I am looking for famous ancient poems to celebrate the return of soldiers after their victory.

Out of the Fortress

"Out of the Fortress" by Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty

The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the Pass of the Han Dynasty,

The people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.

But the flying generals of Dragon City are here,

Don’t teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountain.

Liangzhou Ci

(Tang Dynasty) Wang Han

A luminous cup of grape wine,

If you want to drink pipa, you will be reminded immediately.

Don’t laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield.

How many people have fought in ancient times.

In ancient times, he marched from the army

Li Qi

In the daytime, he climbed the mountain to watch the beacon fire, and at dusk, he drank his horse by the river.

Pedestrians are fighting against the wind and the sand is dark, and the princess Pipa is full of resentments.

There is no castle for thousands of miles while camping, and rain and snow fall all over the desert.

Hu Yan flew away every night crying, and Hu Er shed tears.

When you hear that the jade gate is still covered, you should throw your life away.

Every year the bones of the war are buried outside, but it is rare to see grapes entering the Han family.

Marching with the Army

Wang Changling

The snow-capped mountains are covered with long clouds in Qinghai,

The lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.

The yellow sand will wear the golden armor in a hundred battles,

The Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.

Guan Shan Yue

Li Bai

The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.

The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.

The Han Dynasty descended to the Baideng Road, and the Hu took a peek at the Qinghai Bay.

The land was conquered, but no one returned.

The garrison guests looked at the border towns, thinking about returning home with many sad faces.

The tall building is like this night, and I have no time to sigh.

Six songs (choose one)

Li Bai

In May, it snows in the mountains, but there are no flowers, only cold.

I heard broken willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery.

Watch the battle at dawn with the golden drum, sleep with the jade saddle in your arms at night.

I am willing to put my sword down from my waist to kill Loulan.

Looking at Ji Gate

Zu Yong

As soon as Yantai looked at it, the guests were frightened, and the drums and drums were noisy in the Han general's camp.

The cold light of thousands of miles creates snow, and the dawn on three sides stirs up dangerous signals.

The beacon fire on the battlefield is connected with the moon, and the clouds and mountains on the seaside embrace Jicheng.

Although the young man is not a pen official, he still wants to ask for a long tassel in terms of merit.

Nine poems for going out of the fortress (choose one)

Du Fu

When you draw your bow, you should use your strength, and when you use arrows, you should use your length.

To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first.

There is a limit to killing people, and all countries have their own borders.

If you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more people?

Juncheng Early Autumn

Yan Wu

Last night the autumn wind entered Hanguan,

The moon was full on the west mountain beside the shuo clouds.

More urging the flying generals to chase the arrogant captives,

Don’t send horses back on the battlefield.

Listen to the flute in Shouxiang City at night

Li Yi

The sand in front of Huile Peak is like snow,

The moon outside Shouxiang City is like frost .

I don’t know where to play the reed pipe.

I conscripted people all night long to see their hometown.

Second Song of Sai (Two Songs)

Lu Lun

The grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night.

I looked for the white feather in plain sight, but it was missing among the stone edges.

The wild geese fly high in the dark moon, and the Chanyu escapes in the night.

In order to drive Qingqi away, heavy snow covered the bow and knife.

Conscripting people's grievances

Liu Zhongyong

Every year the Jinhe River returns to Yuguan,

Chasing horses and saber rings.

The white snow returns to the green tomb in the third spring,

The thousands of miles of Yellow River surrounds the Black Mountains.

Yanmen Prefect Xing

Li He

Dark clouds were pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and the light of armor opened towards the golden scales of the sun.

The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, filled with rouge and the night is purple.

A half-rolled red flag stands near the Yishui River, but the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard.

Report your favor on the golden platform, and guide the Jade Dragon to die for you.

Longxi Journey

Chen Tao

Swore to sweep away the Xiongnu regardless of his own safety,

Five thousand mink brocades mourned the loss of Hu Chen.

The poor bones by the Wuding River,

are like those in a spring boudoir dream.

Ji Hai years old

Cao Song

Zeguo Jiangshan enters the war map,

How can the people live in peace and happiness in Qiao Su?

Don’t talk about the matter of making a marquis.

One general can make thousands of bones wither.