The clouds on the temples are old, and the warmth outside the jade building is cool.
On the Baling Plain, I held up my lamp and shone my sword, and was granted the title of Marquis.
Cangzhou is thousands of miles away, the general has white hair, and he sings a windy tune that reminds the Qin palace of frost.
However, the paintings of Linge were exhausted and the sound of Guangling was lost.
West Ci is burdened with wine, but don't cross the Qiujiang River.