Poems about silks and satins 1. What are the ancient poems about silk?
1. The new silk coat is full of emotion and chanting.
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
A new coat with a beautiful appearance like water ripples, the fabric is soft, warm and light.
It's sunny in the morning, hold it against the wall to bask in the sun, and don't forget to wear it when you look at the snow at night.
There is endless bitterness in the robe, and it is said that kapok is cold.
Friends' banquets are held at night, and they lie down and sleep peacefully in the morning.
Most people are hungry and cold, and a person enjoys prosperity alone.
My heart will remember the hardships of farmers' farming, as if I heard the cold of hunger and cold.
When can I have a long greatness and share more Luoyang protection with you?
2. Charcoal Man
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
An old man selling charcoal cuts wood and burns charcoal in the mountains in the south all year round.
His face was covered with dust, which was the color of smoke burning, his temples were gray, and his ten fingers were burnt black.
What is the money for selling charcoal for? Buy clothes, buy food in your mouth.
Pity that he is wearing thin clothes, but he is worried that charcoal can't be sold, hoping it will be colder.
At night, it snowed a foot thick outside the city. Early in the morning, the old man drove a charcoal wheel to the market.
Cows are tired and people are hungry, but the sun has risen very high. They are resting in the mud outside the south gate of the market.
Who is that proud man riding on two horses? It was the eunuchs in the palace and eunuchs who did it.
The eunuch, with documents in his hand and the emperor's orders in his mouth, shouted at the petrified palace.
A load of charcoal, more than 1000 kilograms, eunuch attendants to drive away, the old man is helpless, but there is no way.
Those people put half a piece of red yarn and a piece of silk on their heads as the price of charcoal.
3. "Touch the fish and live in Gaodong"
Song Dynasty: Facing Bu Zhi
Buy ponds and plant willows, vaguely Huai' an Jiangpu. The rain of Gaodongjia fish is getting heavier and heavier, and sand herons gather in the seagulls. The best place to fall in love is the endless moonlight. No one dances solo. Ren Cuige Zhang Tian, Rouyin borrowed the land, and the wine failed to go.
Green silk quilt, don't remember the golden boudoir. The crown of Confucianism once made a mistake. What did a thousand bows and knives accomplish? It destroyed the melon nursery in Shao Ping. You try. Full of blue mirrors and stars. Fame and fortune. It seems that Ban Chao and Hou Wan Li are afraid of death.
4. Spring in Hangzhou
Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi
Looking at the sea tower in the distance, the morning is bright and the river bank is white.
That night, he should be recruited into the temple and hide with Liu Sechun.
Tea brocade praises persimmons, and green flag sells wine and pears.
Who opens the southwest road of Lake Temple? The grass-green skirt is inclined at the waist.
5. "Appreciation of Yuan Shangshu in Eastern Zhejiang and Sending Su Ling"
Tang Dynasty: Zhang Ji
The pattern of yarn is new, and it was sent from afar to learn from Cao people. So that it can adapt to the times,
Feel glorious and disgusting. Remember, this official is the same as abandonment, and congratulations to each other are more diligent.
I haven't seen you three thousand miles away, and the east wind at sea is another spring.
2. Poems describing silks and satins
The west wind in the Han family mausoleum is still shining (Li Bai's "Qin E Yi Yi"), and the weak willow wind is suspicious. The cluster of orchids overflowed like a towel. Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's Memory of Jiangnan). Chu people want to listen to Yao hate Xiaoxiang moonlit night (Liu Yuxi's "Memory of Jiangnan"), find a pavilion pillow in the mountain temple and watch the tide rise and fall again (Bai Juyi's "Memory of Jiangnan"). The broken BaiBozhou (The Dream of Jiangnan) had to be heartbroken in his hometown (Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man). My concubine wants to get married and give up her humiliation (Wei Zhuang's Four Emperors Township). The face of the broken moon is bright and tears come (Niu Xiji's "Cha"). Words haven't been put in the first place: I remember that the blue silk skirt is full of pity for the grass (Niu Xiji's "Cha"). (Li Xun's "South Hunan") How does Zhu Yanshou (Feng Yansi's "Magpie Tread") limit his tears and hate to lean on the stem (Li Jing's "Paving the floor and Huanxisha"), how can he cut his hair and still be worried (Li Yu's "Night Cry") and how can he be worried like river of no return (Li Yu's "Yumei")?
3. Ancient poems about silk
A grand reception
Tang Bai Juyi
On the red carpet, choose silk to be boiled and practice red and blue dyeing.
Dye it red and blue, weave it into a carpet and put it on the incense hall.
The incense hall is more than ten feet wide, and the red line is woven into a temple shop.
The colored silk is fragrant and fragrant, and the soft thread is empty;
Beauty is jumping, followed by stockings and embroidered shoes.
The carpet in Taiyuan is hard and hard, and the brocade in Shudu is cold;
Not so warm and soft, I come to Xuanzhou every October.
Xuanzhou satrap weaves with samples, claiming to be a minister who can do his best;
Centurions carry the same burden into the palace, and thick threads cannot be rolled.
Do you know the satrap of Xuanzhou? A carpet, 1200 silk,
I don't know if cold people should be warmer, wear less clothes and make lichens!
twills
Tang Bai Juyi
Miss the work of female workers
What is dazzling silk? Unlike Luo Kun and Wan Qi.
It should be like a waterfall spring 45 feet before the bright moon in Tiantai Mountain.
There are some great articles, white fireworks and snow on the ground.
Who weaves and dresses? Han, a cold girl from Yuexi.
Last year, Ambassador China made a statement, and samples fell from the sky.
Woven like autumn geese outside clouds, dyed like Jiangnan spring water color.
Wide-cut shirt sleeve dress, gold barrel ironing knife to cut patterns.
Extraordinary splendor and strange writing set each other off, and the flowers turn around indefinitely.
Zhaoyang dancers are very kind, and a spring dress is worth 1000 yuan.
Sweat is stained with powder, dragging the soil and trampling on the mud without pity.
It takes a lot of effort to weave brocade, which is incomparable to silk.
Many women's hands hurt when they are thin, and they can't tie a thousand words.
The singers and dancers in Zhaoyang Temple should also cherish the Weaver Maid when they see it.
4. What scenery does the poem describing silks and satins have to do with?
The west wind is still shining, Han Jialing (Li Bai's Qin Yi E) is weak and suspicious of the wind, and the orchids are like towels.
Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan"). The Chu people want to hear Yao's resentment. At midnight in Xiaoxiang (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God"), the mountain temple searched for laurel seeds in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion watched the tide on the pillow. When I revisit my old place (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"), I hate it when I think about it until I return.
In the Ming dynasty, people leaned against the building (Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc") wanted to be at dusk. When they are bored and leaning against the door alone (Bodhisattva Man in the text), they are all there. When they were heartbroken, Bai Bozhou (A Dream in the South of the Yangtze River) had not come home, and they must be heartbroken when they got home (Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man). Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Four Brothers"). Don't cry. Talk a lot (Niu Xiji's "Raw Tea Son"), and you are still in love.
In retrospect, when I remembered the green silk dress, I felt sorry for the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's Tea Son) and made a thousand wishes in front of the pillow. I want to have a rest and wait for Lan Qingshan to let her husband come back early, but I am deeply interested in looking back at Li Qingyun. Heritage is a double emerald.
Ride an elephant, first carry people over the water (Li Xun's Nanxiangzi). He often gets sick and drinks before sunrise. It is sad to leave Zhu Yan thin in the mirror (how many tears there are in Feng Yansi's Magpie Tread, leaning on it (Jing Li's Spread Huanxisha). I don't have a taste in my heart (Li Yu's Night Cry). How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu's Young Beauty), you can't rely on the fence alone, and it is infinite. It's easy to see when it's difficult.
Spring water has come out, and the slave of heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha") is hard to come out, so you can be merciful. (Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man) After the lonely people in other places dispersed, I looked at the residual smoke in a daze.
The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi.
(Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy") For my heart and yours, I knew I remembered each other deeply (Gu Wei's "Confessions"). When does the green grass stop? Tears and sorrow have been broken first (Qian's "Yu Lou Chun"). Before, I felt sick and tired of perfume bottles. Today's fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Yu Lou Chun). The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns homesick tears (Fan Zhongyan's Sumugai). Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice, and people are thousands of miles long (Fan Zhongyan's "Forbidden City" tears have not arrived.
The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Everyone has come to this matter, and there is no intention to avoid it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing"). When will Chunchun go back? Looking in the mirror at night hurts the scenery. In the later period of the past, there was no choice but to remember the flowers in the province (Zhang Xian's Fairy). As if I had met Yan and returned, the small garden incense trail wandered alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"). I don't know if the bright moon will stay, but I will wear Zhu Hu (Yan Shu's butterfly lovers) to send a marker ruler. The mountains are long and the water is wide, and I don't know where (Yan Shu's) is. "
Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. (Song Qi's "Jade Home is Spring") March is coming.
It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian). The sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"), and tears are sprinkled on tourists. I hate the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu's Picking Mulberries) rushing by.
This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. (Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha") First sent to the spring, and then sent to the monarch.
To catch up with spring in the south of the Yangtze River, you must stay in spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Operator"), and Swift Qi Fei (Yan's "Linjiang Xian"). If you are afraid of meeting each other, it will be like a dream (Yan's "Partridge Sky"). If you go to bed late, you will never forget it. Then you will be heartless and heartbroken (Yan's Nanxiangzi) and take care of each other silently, only a thousand lines of tears (Su Shi's Jiangchengzi). From a fine point of view, it is not a young flower, but a little tear (Su Shi's Water) that makes people lonely and refuses to live. Cold branches of solitary sandbar (Su Shi's "Bu Operator") are blown by small willow cotton, and there is no fragrant grass in the world (Su Shi's "Die Lian Hua"). A broken soul is nowhere to be found (Li Chi Ngai's Walking on the Sand). Considering that only dreams come and go, I am even more afraid. Jiang Du (Looking at Jiangdong by Huang Tingjian) is the most important. He has a crush on heartbroken (Mudd Duck by Chao Yuanli) and is always willing to go with him (Mudd Duck by Chao Yuanli). Thin ("Rain Ring" in Chao Yuanli) Meiying is thin, and the ice melts and the east wind changes years ("Looking at the Sea Tide" by Qin Guan). If the relationship lasts for a long time, why don't you get along with each other (Qin Guan's "Queqiao Xian") and hate you for a long time, then take a break (Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi"). There are tears on the sleeves (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan), and cardamom has old grievances. Ten-year dream is just a glimpse (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan). Clouds are light and the wind is light, and it rains in succession.
With laziness, Dongfeng tears (Wang Shen's Memories of Time Past) ruined his life, and only a few evenings passed (Zhao Lingzhi's Qing Ping Le). How much leisure is there? Yichuan smoke, full of wind, plum rain (He Zhu's "Jade Case") was originally planted on the grass, showing early, and the old building was new. Lying in an empty bed and listening to the rain in the south window, who picks up the lamp at night to mend clothes (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky") nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I cried without words (Rain Bell by Liu Yong). Affection hurts parting since ancient times, not to mention the clear autumn festival (Rain Bell by Liu Yong) has passed, which should have been a good early scene in name only. Even if the amorous feelings last for thousands of minutes, who should I tell (Liu Yong's "Lin Yuling")? I should have known it myself (Liu Yong's "Youth Tour")?
I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong's Ding Feng) in the residual light of the grass, and no one would lean on the railing and be silent. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian") The belt is getting wider and wider, and it will not go out, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
(Liu Yong's "Butterfly Loves Flowers") The fragrance is not in the core, the fragrance is not in the calyx, and the fragrance is in the bone (Yan by Chao Buzhi).
5. What are the poems describing silk?
1. My concubine is unlucky.
Year: Song Author: Zhao Rucheng
Rong Rong's beauty is better than the rest of the world. He chose the right young man.
Look at the fish and play in the water, I swear.
Once I have finished my thousand-mile trip, I want to work in Haixi.
Drunk and generous, I haven't heard from you for ten years
Or promote lewdness, or publicize that you have become a guest under the spring.
Lang Xi lang Xi helpless, hate tears all night solitary pillow drops.
You don't smell Yingying's words and send them to the West, Yuhuan takes silk for a rainy day.
Lang Xin can't bear to laugh at others, but she is ashamed to get out of bed.
Don't want to look forward to the bottle, Yanzilou is affectionate.
In what period, the red powder turned to ashes, and the grievances were empty to sing 300 songs.
2. Autumn rain sighs
Year: Tang Author: Du Fu
Successive rainy days, the four seas are barren, the same cloud.
There is no more argument about going to Malay cattle, and it is no good to distinguish muddy water from clear water.
The ears of grain are dark and have ears, but there is no news of the farmer.
In the city, rice for silk, I want to talk about Xu Ning.
3. "Magnolia is slow, send Yunyan."
Year: Song Author:
Send clouds to geese, light cold, full of streams. Just as she untied Xiang's waist, the hair clasp was lonely and Chu's temples parted. The road of expectation is smoke away from troubles. There is only a stream in front of the building, accompanied by clear tears.
Frost will force you to sleep forever. Who is the protective clothing? Read the powder room again, the incense dust has not been swept, eager to see you. Knowing that you are tired of drinking, you will only worry if you are not drunk. The pulse is silent and the sun is shining, and the soul is broken.
4. "Reward the emperor's kindness, sing in the evening and get cold early at night."
Year: Song Author: Li Gang
The west pavilion is cold at night, and the furnace smoke is light. The bamboo pillow has a small screen. I was startled by the wooden fish when I was dreaming. Half a window full moon, it will be dawn. Fantasies come and go, clinging to people. I miss my life and laugh alone. The strong mind dissipated, and all the weeds disappeared. It's quite interesting, from his later years.
5. "Man Fang Ting introduces Mr. Wu Zhigang"
Year: Yuan Author: Ma Yu
External work is a layman and a blessing. Better fix it inside. Adjust true lead and mercury, and communicate up and down. Jinlong is playing in front of the mountain, and Yuhu is wandering in the sea. Then the police moved, which was invisible, and the baby came prepared. Walk on the podium and dance, don't open your mouth and sing freely. Drunk and drunk, Baoqiong Building. Forming a fetal fairy is enthusiastic, attracting qingluan and driving China steadily. Back in Pengdao, a golden boy was invited to Yingzhou.
6. Who can tell me that 10 ancient poems describing silks and satins should be complete, with authors and titles?
What the teacher said is a poem describing sadness. The west wind in Jiang Yiming is still shining, the weak willows in the Han Tomb (Li Bai's Qin Yi E) are suspicious of the wind, and the jungle is like a towel.
Sitting alone also includes frowning (Liu Yuxi's "Recalling Jiangnan"). The Chu people want to hear Yao's resentment. At midnight in Xiaoxiang (Liu Yuxi's "Xiaoxiang God"), the mountain temple searched for laurel seeds in the middle of the month, and the county pavilion watched the tide on the pillow. When I revisit my old place (Bai Juyi's "Recalling Jiangnan"), I hate it when I think about it until I return.
In the Ming dynasty, people leaned against the building (Bai Juyi's "Sauvignon Blanc") wanted to be at dusk. When they are bored and leaning against the door alone (Bodhisattva Man in the text), they are all there. When they were heartbroken, Bai Bozhou (A Dream in the South of the Yangtze River) had not come home, and they must be heartbroken when they got home (Wei Zhuang's Bodhisattva Man). Even if you are mercilessly abandoned, you can't be ashamed (Wei Zhuang's "Four Brothers"). Don't cry. Talk a lot (Niu Xiji's "Raw Tea Son"), and you are still in love.
In retrospect, when I remembered the green silk dress, I felt sorry for the grass everywhere (Niu Xiji's Tea Son) and made a thousand wishes in front of the pillow. I want to have a rest and wait for Lan Qingshan to let her husband come back early, but I am deeply interested in looking back at Li Qingyun. Heritage is a double emerald.
Ride an elephant, first carry people over the water (Li Xun's Nanxiangzi). He often gets sick and drinks before sunrise. It is sad to leave Zhu Yan thin in the mirror (how many tears there are in Feng Yansi's Magpie Tread, leaning on it (Jing Li's Spread Huanxisha). I don't have a taste in my heart (Li Yu's Night Cry). How much sadness can you have? Just like a river flowing eastward (Li Yu's Young Beauty), you can't rely on the fence alone, and it is infinite. It's easy to see when it's difficult.
Spring water has come out, and the slave of heaven and earth (Li Yu's "Langtaosha") is hard to come out, so you can be merciful. (Li Yu's Bodhisattva Man) After the lonely people in other places dispersed, I looked at the residual smoke in a daze.
The stove is fragrant, and the phoenix is lingering. Holding an empty ribbon in his hand, looking back and hating Yiyi.
(Li Yu's "Linjiang Fairy") For my heart and yours, I knew I remembered each other deeply (Gu Wei's "Confessions"). When does the green grass stop? Tears and sorrow have been broken first (Qian's "Yu Lou Chun"). Before, I felt sick and tired of perfume bottles. Today's fragrant bottles are afraid of shallowness (Qian Yu Lou Chun). The bright moon tower is lonely, and the wine turns homesick tears (Fan Zhongyan's Sumugai). Every year tonight, the moonlight is like practice, and people are thousands of miles long (Fan Zhongyan's "Forbidden City" tears have not arrived.
The night is deep, the lights are gone, the lights disappear between the lights, but I lean on the pillow and chat to sleep. This endless loneliness really makes the taste of loneliness similar. Everyone has come to this matter, and there is no intention to avoid it (Fan Zhongyan's "Yu Jie Xing"). When will Chunchun go back? Looking in the mirror at night hurts the scenery. In the later period of the past, there was no choice but to remember the flowers in the province (Zhang Xian's Fairy). As if I had met Yan and returned, the small garden incense trail wandered alone (Yan Shu's "Huanxisha"). I don't know if the bright moon will stay, but I will wear Zhu Hu (Yan Shu's butterfly lovers) to send a marker ruler. The mountains are long and the water is wide, and I don't know where (Yan Shu's) is. "
Drink for you to persuade the sunset, and leave a photo among the flowers all night. (Song Qi's "Jade Home is Spring") March is coming.
It closes at dusk, and there is no plan to stay in spring. Tears ask flowers without words, and red flies over the swing (Ouyang Xiu's Dead Hua Lian). The sorrow is endless, and the distance is like spring water (Ouyang Xiu's "Walking on the Sand"), and tears are sprinkled on tourists. I hate the spring sky (Ouyang Xiu's Picking Mulberries) rushing by.
This year's flowers are better than last year's, but it's a pity that next year's flowers will be better. (Ouyang Xiu's "Langtaosha") First sent to the spring, and then sent to the monarch.
To catch up with spring in the south of the Yangtze River, you must stay in spring (Wang Guan's "Bu Operator"), and Swift Qi Fei (Yan's "Linjiang Xian"). If you are afraid of meeting each other, it will be like a dream (Yan's "Partridge Sky"). If you go to bed late, you will never forget it. Then you will be heartless and heartbroken (Yan's Nanxiangzi) and take care of each other silently, only a thousand lines of tears (Su Shi's Jiangchengzi). From a fine point of view, it is not a young flower, but a little tear (Su Shi's Water) that makes people lonely and refuses to live. Cold branches of solitary sandbar (Su Shi's "Bu Operator") are blown by small willow cotton, and there is no fragrant grass in the world (Su Shi's "Die Lian Hua"). A broken soul is nowhere to be found (Li Chi Ngai's Walking on the Sand). Considering that only dreams come and go, I am even more afraid. Jiang Du (Looking at Jiangdong by Huang Tingjian) is the most important. He has a crush on heartbroken (Mudd Duck by Chao Yuanli) and is always willing to go with him (Mudd Duck by Chao Yuanli). Thin ("Rain Ring" in Chao Yuanli) Meiying is thin, and the ice melts and the east wind changes years ("Looking at the Sea Tide" by Qin Guan). If the relationship lasts for a long time, why don't you get along with each other (Qin Guan's "Queqiao Xian") and hate you for a long time, then take a break (Qin Guan's "Jiangchengzi"). There are tears on the sleeves (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan), and cardamom has old grievances. Ten-year dream is just a glimpse (Fang Ting, the man of Qin Guan). Clouds are light and the wind is light, and it rains in succession.
With laziness, Dongfeng tears (Wang Shen's Memories of Time Past) ruined his life, and only a few evenings passed (Zhao Lingzhi's Qing Ping Le). How much leisure is there? Yichuan smoke, full of wind, plum rain (He Zhu's "Jade Case") was originally planted on the grass, showing early, and the old building was new. Lying in an empty bed and listening to the rain in the south window, who picks up the lamp at night to mend clothes (He Zhu's "Partridge Sky") nostalgia, Lan Zhou urges.
Holding hands and looking at each other with tears, I cried without words (Rain Bell by Liu Yong). Affection hurts parting since ancient times, not to mention the clear autumn festival (Rain Bell by Liu Yong) has passed, which should have been a good early scene in name only. Even if the amorous feelings last for thousands of minutes, who should I tell (Liu Yong's "Lin Yuling")? I should have known it myself (Liu Yong's "Youth Tour")?
I regret that I didn't lock the carved saddle (Liu Yong's Ding Feng) in the residual light of the grass, and no one would lean on the railing and be silent. (Liu Yong's "Dead Hua Lian") The belt is getting wider and wider, and it will not go out, which makes people haggard for Iraq.
(Liu Yong's "Die Lian Hua") The fragrance is not in the core, the fragrance is not in the calyx, and the fragrance is in the bone (.
7. An old saying about silk
1, Chileger
Hulujin
Northern Dynasties (439-534)
Chilechuan,
Yinshanxia
The sky is like a vault,
Cage covers four areas.
The sky is gray,
Wild,
The wind blows the grass.
2. Say goodbye to the viceroy and go to Shu for his post.
Bo Wang
Through this wall surrounding the three Qin areas,
Through the mist that unites five rivers.
We said goodbye to each other sadly,
We two officials run counter to each other.
However, despite China's friendship,
Heaven is still our neighbor.
Why are you wandering at the fork in the road,
The child is holding a towel.
3. Liangzhou Ci
Wang Zhihuan
The Yellow River is far above the white clouds.
Wan Ren is an isolated city.
Why should a strong brother complain about willow?
The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
4, join the army seven (the fourth part)
Wang Changling
Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain,
Seeing yumenguan from the lonely city.
Huang Sha wears golden armor in many battles.
If you don't break Loulan, you won't return it.
5. Join the army for the seventh time (the fifth time)
The dust in the desert is dim,
The red flag rolled out of Yuanmen.
The former army fought the Taohe River at night,
It is reported that the old man was captured alive.
6. Plug (1)
Wang Changling
Bright moon in Qin dynasty, bright moon in Han dynasty.
The Long March hasn't come back yet.
But Dragon City will fly in,
Don't teach Huma to climb the Yinshan Mountain.
7. Hunting
Wang Wei
The wind blew the horn,
The general hunted Weicheng.
Grass withered eagle eye disease,
Snow is as light as a horseshoe.
Suddenly passing by Xinfeng city,
Go back to Xiliuying.
Look back at the carving place,
Thousands of miles away, the clouds are light and the wind is light.