The prefect of Yanmen wrote down the sentence of Enemy at the Gates, shrouded in war clouds.

The sentence written by the prefect of Yanmen that the enemy of Enemy at the Gates was shrouded in the clouds of war was: Dark clouds pressed the city to destroy it, but the real armor scattered the sun.

I. Poetry

Li he Yan men tai shou hang Tang

Author: Jia Weimin

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 loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.

The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy.

I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death.

Two. notes

1, Dark Cloud: Metaphor of the enemy. Destruction: destruction, destruction.

2. Guang Jia: The light of armor in the sun. Golden scales: describe armor shining like golden scales. On: glow.

3. Horn: the horn sounded by the army.

4, stuffed with Yan Zhi night purple: stuffed with mud at night like rouge condensation, and almost purple. There is purple soil near the Great Wall, so it is called Zisai. Fat swallowing, that is, rouge, is dark red. It says here that under oblique illumination, purple is thicker and the soil is like rouge.

5. Pro: Here we are. Yishui: The name of water is in Yixian County, Hebei Province. During the Warring States Period, Jing Ke stabbed the king of Qin, and Yan Taizi Dan and others sent him to Yishui as a farewell.

6, the sound can not afford: the sound is not big, here described as low drums.

7. Huang Jintai: It is now located in Yixian County, Hebei Province. According to legend, during the Warring States Period, Yan Zhaowang built a platform in the southeast of Yishui, and put thousands of dollars on it to attract talents.

8. Yulong: The name of the sword.

Three. translate

The enemy is like a cloud, and Chengwei seems to be destroyed; The sun shone on the fish-scale armor, glittering with gold.

In autumn, bugles are sounded everywhere, and bugles go straight into the sky; The pollution is like rouge, and the night is like purple.

The cold wind rolled the red flag, and the troops quietly approached Xiao; The thick frost soaked the drum skin and the drum was too low to lift.

In order to repay the reward and love of the monarch, he is willing to fight for him to the death with a sword in his hand!