Year: Song Author: Xin Qiji
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded.
Eight hundred miles of moxibustion, fifty strings of external sound.
Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder.
Despite the king's world affairs, he won a name before he died.
Poor hair has become a white-haired man!
Yue Feiman Jiang Hong
Yue Fei in the Southern Song Dynasty
Angry, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky!
Ding Yang > No one has a problem with this song. ...
wen tianxiang
When hard work comes,
There are few stars around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the clouds are surging.
Life experiences ups and downs.
Fear. The beach says fear,
Sigh in the ocean.
People who have never died since ancient times,
Take the heart of Dan and follow history.
Join the army (Wang Changling)
1
The bonfire is in the west of the city 100 feet, and you sit alone in the sea breeze and autumn at dusk.
Even if you play Guan Shanyue, you don't have to worry about Wan Li, the golden couple.
2
The new sound of pipa dance is always the old love.
If you don't listen enough, the autumn moon shines on the Great Wall.
three
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan.
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
four
The dust in the desert is dim,
The red flag rolled out of Yuanmen.
The former army fought the Taohe River at night,
It is reported that he was captured alive.
Batavia on Yanmenguan Line
Li he
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.