China DOS Union

Cool, I admire you, teach me a couple of tricks

Where there is a will, there is a way. Burn your boats and cross the river. The hundred thousand Qin troops finally entered Jin (should be).
Where there is a will, there is a way. Break the pots and sink the boats. The hundred and twenty Qin passes finally belonged to Han.
Those who work hard will not be let down by heaven. Lie on firewood and taste gall. Three thousand Yue soldiers can swallow Wu.
NO.2, just look at Stephen Chow's Flirting Scholar to know.

Where there is a will, there is a way. Burn boats when crossing a river. Ten thousand Qin troops finally entered Jin.

Those who work hard will not be let down by heaven. Endure hardships and bide one's time. Three thousand Yue soldiers were enough to swallow Wu.

Where there is a will, there is a way. Break the pots and sink the boats. The hundred passes of Qin finally belonged to Han.

Those who work hard will not be let down by heaven. Endure hardships and bide one's time. Three thousand Yue soldiers can swallow Wu.

Enjoy flowers, enjoy the moon, better than enjoy Qiu Xiang.

Rely on father, rely on mother, better than rely on oneself.

Still remember that year at sixteen
Speechless going up to the west tower
Forcing to talk about new sorrow
Just at the time of wind, flowers, snow and moon
Not understanding loneliness
Phoenix trees shed leaves in clear autumn
Not going up to the west tower
Just hold the long zither and wine cup
Holding candles to roam at night
Expecting you not to come
Black and white pieces knock the rhinoceros chessboard until rotten
Stop, stop, stop
Haven't seen flowers bloom for a long time
Then leave
Leaving person's ferry
Who stays?
A single boat in the jianghu

Hehe~ Friends, if you've seen it, give a round of applause...
I just love to hear nice things.

Last night I took a stroll by the lake
The cricket chirps by the small trees
Suddenly a wild cat appeared
Startled the gulls and herons on the pond
Wait, wait
The white rabbit lingers in the sky.

Master Ru Shi is really quite accomplished...

Eyebrows
Furrowed slightly
The distant mountains outside the window lie across as a landscape
Also like the dark green eyebrows
Is it because you are looking at it from inside the window?
When you are present in person
Fleeing wildly among the falling rocks
What do you recall?
But the rocks have finally fallen
To avoid or retreat
Or just stand firm here
Let the flying rocks strike down
Or maybe it won't be so tiring
Perhaps
At that moment of being struck
Life will reveal its other
Long-hidden wing
Filled with gray feathers
At this time, there is the sound of the Xun
Down the mountain
Many people are looking at you
Their foreheads are sweating
But there is no path for them to go up the mountain
The path is yours alone
It can only be your own path
Years themselves
Have not bestowed any meaning on life
Perhaps this meaning can only
Be found by ourselves
This is the purpose of life罢
The process of our existence
Who has experienced more than whom
And what reason is there
To give up easily
On the path of mountain climbing
The leaves by the slant path
Which one
Is not stained with tears and blood
And when has there been
Human habitation deep in the white clouds

Tired from the journey, rest briefly on the ground.
The wind suddenly rises, ruffling the waters of the spring pond.
Meeting on the crossroads, we become as old friends upon brief conversation.
Sounds harmonize, time flies quickly.
Passersby don't understand, the mountains are green and the waters are clear.
Woodcutting sounds clink, clear pond sees fish.
With shoes with worn tips and bamboo staffs, who understands the state of mind?

Yu Lin Ling. ——Once Remembered

The warblers are red and swallows are green, in the singing hall and bar with wine.
Still remember, the time of high spirits.
In the wind and shadow, wave the sleeves.
Talk big and part with a gaze.
Young and seeking to be a high official.
Throw away the fragrant dust and silk socks.
In the rivers and lakes, fat horses and light fur.
The lady's tears are dropping.
All the yearning flows away.
Alone leaning against the high building. On the misty waves.
Wild geese pass and fish swim. The crescent moon is like a hook.
Make people fish up the long-lasting sorrow.
Moreover, several times not seeing the letter.
Wet the silk kerchief through.

Have you all seen it, and don't you want to talk about it a bit?

Don't lean on the tower when there's nothing to do.
Just afraid that the sea silk scarf will get wet.
The moon is cold.
The person is thin.
Even if I gaze intently.
I'm lazy and don't comb my hair when I get up in the day.

Wow, is this written in the past few days? You're even more amazing than Xu Zhimo.

Haha...Master Xu isn't as good as me. His old-style poems aren't good....When I was 15 or 16, I used to write several a day....Now my inspiration isn't there.
Anxiety in composing a single character
Breaking off several strands of beard
yiyesong, what are you doing? This section is only run by me...
Come write a few!

===Yu Meiren===
The balustrade is soaked in dew and the shadow of the plane tree
Who understands the view from the railing
Moss gradually creeps up the green dress
Ask how many are the lovesick separations

The dawn moon and the remaining watch, the letters are far away
The wild geese' formation is dotted
Unconsciously, the insect sounds urge the brow to wrinkle
Distant sight of that year's green sleeves beckoning at the red mansion