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Ancient poems about horses
The ancient poems about horses are introduced as follows:

In the spring breeze, this proud horse runs at the speed of two beats. I visited all the sights of Chang 'an gracefully in one day. -Meng Jiao's "After Deng Ke" shoots people first, shoots horses first, and catches thieves first. -Du Fu's "Nine Sides and Six Stories" lies in listening to the wind and rain in the middle of the night and dreaming of an iron horse glacier. -Lu You's "The Storm of November 4th" is getting more and more fascinating, but shallow grass has no horseshoe. -Bai Juyi's "Spring Tour in Qiantang" I thought that in those days, Jin Ge was an iron horse and swallowed Wan Li. -Xin Qiji's "Never Meet Le Jingkou Gubeiting Nostalgia"

If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan. -Wang Changling's "Two Embankments" Then he disappeared at the corner of the pass, leaving only hoofprint behind him. -Cen Can's "Snow White Farewell to Tian Shuji Wu Gui" Where is the hometown of Qinling Mountain? The heavy snow hindered the horse's progress. -Han Yu's "Moving to the Left to Show Grandnephew"

After the success of the "return", Tang Bai Xingjian, Konoha and Zhou Wang were idle. Drive away the soap in a hurry and drink the cup to lean on the mountain. Walk by day and return with the wind at dusk. Ice arouses suspicion and leaves fall like Guan Yu. Under the fairy peak, Teng Weixiang Water Bay. Fortunately, when the time comes, martial arts will be suppressed and drums will no longer be played.

"Ma" Tang Chenning didn't know the keel, but he was lucky to get the China. It is better to forget Bole's reward than to have a thousand gold prices. Although I know the special section, I dare not compare with Huayi. In case of chasing the wind, be a porch head.

"White Horse" Tang Du Fu's white horse comes from the northeast, with an empty saddle and two arrows. Poor Mamalang, I don't know who I am today. In the near future, the Lord will kill, and in the middle of the night, the Lord will fight. Many people died in confusion and cried like tears.