Hu no one
Lu You
The beard is like a hedgehog's hair, and the face is like a purple stone ridge.
My husband has traveled thousands of miles, and he is ready to take advantage of the storm.
Chasing the moon while sleeping in the open air in Qinghai, seizing the city at night and trampling on the ice of the Yellow River.
The rain rustles in the moraine under the iron clothes, and the thunder blows in the wind on the war drum.
In the middle of the night, the poor captives send the money, and at dawn the armor is like a hill.
China first met the sweat-blooded horse, and Dongyi once again paid tribute to the frost-haired eagle.
When the crowd is overcast, the sun rises; when there is no one, the Song Dynasty is reviving.
The husband reported to the Lord that he was like this, and he smiled with his white head and window lights.
Purpose: The choice between hatred of family and country and love
