Poetry on the knife

Sword-chanting poems

Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Hong Xiuquan School: Seven Laws

Holding mountains and rivers for three feet, being at home everywhere * * * drinking.

Catch all the evil spirits and catch them all, and collect the residual rape flowers.

East, west, north, south, the emperor, the sun, the moon and the stars play the song of triumph.

Tigers roar and dragons sing in the world, how safe and happy it is.

Song of Lady Sun's Female Disciple Dancing Dagger

Year: Tang Author: Du Fu Style: Yuefu

A few years ago, there was a beautiful Gongsun who danced her dagger from all directions.

The audience is like a mountain lost between them, and the world moves back and forth with her movements.

So, beautiful as a group of emperors.

She began to be like a thunderbolt, venting its anger and ending the shining calm like rivers and seas.

But those red lips and pearl sleeves disappeared, and no one except this student smelled of her fame.

This beautiful woman from Linying, White God Town, still dances and sings happily.

When we answer each other's questions, we sigh together and feel sad for the changes that have taken place.

There are 8,000 ladies-in-waiting in the harem, but none of them can dance short sword like Mrs. Sun.

Fifty years have passed, like the rotation of a palm, wind and dust filled the world and covered the imperial house.

The children in the pear garden are scattered like smoke, and the female music reflects the cold weather.

The south wood of the golden millet pile has been arched, and I seem to hear the hay rattling on the cliff of Qutang.

At the climax of joy, sadness comes with the rising of the eastern moon, China.

And I, a poor old man, don't know where to go. I must sharpen my feet towards illness and despair on a lonely mountain.

knight-errant

Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao Style: Five Dynasties Ancient

Sharpen a sword in ten years,

Frostblade hasn't tried it yet.

Today, I will show you,

Who is wronged?

Gu Jian (a sword)

Year: Tang Author: Guo Zhen

Didn't you see that Kunwu's gem was refined into a sword, and red flames and purple flames came out from the edge of the sword?

It took craftsmen many years to forge this unique sword named Longquan.

Swordsmanship itself is also very proud, as bright as snow and as cold as frost.

Just like the white lotus in the glass cup, the gold ring on the hilt is the brilliant plating of the sun and the moon.

When this sword was born, there was no war in the world, and good luck was guarded by a gentleman.

The dazzling scabbard is like a swimming green snake, and the pattern on the scabbard is like floating green turtle scales.

Not only the rangers are very precious, but even the British hero has always been particularly fond of love.

Why do you want to say that it has been abandoned in the middle of the past and fell into a desolate ancient prison?

Although being buried in the soil can't play a role, the extraordinary flame formed by its heroic spirit still illuminates the night sky.

Li Dewey's ancient architecture

Year: Tang Author: Bai Juyi School: Ancient Capital of Five Dynasties

This is a cold, dark and faint Gu Jian, which has gone through thousands of years since it was cast.

White sword light can cover the sun and the moon, and purple bullfighting spirit.

A guest wanted to borrow it, but he didn't dare to take it because he loved it.

In the jade, it is clear and bright, as if the eyes are clear and not flowing.

The most precious treasure has its own nature, pure and rigid, and there is no spouse in the world.

Although it can be broken within an inch, it can't make it bend and turn around its fingers.

I hope it can make honest people faster, and it will be used to cut off the head of a traitor.

I don't want it to be used to revenge personal vendetta, killing personal vendetta in the middle of the night.

You must be careful when you use it, and don't let the magic weapon feel ashamed and ashamed of you.

1985 1 1 month 13, I dreamed that my right arm had a small sword eight or nine inches long.

Year: Song Author: Lu You

Teenagers learn the sword and white ape Weng, who has broken the merits of ten years of floating life.

Jade tools depend on h, and they are still poor when they are old.

The head of the bed suddenly felt the dragon roar, and the sky was full of surprises.

This dream was written by the strange king, and the sword is still worth the world.

After returning to Guangxiao Temple in Zhangzhou, there is a tomb that is almost ancient or has a Baoyu sword.

Year: Song Author: Lu You

The sun sets on the side of Zigui city, and no monks in the ancient temple are closed during the day.

The remnant has broken Chailing Valley, and the bamboo well has been abandoned.

Tigers want to compete with others, and apes can break the hearts of visitors.

Alone leaning against the building, scratching short hair, leaving a new topic and hating eight mothers.

Dugu Shengce's word Jinglue River is well written by hand, shooting happily, and fencing is fierce.

Year: Song Author: Lu You

I remember riding a donkey into Guan Shu yesterday, and Qiting greeted me with a smile.

Zhong Qi is too beautiful in China, and the writing is between the pre-Qin and Han Dynasties.

Who is the enemy of the sword? The famous pony has lost his leisure.

Today, I am old and sick. Looking back, I am crying.

Guo Zui painted Guo poems on the bamboo stone wall and thanked them, leaving an ancient bronze sword.

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

Jejunum is full of wine, liver, lungs and teeth are full of bamboo stones.

I feel like I can't go back. I spit on your snow wall.

Good poetry is still easy to draw in this life, and the book wall is long and scolding.

No anger, no scolding, no joy, who is the king in the world.

A pair of bronze swords, two new poems fighting for the swords.

The sword is at the head of the bed and the poem is in hand. I don't know who Long Hou is.

Yao Xiucai loves Xiao Jian's efforts.

Year: Tang Author: Liu Tea Style: Five Dynasties Ancient

An ancient stream of water flows into my palm. When you leave, you will get a gift. Don't take revenge easily.

Xifan Knife Song in Xuanyuan Street is in the North Yard.

Year: Yuan Author: Genre: Ancient Seven Dynasties

Jin Shen and fire and water blend together, forging yin and yang and forming an elite.

On July 7, he was sentenced to a smelter, where he hammered stocks with pliers.

1770 front, high ridge, narrow body, flood edge.

Dragonflies have been in contact for many years, and Ruan's past events have disappeared without a trace.

& lt jaws are soft and flexible, and pure steel in East Afghanistan does not stick.

Hou Xian showed me the western swords which are famous for their ancient and modern swords.

Three points and two cutting edges, first round, sword ridge

Cinnabar is dotted with human blood, and soft gold hooks are carved with green skin.

In the Tang dynasty, the treasure knife boasted about food, which is now called a meal break.

In ten years, the soil was washed loose, grains were born, and the morning market in Rong Wang became an eclipse.

Ping Zhang inherited the gods first, and Zhu Gao Gushi was more curious.

The three important weapons are well-deserved, and Wang Xiang will be assistant minister in the future.

Red hair knife song

Year: Modern Author: Qiu Jin

A flood of autumn water is fine, and I don't know that light is as far as a knife.

I am in Yulong's box, waiting for a thunderstorm.

It is rumored that sharp weapons will make red hair, and it is shameful to eat Cao every day. [ 1]

Blood will dissolve the joints, and decapitation will not begin.

Draw your sword out of its sheath, the sky shakes and the sun, the moon and the stars rise high.

The sea stood loud and the wind showed three inches.

Lu seal rhinoceros is like water cutting dumpling, and the shadow is ghostly.

How many generations have been killed by swords? A bloody skeleton.

Millions of heroes cry at the tip of the knife, while Gankun kills and grabs at the bottom of the wrist.

Hang it on the wall for a while and whistle every night.

Heroic spirit thirsts for blood, like thunder needs wine.

Red hair, red hair, rest your arrogance, your weapon is sincere and profitable.

Self-improvement lies in the absence of people, and it is just a knife.