Fortune Telling Collection - Ziwei fortune-telling - Poetry about the domineering of guns

Poetry about the domineering of guns

The poem about gun domineering is as follows:

1, Xijiangyue

Dynasty and Song Dynasty

Author Fang Yue

The original dish is rich at the beginning, and the tea gun is small. The wild hedge is a poetic place. Hit the lake boat. The next afternoon, there was good news, and Xian Guan was with Yin in the morning and evening. Qingyang rides the Spring City. Don't ask how far Nanshan is.

2, water tune song head

Dynasty and Song Dynasty

Author Wang Zhi

The original Huaihai one star out, divided into Liangzhou. The imperial scenery group fights with the emperor, and all the people are in the fairy stream. Do sweep _ gun plaid, high arch purple B, Sharpay brush red _. If it weren't for fog or smoke, I would wait for Qiu Yun forever. When the sun goes to the south and the moon looks forward to it, you will live a long life. Plum blossom fragrance is full of eyes, and it is a thousand years after a chat. In the middle of the night, Yutang received a letter, went to a Dan road to announce the book, and went back to be the monitor. Qutangxia is calm and safe to sail.

3. Fancy

Dynasty and Song Dynasty

Author Zhao Ding

At the beginning of the month of Jiang, I heard the hate platform, and it was bleak and full of leaves. The night is long, the fire is cold, the lights are blue, and there are thousands of knots. The green harp sighs the string of Zhu, who sings with it? But daydreaming, sitting on the right in poor years, broke the suicide note.

The northwest mixed gun hasn't been extinguished yet. Thousands of homesickness, dreams leave the five mountains. I miss youth, I am romantic and I am drunk. Old, sparse life, haggard look at people. I like it better. It belongs to pillow washing stone.

4. Go for an autumn outing

the Tang Dynasty

Author Du Fu

When I went to Fujiang in autumn, I brought a horse with an arm gun. I still don't know where the bones are, and Song went and didn't return. The Han Festival is in Suizhou City, and there are few people outside Suizhou City. The ghost of the battlefield cries every night, which makes the campers very sad.