Poetry questioning

"Hanging the Ancient Battlefield" by Tang Lihua

Vast! The flat sand is vast, no one is seen, the river is entangled, and the mountains are in dispute. It's gloomy and the wind is sad. The grass withered and it was freezing in the morning. Birds can't fly, animals will die. The owner of the museum said, "This ancient battlefield is also. Always answer the three armed forces, often crying in ghosts, and it is cloudy. "

Sad! Qin Yu? Han Han? Will modern times be awkward? I heard that Fu Qi, Wei Yi, and Wan are around and exposed every year. Grazing sand and grass in the morning and crossing the river with ice at night; The land is vast and endless, and I don't know the way back. Who sued the moon+the right of blessing? Returning from Qin and Han dynasties, suffering from many problems and four; Zhongzhou is exhausted, and there is nothing in the world. In ancient times, Xia Rong did not resist Julian Waghann. Cultural and educational failure, military attache with strange; Indiana Jones is different from benevolence and righteousness, and Wang Dao is pedantic.

Alas! I think the north wind vibrates the desert, and Hu Bing waits for it. The Lord will be arrogant and the enemy will attack. Raise the wild flag and train the Sichuan team. The focus of the law is terrible, and the prestige is humble. The sharp shovel pierced the bone and scared the sand in the face. The subject and object are fighting each other, and the mountains and rivers are dazzling. Sound analysis of rivers, potential collapse of lightning.

If the poor yin congeals, the cape is cold; Snow has no shin, but hard ice is in the beard. Birds of prey rest in their nests, sign horses and wander, but if they are not warm, they will fall and their skin will crack. When this bitter cold, the Japanese puppet is strong, with the murderous look of the tomb. Cut off the trench and cross the foot soldiers; A new captain and general were wiped out. Bodies are all over the port shore, and the Great Wall Cave is full of blood. Nothing expensive and nothing cheap, we are both skeletons, how can we win! The drums are exhausted, and the arrows are exhausted. When the blade is folded, the two armies are sad and want to die. If you drop it, you will ruin your life; The war is over, and the bones are full of gravel. Birds are silent, mountains are silent, and there is no wind in the long night. The soul is heavy in the sky, and ghosts and gods gather. The sun is cold and the grass is short, and the moonlight is bitter and frosty. It's sad, isn't it

I heard: Zhao died for grazing, breaking, and driving thousands of miles to escape the Huns. The Han Dynasty did everything in the world, and Dan Li became rich. It's the same for anyone. How many? Cycle after cycle, north to Taiyuan, north of the city, the whole division is still there. Here's to policy. Idle around. Mumudi, between the monarch and the minister. Qin rises from the Great Wall, but the sea is a barrier, poisoning people, and Wan Li. Although the Han people attacked the Xiongnu, it was difficult to make up for it.

Who has no parents? Support and support, but I am afraid that I will not live long. Who doesn't have a brother or something? Who has no husband and wife, like a guest and like a friend? What's wrong with being alive What's wrong with killing people? If it exists, it is not known to the family. People may have something to say, but they are skeptical. A trickle ("scoop" instead of "beech") mind, sleep, sleep. Cloth gushed out and cried all over the world. The world is sad, and the vegetation is sad. What spirit can we rely on before the mourning ceremony? There will be unlucky years and people will be displaced. Whoo-hoo! When was your life? Since ancient times. Do nothing and stay in Sisi Lee.