The seven-line poem praising modern female soldiers is as follows:
1. "On the Military March" Tang Dynasty: Yang Jiong
The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy.
Yazhang bid farewell to Fengque, and the iron cavalry circled Dragon City.
The snow is dark, the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is heavy with the sound of drums.
It is better to be a centurion than a scholar.
Interpretation:
The flames of war shone on Chang'an, the capital, and injustice arose spontaneously.
After bidding farewell to the palace, the general left with his military talisman in hand; the enemy attacked the city, and the elite cavalry was extremely brave.
The heavy snow fell, and the military flag was eclipsed; the strong wind roared, mixed with the thumping of war drums.
I would rather be a low-level officer and fight for the country than be a white-faced scholar who can only write sentences and find chapters.
2. "Four Poems on a Young Man's Journey. Part 2" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Born as an official in the Han Dynasty, Yu Linlang, he first fought with the hussar in Yuyang.
Who knows how painful it is to go to the side court? Even if you die, you can still smell the fragrance of the chivalrous bones.
Interpretation:
He became Yu Linlang of the Han Dynasty as soon as he joined the army. From the beginning, he followed the general in the fierce battle at Yuyang.
Who knows the pain of not being able to go to the border, even if you die in battle, you still have the fragrance of your chivalrous bones.
3. "Fifteen Years of Military Expeditions/Fifteen Years of Military Expeditions" Han Dynasty: Anonymous
Fifteen years of military expeditions, only to return at eighty.
I met a fellow villager. Who is there at home?
Looking from a distance, it is Jun’s house, with numerous pine and cypress tombs.
The rabbit enters from the dog's sinus, and the pheasant flies from the beam.
The atrium produces the valley, and the well produces the sunflower.
Pulse grain to make rice, and pick sunflowers to make soup.
The soup and rice are cooked for a while, but who knows?
When I went out and looked eastward, my clothes were stained with tears.
Interpretation:
The young man who had just turned fifteen years old went out to fight and did not return until he was eighty years old.
I met a neighbor in the countryside on the road and asked: "Who else is in my family?"
"The place where your home is now is a grave in the pine and cypress forest."< /p>
When I walked to the door of the house, I saw hares coming in and out of the dog hole, and pheasants flying around on the roof.
Wild millet grew in the yard, and wild sunflowers surrounded the well platform.
Use the wild grains from which the shells have been pounded for cooking, and pick the sunflower leaves to make soup.
The soup and rice were ready in a while, but I didn’t know who to give them to.
As I walked out of the door and looked toward the east, tears fell freely on my clothes.