Beautiful Poppy sent a message to Prime Minister Li Boji

Zhang Yuanqian

Drag the stick to the dangerous building.

The bucket hangs down to the sky, the waves are vast, and the moon is flowing into the mist.

The floating clouds are swept away and the wind is uncertain, so the boat is not put away for the night crossing.

The wild geese are falling, deep in the cold reeds.

Looking sadly at the hanging shadows in the sky over the Guanhe River, the snorting sounds of drums are heard in the human world.

Who will accompany me while I dance drunkenly.

I have had a dream for ten years on the road to Yangzhou, relying on the high cold, worrying about being born in my homeland, and swallowing the arrogant captives with anger.

I want to kill Loulan with three swords and regret the old words of Pipa.

The dark and astringent bronze dust.

Calling the banished immortal Pingzhang to see if it is still possible to fish after crossing Tiao River?

The wind is so strong that I want to fly.