Demons are rampant: the violent concubine is not easy to mess with

Chapter 100 Snow Scene Poetry ([-])

Gu Lan didn't know whether she was stunned or still didn't believe it.

Shangguan Ren was not in a hurry, and continued.

"Don't you see,

Walking along the Machuan River and the snowy seaside, the flat sand is wild and yellow into the sky.

Luntai roars on the night of the wind in September, and a river of rubble is as big as a bucket, walking around with the wind and rocks everywhere.

The Xiongnu grass yellow horse is fattening, the Jinshanxi sees the smoke and dust flying, the Han family generals go to the west.

The general's golden armor does not take off at night, and the army moves in the middle of the night, and the limelight is like a knife.

The horsehair steamed with snow and sweat, and the money was turned into ice, and the grass in the curtain was condensed with water.

The captive cavalry should be frightened when they hear this, but they know that short soldiers dare not take over, and the military commander Ximen stands up to offer victory. "

It rained the night before, and although it has been a day, there is still a slight dampness between the stones paving the path.Between the trees that are about to wither in the courtyard, there is a layer of breathtaking greenness, such a fresh and pleasant blue color, which can only be enjoyed in spring in Yongzhou.

Sitting on the sidelines and looking at Shangguan Ren, Nangong Cange's face still deceived the world's nobility and elegance, but it was different from the faint smile that used to hang on his face. There is a point of admiration.

Gu Lanzhiyong, on the other hand, was dressed in green clothes, with a chic posture, three thousand blue silks half-hanging and half-bundled, as white as fat jade, holding a Guqin in his hand. The Guqin is still the one he saw when he first met. .

"At the end of the year, yin and yang urge short scenes, and the sky is frosty and snowy, and the night is cold.

The sound of drums and horns was tragic and vigorous, and the shadow of the Three Gorges Galaxy was shaken.

Crying in the wild, a few families heard about the war, and Yige set up fishermen and woodcutters in several places.

The crouching dragon and the leaping horse end up in the loess, and the human affairs, news and books are long and lonely. "

Seeing that Gu Lanzhi didn't open his mouth, Shangguan saw that the poems about Xue Jing were not enough, so he had to continue.

"Xishan Baixue Three Cities Garrison, Nanpu Qingjiang Wanli Bridge.

The brothers in the world are separated from each other, and the world is far away with tears and tears.

However, he will be sick in his old age, and he has not answered the holy pilgrimage.

When crossing the horse and going out of the suburbs, I can't bear the depression of personnel. "

Without pausing, continue to say the last song.

"Guihong's voice cuts off the remnant clouds, and the snow falls on the back window and the smoke from the furnace is straight.

The phoenix hairpin at the bottom of the candle is bright, and the head of the hairpin is better than light.

The sound of the horn reminds the dawn, and the dawn returns to the bullfight.

It's hard to see flowers in spring, and the west wind keeps the old cold. "

(End of this chapter)