1. Poems about the war
Poems about the war 1. The more poems about the war, the better
Wang Changling's "Army March" Qinghai Changyun Dark snow-capped mountains and lonely city overlooking Yumen Pass.
The yellow sand will wear the golden armor in a hundred battles, and the Loulan will never be returned until it is broken. Out of the fortress. Wang Changling. In the bright moon of the Qin Dynasty, when the Han Dynasty passed, the people of the long march of thousands of miles have not returned. But the flying generals of Dragon City are there, and they will not teach the Hu horses to cross the Yin Mountain. Chen Tao, who traveled to Longxi, vowed to sweep away the Xiongnu without caring about his own life. Five thousand mink brocades were mourned by Hu Chen. Poor bones by the Wuding River, like a person in a boudoir's dream. Liangzhou Ci Wang Han's luminous cup of peach wine, he wants to drink the pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times. Stop the song and Wang Changling drinks his horse Crossing the autumn water, the water is cold and the wind is like a knife. The sun has not disappeared on the flat sand, and I can see Lintao dimly. In the past, the Great Wall was fought, and the spirit was high. The Yellow City is ancient and modern, and the bones are littered with poles. Li Yi joined the army in the northern expedition after the snow in the Tianshan Mountains, and the sea was cold, The fife was blowing all over the road and the journey was difficult. Three hundred thousand people were recruited in Qili. I looked back at the middle of the month. Yang Jiong's "Marching the Army": The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy. Ya Zhang said goodbye to Fengque, and the iron cavalry circled the Dragon City. Snow sculptures are hidden. Flag painting, the wind is mixed with the sound of drums. It is better to be a centurion than to be a scholar. Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital. Author: Cen Shen The north wind blows and the white grass breaks on the ground, Hu Tian is flying snow in August.
Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed. Scattered into the pearl curtain and wet Luo curtain, the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.
The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and cold. The vast sea is covered with thousands of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.
The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for the returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes. Snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold.
I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow. You can't see me when you turn around the mountain loop, leaving horses in the sky above the snow to fight in the south of the city. Last year's battle was in Sangqianyuan. This year's battle is on Conghe Road. The troops are washing in waves on the sea, and the horses are released in the grass in the snow on Tianshan Mountain. The three armies are all old in the long march of thousands of miles. Fierce slaves Killing is used for farming, and since ancient times, it has been a field of yellow sand with bones. The Qin family built a city and prepared a barbarian place, and the Khan family still has beacon fires burning. The beacon fires are burning forever and there is no time to fight. In the field, fighting to death, defeated horses howl to the sky in sorrow. Birds and doves peck at each other. Human intestines fly up from dead branches. The soldiers are smeared in the grass, and the generals are in vain. They know that weapons are murderous weapons, and saints are not allowed to use them. Burning fifty strings and turning over the battlefield outside the Great Wall. Autumn point. Lu Fei's bow, made of soldiers and horses, was like a thunderbolt string. He was startled, but the king's world affairs won him fame before and after his death. Poor people went out to the Great Wall before nine poems went to their hometown, and went to Jiaohe leisurely.
The public has a successful career, and the desperate baby is in trouble. You are already in Fuji territory, how much can you do if you open one side? Forsake the kindness of your parents, swallow your voice and act in disloyalty.
The day of departure is far away, so I won’t be deceived by traveling alone. How can the love between flesh and blood be broken? There is no time for a man to die.
The horse takes off its bridle and picks up the black hair in its hand. After descending to Wanling Hill, he leaned over and tried to touch the flag.
Sharpening the knife and crying for water, the red edge of the water hurts the hand. I want to lighten my heartache, and my mood has been confused for a long time.
The husband has pledged himself to the kingdom, so why is he angry and sad? Fame is like a unicorn, but the bones of battle will soon decay. There is a long way to send the disciples off, and there is also a body to garrison far away.
Life and death are moving forward, and the idle officials are angry and angry. I met an acquaintance on the road, and attached a letter and six relatives.
Alas, the two are determined, no longer suffering the same hardships! After traveling more than ten thousand miles, he led me to join the three armies. There are different joys and sorrows in the army, would the general prefer to hear them all? I saw Hu cavalry across the river, and suddenly there were hundreds of them.
I started out as a slave, how long will I achieve my merits? When you draw a bow, you should use a strong one, and when you use an arrow, you should use a long one; when shooting a man, shoot a horse first; when capturing a thief, capture the king first. Killing is also limited, and the country has its own territory.
If you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more? It was raining and snowing while driving the horses, and the army marched into the mountains. I'm holding a cold stone in my arms, pointing to the ice.
We have gone to Han Dynasty for a long time, when will we build the city again? An expedition to the south in the clouds and twilight is beyond our reach. Shanyu invaded our base, and hundreds of miles were covered in wind and dust.
The heroic sword moves four or five times, and the other troops run for me. He captured his name and the king returned, tied his neck and taught him the royal gate.
What’s the point of one victory if you immerse yourself in the ranks? After serving in the army for more than ten years, how can he make unmeasured achievements? Everyone wants to get something, but if they want to speak, they are ashamed of the same thing. There is a struggle in the Central Plains, how about Di and Rong? My husband is traveling all over the world, how can I say goodbye to poverty? Nine poems sent to the fortress wall from my brother Zhan (with preface) My brother Zhuo Nao was very interested in studying the Luofu with me, and he had the ambition to support the wind and cross the rocks.
He died on the side of Governor Yuan with his hussar. The border wind is beginning to get cold in the corners of the earth, and the sky's singing clouds are beginning to fly.
The flag is in danger of being broken, how can the lonely general rely on him? Send wild geese to invade Hu Yue, startling frost spots the iron clothes. Maybe it's a concubine's dream, one is Da Jinwei? Bian Yue During the Qin Dynasty, a moon shone on Bianzhou for eternity.
The smoke of the wolf moves in vain, and the post fire tower is born in the cold. Guanshan and the arrival of tears, the absence and nostalgia.
The plum blossoms in your hands are hard to send to Longtou. The dust on the edge is separated by three passes, and the yellow dust is accessible from all directions.
The flutes are blowing again, and the moonlight of Han Dynasty is still empty. Chaos still follows the horse, depression and darkness follow the wind.
Don't wipe the general's clothes, leaving some red on his shirt. Corner The night is blowing in the corner, and the iron lock of Xiongguan is opened.
The battlements of the ancient city ring, and the galloping horses return through the frost. Qiang shed tears from the jade plug, and the geese traveling in Tianshan mourned.
Who wouldn’t go to Wangxiang Terrace after hearing this song? Playing the flute on the side of the high city, the moon is shining brightly in the autumn. Hu'er shed tears, Hansai's dragon roared.
The willow trees are broken in sorrow, and the plum blossoms are frightened in their dreams. Wandering around three or five lanes, my heart breaks and I recall the southern expedition.
Bianyan The wild geese are flying across the Golden River, carrying snow across it one after another. The formation is close to the moon, and the sound is broken and the wind is strong.
Hold high the beams of sorrow, fly low to trap the cowardly snares.
If you don’t dare to cherish your feathers, why should you write a book? The side horse and the celestial horse respond to the stars in the morning, and the gold is tied to the tiger and the leopard.
The spring grass is short when you are proud of it, but the peach blossoms are new when you are angry. The snow on the Great Wall freezes in the caves, and the hooves wear through the dust of the desert.
Hundreds of battles are fought across rivers, and success is returned to others. Bianliu Sighing at Yangguan Willow, how long will it be green? The spring light cannot be spent, and the green temples have become silk.
Every year I feel sad. Yiyiwan parted.
There are strange trees in my hometown, whose branches are connected day and night. On the edge of the grass, the king and grandson will never return, and the horse's feet will hit the wheel.
The sky is endless for thousands of miles, and people come out of the fortress all the year round. After several golden seas and snows, Jade Guan Chun was nowhere to be seen.
Dreaming about the cold pond alone at night, I miss the white apples and worry about them. Jiangchengzi has flat sand and shallow grass stretching to the sky.
The road is vast, full of ups and downs. Last night the sound of waves washed the bones of the shore like frost.
The story of the heroes of the ages is nothing but emotion and desolation. The young man intends to hide in the middle of the road, seek fame as a king, and sweep the battlefield.
I remember the tears staining my clothes when I hit them. If you want to go up to the public security, the two towers are far away, and you will feel empty and disappointed, crossing Weiyang.
The Sapphire Case: Sad and mistaken for Wucheng Road, carrying blood and tears with nothing to show for it. The half-moon blurs the frost on some trees, the purple flute is low and far away, the green leaves are bright and dim, and the sheep's carriage is faintly visible.
The whale waves are soaked in blue across the river, so the base is rustling and the reeds are in the Pupu. The smoke and water do not know the fault of people. The ship is thousands of miles away, and the sails are lowered. Don't blame the lotus steps. Jiang Chengzi came drunk and danced with long sleeves and crowed chickens.
Tanka line. Terrified.
Northwest China still has a new pavilion. The long sword of the thirty-six peaks is there, the stars are fighting, and the sky is majestic.
In ancient times, many heroes have merged with each other. Sideburns stars.
How could it happen? In the future, I will be granted a title of marquis, and who will be the winner of the compilation?
A handful of tears were shed on the fishing altar, the wind was strong and the rain was heavy. The wild geese are waiting for the golden river, and they are carrying snow across it one after another.
The formation is connected for a small month, and the sound is broken and windy. Hold high the beams of sorrow, and fly low to trap the trap.
If you don’t dare to cherish your feathers, why do you need to write a book? Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital. Cen Shen The north wind blows and the white grass breaks on the ground, and it snows in August. Suddenly a spring breeze comes overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloom.
The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin. The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and uncomfortable.
The vast sea is covered with thousands of feet of ice, and there are thousands of gloomy clouds.
2. Poems describing battles
1. A luminous cup of fine wine. If you want to drink with a pipa, you will be reminded. Don’t laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times. Wang Han’s "Liangzhou" "Ci" 2. The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty passed the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not returned. But the flying generals of Dragon City are there, and they do not teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountains. Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress" 3. Qinghai's long clouds darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. Yellow sand Wearing golden armor in a hundred battles, if Loulan is not destroyed, it will never return. Wang Changling's "Walking in the Army" 4. Lying stiffly in a lonely village without mourning, but still thinking of guarding the Luntai for the country. In the late night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into sleep. Lu You's "Ten" "January 4th, stormy weather" 5. When I was drunk, I lit up the lamp and watched the sword. I dreamed of blowing the trumpet company. Eight hundred miles away, my subordinates were burning, fifty strings were heard outside the Great Wall, and the troops were ordered in the autumn of the battlefield. The horse was flying fast, and the bow was like a thunderbolt string. Surprisingly, he ended the affairs of the king and won fame both before and after his life. Unfortunately, it happened in vain! Xin Qiji's "Broken Zhenzi" composed a heroic poem for Chen Tongfu 6. The Red Army is not afraid of the difficulties of the expedition, and thousands of rivers and mountains are just waiting for leisure. The five ridges are meandering and the waves are rolling, and the fog is majestic and the mud balls are walking. The golden sand and water are beating against the clouds and the cliffs are warm, and the iron cables across the Dadu Bridge are cold. I am even more happy that there is thousands of miles of snow in Minshan Mountain, and the three armies are all happy after the passing.