Qu Tongxian

Qu Tongxian

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Qu Tongxian: the year of birth and death is unknown. He was born in Luoyang, Henan Province. He served as a soldier of thousands of oxen.

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Qu Tongxian: the year of birth and death is unknown. He was born in Luoyang, Henan Province. He served as a soldier of thousands of oxen. His life stories can be seen in the catalogue of guoxiuji and volume 10 of Yuanhe surname compilation. Rui tingzhang selected two of his poems into Guoxiu collection and one poem from souyu Xiaoji (the word "Yixian" in Xiaoji). There are two poems in Quan Tang Shi.

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Wujiang girl

The more gorgeous the girl is, the more beautiful she is.

Youth is still unmarried, red powder comes to prostitute.

The brocade sleeves hold the red tangerines, and the silver hooks pick the purple rooms.

When people are shy, they go back to the boat and go to Xizang.

Yan Ge Xing

You do not see (a book without these three words) Yuyang in August Sai Cao Fei, the relative and think of return.

Clouds and Shuo Qi, dark (one for dark), pengza Jing (one for Hu), sand scattered wild fly.

At that time, the world was overcast, and the vast sea and the dragon city were used to fighting.

The drums and horns of the two armies heard each other in the dark, but the banners and banners on all sides could not be seen.

Zhao Jun has been married for many years, and Rong and di are not tired of it.

Han soldiers wait for the moon to prevent congestion in autumn, and Hu rides across the river on ice night.

It is more than ten thousand li from the east to the west, and the land is not similar to Beijing.

At the foot of Yanzhi mountain (on the top of yizuo), there is light in the spring (on the top of yizuo), and there is no running water in the yellow sand moraine.

The ten years of Jinge and Yujian's expedition have brought many grievances to the brothel.

I am tired of leaving for a long time in my hometown. I am sad to hear the sound of pounding clothes in autumn.