Poetry describing murder

Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold. In autumn, the horn is ringing all over the sky, and the night is purple and fat.

Gold wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but loulan is not returned.

Looking at the sword when I was drunk, I dreamed that I blew the horn, camped for 800 miles, was burned under my command, and fifty strings turned over the Great Wall, and the soldiers were approaching autumn. The horse made Luffy run fast and bow like a thunderbolt, but the king's affairs in the world were forgotten, and he won fame before and after his death. What a pity!

Young, who is the enemy of the eternal hero? Cao Liu, have a baby like Sun Zhongmou.

Eat Land Rover meat when hungry, laugh, and drink Hun blood when thirsty.

Bodies are all over the harbor, and blood is buried in the Great Wall Cave.

They only died for their country to solve the battlefield. Why did they still wear boots when they died?

Bow like a full moon, look northwest and shoot Sirius.

I smiled at the sky from the horizontal knife, leaving my courage and courage behind.

The desert is foggy, and the red flag is half rolled out of Yuanmen. In order to repay Tuguhun who was captured alive, the former army fought at night in Taohe River.

But make Longcheng fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.

The yellow city is full of ancient times, and the bones are messy.

Fuck, Angkor was caught by rhinoceros armour, and the car was wrong.

Cover the sun, the enemy is like a cloud, and the arrow falls.

Yu Ling array in line, left easy right blade injury;

Two rounds of smashing four horses, supporting jade and drumming;

Right time and right place, I will be angry and kill vilen;

If you can't get out, you won't go back, and the plain is suddenly far away;

With a long sword and a A Qin bow, my head left my heart and I was not punished;

Sincerity is brave and martial, and it will be unstoppable in the end;

The body is dead, the spirit is spirit, and the soul is a ghost. (Qu Yuan's Nine Songs)

Kill people like grass, and play with Meng. Make a determined effort to go to Hangu and join the army to go to Lintao. All-powerful battlefield, Xiongnu do stormy waves. Returning made me intoxicated and refused to worship the grass. Ashamed to enter the fairy room, Artemisia is hidden in the wilderness.

I went to Taiwan to recruit old employees and used hundreds of banners to cut Yamaraja.

You can refer to the poems of Yue Fei and other bold poets, and Li He and other frontier poets are good at describing war scenes.

In addition, Li Bai also wrote many poems specially for songs, describing the scenes of war and the suffering of the people.

Welcome to correct me if there is a mistake in my hand ~