strong, and the dew is cold. I'm sorry that the Yellow River is so far away, but I'm not sure if I'm going to be able to find a way to get to the top.
13, "Border Spring Xing" Tang Gao Pian grass green willow color thick, jade pot pouring wine full of golden bell. The song is loud and clear and goes with the wind, and I know how many times the mountains have been closed.
6. Poems describing the Inner Mongolian prairie1. Cows and sheep scattered under the sunset, wild grasses fragrant cheese sweet.
From the Yuan dynasty poet Sadurat's "the incident in the capital" original poem "the incident in the capital" cows and sheep scattered under the sun, the wild grass is fragrant cheese sweet.
The cows and sheep were walking under the setting sun, and the air was filled with the fragrance of wild grass and the sweetness of cheese. Suddenly, the wind blew, and the sand and dust came like snow, so all the families lowered the curtains of their tents.
2. The sky is pale and the field is vast. The wind blows the grass low to see cattle and sheep.
From the original poem "Cile Song", a collection of Northern and Southern Dynasty musical poems "Cile Song" Cile River, under the Yinshan Mountain. The sky is like a dome, covering the four fields.
The sky is pale and the wild is vast. The wind is blowing the grass to see the cattle and sheep.
Translation The vast Cile Plain, just under a thousand miles of Yinshan Mountain, has a sky that looks like a domed tent, vast and boundless, covering the wilderness on all sides. The sky is pale and the wild is vast.
The wind blows and the grass is low. 3, Dun bow both sentence, both hold the four arrow.
From the anonymous pre-Qin "line reed" original "line reed" Dun his line reed, cattle and sheep do not trample. The square bracts are square, and the leaves are muddy.
Chi brothers, not far from it.
They are the ones who have been given a feast, and the ones who have been given a few.
These are the things that make us feel good about ourselves. The first is to offer or to entertain, and the second is to wash the cups and lay the jars.
The minced meat is recommended, burnt or roasted. The food is served with a glass of palate, or a song or a drum.
The bow is strong, the metal arrowhead is strong, the arrowheads are even, and the guest of honor is a wise man. The bow was not only a good thing, but the arrowhead was also a good thing.
The four arrowheads are like trees. The great-grandchildren were the masters, and the wine was strong, and the wine was a big bucket to pray for the wrinkled face of the emperor.
The back of the yellow face will be the back of the table, and the back will be the back of the wing. The first is the one that is not.
The reeds are growing, so don't let the cows and goats step on them. The reeds are growing in shape, and the leaves are moist and colorful.
Siblings are the closest, don't be distant, be friendly. The first thing you need to do is to make sure that you have a good meal, so that you can have a good time.
The dishes are served on the table in turn. The guests were entertained by the guests, and they drank freely, and they were very happy.
The meat sauce is served to the guests, and the meat is roasted and grilled. The cow's stomach and tongue are also cooked, and people sing and beat the drums.
The bow is tugged full of strength, and the four sharp arrows are standardized; the arrows hit the bull's eye, and the competition is divided into two. The bow is open and the strings are taut, and the four arrows are held in the hand.
The four arrows are on the target, and the arrangement of the guests is not slow and light. The master of the feast is a great-grandson, and the wine is delicious.
A large glass is poured, and a prayer is offered for the old man's longevity. The old man is hobbling, and the waiters are kind to help him.
A long and auspicious life is a blessing, so please ask the gods to give it to you. 4: There is water and grass, and there are cattle and sheep in the field.
From Cai Wenji's "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia", an excerpt from the original text "Eighteen Beats of Hu Jia", the wind is sad at sunset and the sound of the border rises up in all directions, I don't know to whom the heart of sadness is directed! The field is desolate and the beacons are garrisoned for thousands of miles, the old and the weak are cheap and the young and the strong are beautiful. The water and grass are all over the place, and the cattle and sheep are all over the field, gathering like bees and ants.
The grass is exhausted, the water is exhausted, the sheep and horses are all migrating, and the seven beats of the river are hated, and the evil lives here. The scene of the wilderness is a depressed set of defense posts all over the miles, Xiongnu custom prefer youth advocate strength, lowly old and weak sick and disabled.
Where the water and grass is beautiful, where the stationed home, cattle and sheep everywhere, gathered together like that anthill with the beehive. When you drink all the water and eat all the abundant grass and then migrate away, the seven beats sing all the more regret to live here.
5, the long Huai look off, Guansai Mangranping. From the Song Dynasty poet Zhang Xiaoxiang's "Songs of the Six States - Changhuai Wangjuan" original poem "Songs of the Six States - Changhuai Wangjuan" Changhuai Wangjuan, Guansai Mangranping.
The dust of the journey is dark, the frosty wind is strong, and the sound of the quiet side.
The first thing you need to do is to get rid of all the stuff.
Thinking back to the past, it's not human, it's a matter of days, it's not human, it's a matter of stringed songs, it's also stinky.
Look at the famous king of the night hunting, riding fire a river bright. The first time I saw it, it was the first time I saw it, and it was the first time I saw it.
The dispatches are frightening. I remember the arrows in my waist, the sword in my box, and the empty wormwood, but how did it come to be?
It is easy to lose the time, the heart is strong, the year will be zero. The first thing you need to do is to get the money to pay for it.
The dry feather Fang Huaiyuan, quiet beacon, and rest. The first thing I want to do is to make sure that I have a good understanding of what I am talking about.
I heard that the old man in the Central Plains, often looking south, Cuipao neon flags. The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California, Berkeley, and the second time I was a student there.
The first time I saw this, I was in the middle of the night, and I was in the middle of the night.
The dust of the Northern Expedition has dimmed, and the cold winds of autumn are blowing strongly, and the silence on the border is quiet. I stared and stared, and my mood was bleak.
Thinking about the fall of the Central Plains, I am afraid that the fate of God, not man can be reversed; in the Confucian disciples to study the Su and Surabaya water side, in the string of songs and Qin's rituals and music of the state, has also become a stinky piece. The first time I saw this was when I was a kid, and the second time I saw it was when I was a kid, and the third time I saw it was when I was a kid, and the third time I saw it was when I was a kid, and the third time I saw it was when I was a kid.
Look at the gold soldiers will order the night hunting, cavalry holding torches to light up the whole piece of flat river, Hu Jia drum horn issued a mournful sound, people are afraid of the heart.
This is the first time that I have seen the golden soldiers' order to hunt at night, and the cavalry holding torches illuminated the whole Pingchuan River.
The time is easily lost, the strong heart in vain, just twilight will be disabled. The hope of recovering Bianjing is even more remote.
The court is implementing the rituals and music to soften the distance, the border is quiet, and the enemy and I have a temporary truce. The first time I saw this is when I was in a car, and I was in a car, and I was in a car, and I was in a car, and I was in a car, and I was in a car, and I was in a car.
Legend has it that the people who stayed behind in the Central Plains often look forward to the court, look forward to the emperor's ceremonial, cuigui fleet of colorful flags cover the sky, so that the pedestrians come to this place, a cavity of loyalty and anger, anger, tears pouring out of the front chest.