Women carrying arrows in the Han Dynasty refer to women. From "Six Ironies 3", it means that in the war, women dressed as men, carrying bows and arrows and quiver, took part in the battle with a brave attitude of wearing men's clothes.
The poem written by Li He in his work "Six Ironies" depicts the scene of a woman carrying a Han pawn, while the women of the Arrow and Bear clan vividly describe the women's equipment and costumes. Li He is a representative figure in the turning period of poetic style in the middle and late Tang Dynasty. His poems have various themes, and lamenting the untimely birth and inner pain and distress are common themes in his poems.
Original text:
Tang's "Six Musts"
Spring is in the world, and the account is warm and fragrant. Fly to the red, boast to the bridal chamber. Dance carpet mud gold snake, tung bamboo flower bed. In spring, the eyes are drunk, and the powder tears are yellow. The prince got off his horse and sang Yuanyang in the swamp. I don't know if the sausage car will turn, but I will patrol nine parties in one night. The cold wind blows the new moon, and the sand shakes the Qin wood. Dance shadows chasing the sky, draw drums and clear festivals. Shu Shu Qiu's letter is broken, and the black water swallows the waves. Charming souls return from the air, and dead places hang in the countryside. Horse dust, halberd. Heaven teaches flax to fight, and Xiaoyun is bloody.
Women carry Han pawn, women carry arrows. Don't be ashamed of the heavy golden seal, but stumble. I am an old man in Yaoxiang, and I tried Feng Feng last night. Who can divide the black powder? Qingmen opera, horse color even empty. When is the Imperial Palace? It's a jade saddle. Come on, come on, let's sit down and cook mutton. A thousand dollars can't cook a meal. A good meal is a shame. I wonder who is old enough to wear a sword. Under the white cover of the western hills, Xian Jun is cold and rustling.
Xiao Ju is cold and dew, like a sad fan. Autumn is cool through the Han temple, and the team cries to death.
I have no words, so I can't see you entering the empty palace. The waist is broken and the gray butterfly is loose. Butterflies fly to the powder table, and willows sweep blowing sheng Road. Hanging at home for ten days, there is no rotten grass in September. Tune the song and blow the air, the white fish in the cup pool is small. The water banquet is broken, and the Ke Ling reflects the green cover. (Mi Feng) Pear blossoms are everywhere, and the spring is faint, whizzing by. Only sadness and pain can lead to failure. Caressing the old is only a mystery, and Nanshan sits in sorrow.