Are there any poets named Jiang in history? Is there anyone who writes poems about frontier fortresses?

Some, his name is Jiang Kui

"Secret Fragrance"

The moonlight of the old days. Count on me several times, playing the flute beside the plum blossom. To arouse beautiful women, no matter the cold or climbing.

Now that He Xun is getting older, he has forgotten the spring breeze and his writing style. But it's strange that the flowers are sparse outside the bamboo, and the fragrance is cold and enters the Yao mat.

Jiang State. It's quiet. Sigh and send it to the far away road, the snow is beginning to accumulate at night. Cui Zun is easy to cry. The red calyx is speechless and remembers each other.

Chang remembers that we once held hands together, under the weight of thousands of trees and the cold green of the West Lake. There are also pieces and pieces, and they are all blown away. How long will it take to see them?

"Yangzhou Slowness"

The famous capital of Huaizuo, the best place in Zhuxi, Xie An Shao was stationed in the first journey. Ten miles after the spring breeze, all the shepherds and wheat are green. Since Hu Ma peeked into the river, the trees and trees in the pond were abandoned, and they were still tired of talking about soldiers. It's getting dusk, the clear corners are blowing cold, and everyone is in the empty city.

Du Lang’s handsome reward is now so serious that I am shocked. Despite Cardamom's lyrical skills, Dream of a Brothel is good, but it is difficult to describe it with deep emotion. The Twenty-Four Bridge is still there, and the waves are still in the cold moon. Reading the red medicine beside the bridge, who will I know every year?