Gong Yu stayed in the sea, and Li paid for it because of his family.
The tune of dew has been there, and the words of autumn wind are still new.
This branch has a hundred generations, let Di Huachun take the lead.
The moon sets and the palace car moves, and the wind is sad.
The road only hopes for the phoenix, and people still want to be happy.
Fang has nothing to do with it, so he didn't retreat.
Where the sacred feelings are sad, the sun sets in the western hills.
Enjoy the country for fifteen years and ascend to heaven for ten million years.
Dragon guards are far away, riding and blowing are full.
Outside the early Yangling Mausoleum, people mourn the old sword.
Nan Zhou had last words, covering his tears and looking at Qinchuan. Therefore, the Prime Minister Yan Gong carved two bows to seal the old country in Sikong's elegy, and Heibi inherited the previous work.
Ten years of courage, nine lives.
Have fun on the red platform, and the flute and drum are buried.
A generation of heroic spirit, a small three poplar wind.
Son of Yinshan, come to bury Wuling West.
There is no sorrow before the horse, but there is still wind.
Hanshui Jinshan Guo, Xiangyang white brass cymbals.
Love is left, and people are sad in the sunset. Li Xianggong got the name of Pingquan New Villa because after Wei Ping, the hometown of poetry was in Lang Kun.
Hua En quit the North and fell in love with Dongshan smartly.
There are books in the room, so we can start.
Although the sky hung for a while, he died in one fell swoop.