Six-character rhyme with guns, domineering characters.
Fang Yue, the author of "Chao and Song"
original text
The food is fat first, 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.
Prelude to water melody
Wang Zhi, the author of "Chao and Song"
original text
Huaihai, one star, divided into Liangzhou. The imperial scenery group fights with the emperor, and all the people are in the fairy stream. Sweep the gun grid, high arch purple and purple too B, Xia Peihong. 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.
Huaxindong
Zhao Ding, the author of "Chao and Song"
original text
Jiang Yue rises at the beginning of the month, listening to the hate platform, 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.
Xinfeng Zhebi Weng Jie Biangongye
Bai Juyi, the author of the Tang Dynasty
Xinfeng old man is eighty-eight, and his head and eyebrows are as snow. Great-great-grandchildren help shops,
The left arm is folded by the shoulder and the right arm. I asked Weng how many years his arm had been broken and what caused it.
Weng Yunguan belongs to Xinfeng County. He was born in a sundae without fighting. Used to listening to orchestral music,
I don't know flags, guns and bows and arrows. There is no big conscription in Tianbao, and every household has three small places.
Go wherever you drive, and Wan Liyun will go south in May. I heard that there is Lushui in Yunnan.
When the pepper flower falls, it begins to smoke. The army waded like soup, but no ten people died.
The village is crying in the south and the village is crying in the north, and the children are inseparable from the husband and wife. The barbarians before and after the cloud,
Thousands of people have never walked once. I was twenty-four years old and had a name in the Ministry of War.
Late at night, I didn't dare to let anyone know, so I stole a big stone and broke my arm. Bows and flags are unbearable,
Yunnan is exempt from this. Broken bones and tendons are not bitter, and they want to go home.
This arm has been broken for 60 years, but one of its limbs has become useless. So far, it's cold and rainy,
I didn't go to bed until dawn. Sleepless pain, never regret, happiness to old age.
Otherwise, at that time, Lu Shuitou was already dead and very lonely. It should be a homesick ghost in Yunnan,
Crying on a mass grave. Listen to the old man.
You can't smell the smell of Song Kaifu, the prime minister of Kaiyuan, and you don't know the border defense work to prevent war.
I don't know Tianbao Prime Minister Yang. I want to make contributions to my country.
There are no complaints about border work, please ask Xinfeng folding arm Weng.
The heavy rain is divided into three parts.
Du Mu, the author of Dynasty and Tang Dynasty
The east is dark and the wind drives the sea water, and the bottom of the sea rolls to the center of heaven.
March and June are miserable, and after dusk, drops come all over the sky.
The kite has a strong overlapping thunder axis and a long claw tail.
God whips ghosts to control the Yin emperor, and ghosts spray wildly.
All sides collapse Teng Yujing war, Wan Li vertical and horizontal feather forest gun.
Clouds around the wind, the Yellow Emperor is no better than Chiyou.
A hundred rivers are bitter and handsome, and Kun Guan locks his worries.
The same was true of Taihe for six years, when I was full of energy.
The east building shrugged its heads and looked down, wishing it could fly high.
Call on the strong and healthy people in the city to open the wine field in a wide range of exhibitions.
Rush the hammer to cheer up, regardless of the thin waist mother.
This year, the temples are all white, and the strange tour is spectacular and hidden.
The scenery is imperfect, but the past is sad.
A gun?
(gun)?
qiāng？
Spear for stabbing: long gun. Javelin, red tassel?
Weapon for firing bullets: pistol. Rifle. Machine gun. Shoot. A hail of bullets. ?
Something resembling a gun: a welding torch. A tube. ?
Pointed bamboo and wood chips are used to weave fences. ?
Number of strokes: 8; ?
Radical: wood; ?
Number of strokes: 12343455
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