Nancun group of children bullied me, and I tried my best to bear the fact that thieves across the street openly carried Mao into the bamboo.
My lips are burning and my mouth is dry. I can’t return. I sigh on my stick
In a moment, the wind will set the clouds and the ink will be dark in autumn.
The cloth has been cold for many years, and it’s like an iron girl lying down and cracking inside.
The foot of the rain is like hemp at the leaking place of the bedside house.
Since the funeral, less sleep, and getting wet all night!
An De Guangsha is a great shelter for those who are cold in the cold, and they are happy and calm.
Whoo! When I saw this house suddenly, I was broken and frozen to death!
One hundred and thirteen it is hard to go
Pure wine costs, for the golden cup, ten thousand coppers a flagon Yupan is ashamed and straightforward.
I pull out my dagger, I peer four ways in vain, I fling aside my foodsticks and cup, I cannot eat nor drink
I would climb the Taihang Mountains, but the sky is blind with snow, I would cross the Yellow River, but ice chokes the ferry
Xianlai Fishing Bixi but I suddenly dream of riding a boat, sailing for the sun
Journeying is hard Journeying is hard How many roads are there now?
A time will come to ride the wind and cleave the waves,I’ll set my cloudlike sail to cross the sea which raves.
Yi Bai Shi si bing vehicle store
Chetuo Ma Xiaoxiao each man of you has a bow and a quiver at his belt
My grandfather, mother and wife went to see till dust shall have buried the bridge beyond Chang’an off.
They run with you, crying, they tug at your sleeves cried till he reached the sky.
You can only say to him that you have to go, and every time a bystander asks you a question
We remember others at fifteen sent north to guard the river then went to the west to farm.
When I went there, I was wrapped in with their turbaned hair white now, they are still at the border.
The border court bled into the sea, and Wu Huang was not satisfied.
You don’t know the Han family, and in thousands of villages, nothing grows but weeds, 200 states.
And though strong women have bent to the ploughing He Sheng Long Mu Dong Xi
Men of China are able to face the stiffest battle is driven by dogs and chickens.
Dare they complain?, whatever is asked of them
For example, this winter hasn’t retired from the West.
Challenged for taxes pays taxes.
It is very much better to have a daughter., we have learned that to have a son is bad luck
While under the sod we bury our boys, who can marry and live in the house of a neighbour
Don’t you see that people in Qinghai have been collecting bones since ancient times?
It’s rainy and wet in new ghosts are wailing there now with the old.
One hundred and fifteen moonlight night on the spring river.
The spring tide is even with the sea, the sea and the moon are born together.
Going with the waves for thousands of miles on the Chunjiang River?
The river flows around Fangdian, and the moonlight shines on the flowers and forests like graupel.
In the frost, I feel that Feiting Baisha is invisible.
Jiang Tianyi’s lonely moon wheel is bright and dusty.
Do riverside people see the moon at first sight? Do you take photos at the beginning of Jiang Yue?
Life has been similar from generation to generation.
I don’t know how to treat people, but I see the Yangtze River sending water.
The white clouds are gone, and you can’t worry about it.
Who’s boating tonight? In the lovesickness moon building?
The poor building and the moon should wander away from the makeup mirror.
The jade curtain can’t be rolled up, but the anvil can be brushed back.
At this time, I don’t want to hear from each other. I hope that China will shine on you every month.
Hongyan flies for a long time, and Long Qian jumps into the water to write.
Last night, I dreamt of falling flowers in the idle pool, and I didn’t return home in the poor spring.
The river flows away in spring and wants to run out. The river pool falls on the moon and slopes west.
Oblique moon, heavy sea fog, Jieshi, Xiaoxiang road restriction
I wonder how many people will return by month? Falling flowers shake the trees all over the river
One hundred and sixteen Zhou county commandant when watching mowing wheat.
The family is less idle, and the people are twice as busy in May.
At night, the south wind rises and the wheat is covered with yellow.