The ancient poems about war are as follows:
1. "Spring Outlook" by Du Fu·Tang Dynasty
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.
Translation: Chang'an fell, the country was shattered, and only the mountains and rivers remained; spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang'an city is lush with vegetation. Feeling sentimental about state affairs, I can't help but burst into tears, and the chirping of birds frightens my heart, which only adds to the sorrow and hatred of separation. The continuous war has lasted for more than half a year. Letters from home are rare, and one letter is worth ten thousand taels of gold. Wrapped in sorrow, I scratched my head and thought. My white hair became shorter and shorter, and I almost couldn't insert the hairpin.
Second, "Breaking the Formation·Composing a poem to Chen Tongfu as a message" Song Dynasty·Xin Qiji
While drunk, he lit up the lamp to watch the sword, and dreamed about the camp where the trumpet was blown. Eight hundred miles away, the people under his command are burning, and the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall. Autumn brings troops to the battlefield. The horse moves very fast, and the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain!
Translation: In a drunken dream, I turned on the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In a trance, I returned to the past, and the horns sounded continuously in various military camps. Distribute the roasted beef to your subordinates and let the musical instruments play majestic military music to boost morale.
This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn. The war horses ran as fast as Luma, and the bows and arrows shook the ears like thunder. I wholeheartedly want to complete the great task of regaining the lost land of the country for the monarch and gain a good reputation that will be passed down from generation to generation. When I woke up from a dream, it was a pity that I had gray hair!
Third, "The Proud Fisherman·Autumn Thoughts" Fan Zhongyan·Song Dynasty
The scenery is strange when autumn comes under the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds ring out from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke sets, the sun sets, and the lonely city closes. A cup of turbid wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home. The Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people can't sleep, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears.
Translation: Autumn is here, and the scenery in the northwest frontier is very different from that in the south of the Yangtze River. The wild geese flew back to Hengyang again, with no intention of stopping at all. At dusk, the horn blew, and the unique sound of wind, horse whistling, Qiang flute and horn echoed from all directions. In the rolling mountains, the sun sets, the smoke rises, and the gate of a lonely city is closed.
Drinking a glass of turbid wine, I can't help but think of my relatives thousands of miles away. The war is not over yet, and my fame has not been established, so I can't make plans to return early. The long sound of the Qiang flute came from the distance. The weather was cold and the ground was covered with frost and snow. It was late at night, and it was difficult for those who were fighting in the field to fall asleep. Both generals and soldiers had gray hair and tears on their clothes.