That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.
I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.
Li Bai's Xia Sai Qu
The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass.
Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality.
The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night.
I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country.
Farewell to Song of the Wheel Tower by Feng, the General of the Western Expedition.
"The horn of the wheel platform blows in the night, and the flag of the wheel platform descends in the north of the wheel platform." .
Feather book crossed the furrow last night, where, west of the Golden Mountain, the Chief Tatar had stopped moving.
From the observation deck, we can see dust and black smoke, and the China army is encamped north of the Lunta.
Admiral Lu Bing marched westward, and the whistle began to sound at dawn.
The drums are like thunder, and the three armies shout and play strings in the mountains.
The enemy camp is grim and ferocious, and the bones still hold the roots.
Jianhe is windy and cloudy, and the horseshoe breaks on the cold boulder at the sand mouth line.
Wang Qinzheng, the son of Xiang, vowed to serve the country in order to calm the border jam.
Since ancient times, the history of history has always been there, and today's generals are better than the ancients.