A poem describing the brave and the brave

Xianyang nostalgia

Author: Xu Zhen

The main hall of Epang Palace faces Nanshan, and the pavilion road haunts ghosts.

Bo Ye will end up with a bonfire, and the ghosts will return to the car in Russia.

3,000 boys and girls are floating on the sea, and 100,000 brave women enter the customs.

Leaving a legacy of the past, the Great Wall is still stained with blood and tears.

Sitting at night thinking about crusaders

Author: Shen Lu

A long river runs through the night, and soldiers are like clouds.

The general can wave a white feather fan, and the king doesn't like mink.

Twelve Guanshan Mountain is the old country of Qi State, and the territory of Han State for a hundred years.

Sleepless Frost Moon smells Diao Dou, watching bullfighting from Maotang.