A classic poem describing the desert

The classic poem describing the desert is as follows:

1, there are green waves in the desert spring breeze, and the people on the sand side are in the ancient city. The elders in the Central Plains should be very disappointed, but they haven't seen many visitors from Yanling.

2. The desert is dusty in four dimensions, and the lonely city is covered with firewood. Spring grass rises from the east wind every year, so it is better for cattle and sheep to return.

3, the evil wind in the desert stung the dragon, and Kyushu was extremely charming. The central plains is a riverside, and it is good for idle people to wash their fronts.

4. Wancheng is drunk in the sky, and the lonely minister dares to be in the south. The desert is windy and dusty, and autumn is thin. When is Changping's son?

5, the sea of thousands of smoke meets ash, and a lonely cloud comes out of the emperor's hometown. I don't know if the bonfire is close to the bear's ear, but it smells good.

6, the yellow sand is hundreds of battles, and the autumn clouds are full of old buildings. Every year, the desert wind blows away, and only Jiangdong Guanzhong cares.

7. Jade Kansai is looking forward to autumn and feeling lonely. Han is a bird outside, and smoke breaks through thousands of miles. The saddle carved at night is cold and warm, and the grass is flat and sad at the end of the year. Where is the most annoying place to move? The lonely Mao shop leans against the Yan building.

8. Yellow sand and wild water are endless and covered by the ancients. The mountains and rivers in the southern dynasties moved closer to dawn, and the scholars in the central plains sent home in autumn. The wind blows against the sound of war horns, and the moon shadows are idle. What can the general win? There is Yin Huan in the sea of big elm tree.

9. There are birds in the northwest, and heaven remains our neighbourhood. Pingsha is white day and night, and the clouds are not deep.

10, where soldiers are used in the west, there are jackals on the north bank. If all ethnic groups can't levy, they should worship the Tang Dynasty.

1 1, riding a bike wants to ask around, belonging to the country. Pengpeng also floated out of Korea, and the geese heading north also flew into the sky. The vast desert is lonely, and the Yellow River sets the yen. When I arrived at the small pass, I met a spy waiting for the knight and told me that Dou Hu was in Yan.