Qin Feng is green, Xiye is natural and unrestrained, and thousands of rocks and valleys are struggling. Spend the Spring Festival in Luocheng, draw halberds at the bridge gate, and take three breaks in Yan Ge, Penglai. Heaven knows the boat, the five lakes are full of smoke and moonlight, and they are learning Chinese characters. The thatched terrace is barren, and Zhuluo Village is cold and carefree.

Who visits ancient times and stares at it? Distress is easy to lose, but Cui is hard to stay. Shi Mei's old book "Lanting Gu Mo" is vaguely charming and autumn. Sword and Tiger Head, a fanatic who has owned the Taiwan Province swamp for a hundred years, has been abandoned all day. Scarab had better change wine and get drunk with Cangzhou.

Translation:

Qinwang Mountain is green and beautiful, and if the moon stream is cool and elegant, it rushes among the mountains. The female wall is like a mandarin duck tile, holding a halberd soldier on the wall, and Penglai is as fierce as a swallow, as high as "three breaks". When I saw the boat in the sky, I remembered the stone that I swam with in Taihu Lake. At that time, Gusutai was deserted, and Zhuluo Village, Stone's hometown, was not what it used to be. I felt a little lonely and disappointed.

Who is injured by reading history books, always lamenting that youth is fleeting and pleasure is hard to last? Can I go down in history like Mei Fu and Wang Xizhi? However, it is better to learn from the "four Ming fanatics", not to be tired of fame and fortune, and to enjoy yourself by the mirror lake. It is best to replace all that wealth with wine and enjoy yourself on this remote waterfront.

2. Qiu Si

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown.

Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet.

Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.

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Autumn has come, the scenery on the border is completely different, and the geese flying to Hengyang have no nostalgia. As the bugle sounded in the barracks, neighing came from all directions. Mountain peaks stand side by side like a thousand miles barrier, filled with smoke and hazy sunset. I can only see four desolate deserts and a closed and lonely city.

I have a cup of sorrow, leaving home in Wan Li, and I have a lot of thoughts. Thinking of the injustice on the border, thinking of unfinished business, I don't know when I can return to my hometown. The sound of Qiang flute is melodious, and frost is sprinkled all over the ground. Generals and soldiers can't sleep. They all turned white and shed sad tears.

As soon as autumn comes, the frontier fortress is beautiful, and the geese fly south to Hengyang, refusing to stop. The horn sounded with the voices from all directions, and between the mountains, the sunset fluttered with smoke, closing the lonely city. A glass of turbid wine temporarily soothes my homesickness. A person who has not made achievements has no face to return to his hometown.

The flute of Qiang people is melodious, and first frost is everywhere. How can they sleep well? The general's soldiers were white-haired and tearful. Autumn has come, and the scenery in the northwest frontier is so strange. Wild geese fly south to avoid the cold and have no love. The horn sounded again and again, and the Ma Si wind blew, making mountains and peaks. Clouds filled the air, the sun set, the sky was orange, and isolated cities were closed.

Pour a cup of turbid wine to send Wan Li homesickness far away. How dare you plan the date of returning to China before fame and fortune are established?

Accustomed to the whining sound of the Qiang flute and the autumn frost everywhere, the soldiers far away from the frontier can't sleep for a long time in the dead of night, tossing and turning, and the generals and soldiers are a little white-haired with tears in their eyes.

The border scenery in autumn is completely different, and the geese flying to Hengyang have no nostalgia. Sad voices from all directions sounded with the horn. In the mountains, the long smoke goes straight into the sunset, and the isolated city is closed.

Drinking a cup of old wine and missing my hometown thousands of miles away, Ran Yan has not carved Pinghu Gong, and his return is unpredictable. The flute of Qiang people is melodious, and first frost is everywhere. The recruiter can't sleep, the general's hair is gray, and the soldiers are crying.

Appreciation of Qiu Si

Every time I see this word, I feel different. First of all, this word gives people the feeling of sadness, sadness, grandeur, depth and some sadness. In this sadness and sadness, there is a tragic heroism echoing.

"The scenery in Qiu Lai is different", in short, the author brought us to a special environment. The time is autumn, and the place is in the frontier fortress. What about the scenery? Not good, not bad, just a "different". "

"Hengyang Goose went without paying attention." Hengyang goose going to Hengyang is the inversion of goose going to Hengyang; According to the legend of the ancients, the wild goose flew north to the south and stopped in Hengyang. There is Yan Hui Peak in the south of Hengyang, which looks like a dancing goose. Qiu Lai is full of melancholy; The scenery became more and more different, so the geese had to fly away without nostalgia. It says goose on the surface, but it actually says people.

Even the geese don't want to stay here, let alone people. However, the border soldiers are not migratory birds after all, but they stick to the frontier fortress.