"Out of the Fortress" by Changling, King of the Tang Dynasty. The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the Pass of the Han Dynasty, the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain.
"Out of the Fortress" by Tang Wang Zhihuan Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city on Wanren Mountain. Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.
"Joining the Army" by Changling, King of the Tang Dynasty. Qinghai has long clouds and dark snow-capped mountains, and the isolated city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. Yellow sand can wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
"Liangzhou Ci" Tang Wanghan's luminous cup of grape wine, urge you to drink pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times.
"Listen to the Flute Playing on the Fortress" by Tang Gaoshi. The snow is clear and Hu Tian is returning to herd horses. The moon is bright and the Qiang flute is played in the building. May I ask where the plum blossoms fall? The wind blew all over the mountain all night!
"The Second Song of the Song Dynasty" Tang Lulun The grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night. I looked for the white feather in plain sight, but it was missing among the stone edges.
"Song Xia Song·Part 2" Tang Wang Changling drank his horse across the autumn water, the water was cold and the wind was like a knife. The sun has not gone down on Pingsha, and I can see Lintao dimly. In the old days of the Great Wall Battle, Xian Yan was in high spirits. The yellow dust is enough for the present and the past, and the white bones are a mess of wormwood.
"Song Xia Song·Part 3" Tang Lulun The black geese fly high in the moon, and the Chanyu escapes at night. When I want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers my bow and sword.
"Song under the Forbidden City Part 1" Changling, King of the Tang Dynasty. The cicadas sing in the empty mulberry forest, and the road is Xiaoguan in August. Going out of the plug and back into the plug again, there are yellow reeds everywhere. We have always been friends and guests, but we all grow old in the battlefield. Don't imitate the knight-errant and praise Ziliu modestly.
"The Envoy to the Fortress" by Wang Wei of the Tang Dynasty. When he was riding a bicycle, he wanted to ask about the border. Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian. The desert is solitary and the smoke is straight, the sun is setting over the long river. When Xiao Guan is waiting to ride, he will always protect Yan Ran.
Joining the Army March by Wang Changling The snow-capped mountains are covered by long clouds in Qinghai, and the isolated city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. Yellow sand can wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
Guan Shan Yue Li Bai The bright moon rises out of the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds. The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass. The Han descended on the white road, and the Hu peered into the Qinghai Bay. The origin of the battle was that no one returned. The garrisonmen looked at the border towns with sad faces as they thought about returning home. The tall building is like this night, sighing is not enough.
At the age of Jihai, Cao Song and his country entered the war, how could the people live in peace and harmony with Qiao Su? Don't talk about the matter of making a marquis, because one general will make thousands of bones wither.
Early Autumn in Juncheng Yan Wu The autumn wind entered Hanguan last night, and the moon was full beside the new clouds on the Western Mountain. He even urged the flying generals to pursue the arrogant captives, but did not send horses back on the battlefield.
Liangzhou Ci (Tang Dynasty) Wang Han's luminous cup of grape wine reminds you to drink pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times.
Traveling to Longxi, Chen Tao vowed to sweep away the Xiongnu regardless of his own safety, and five thousand mink brocades were lost to Hu Chen. The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir's dream.
Nine poems from the Fortress by Du Fu: When you draw your bow, you should draw strength, and when you use arrows, you should use length. To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first. There is also a limit to killing people, and all countries have their own borders. If you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more people?
Saixiaqu Lu Lun The grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night. I looked for the white feather in plain sight, but it was missing among the stone edges. The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and the Chanyu escapes in the night. When I want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers my bow and sword.
Six songs under the plug by Li Bai In May, it snows in the mountains, but there are no flowers, only cold. I hear broken willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery. Fight with the golden drum at dawn, sleep with the jade saddle in your arms at night. I am willing to put my sword down from my waist to kill Loulan.
Looking at Jimen, Ancestor's Ode: As soon as Yantai looked at the guests, they were frightened, and the noise of drums and drums made the Han general's camp noisy. Thousands of miles of cold light creates snow, and the dawn on three sides stirs up dangerous signals. The beacon fire on the battlefield is connected with the moon, and the clouds and mountains on the seaside embrace Jicheng. Although the young man is not a pen-throwing official, he still wants to ask for a long tassel in terms of merit.
Li He, the prefect of Yanmen. Black clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and the light of armor opens towards the golden scales of the sun. The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, filled with rouge and the night purple. A half-rolled red flag stands near the Yishui River, but the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard. I will report to you on the golden platform and support the jade dragon to die for you.
Listening to the flute in Shouxiang City at night Li Yi The sand in front of Huile Peak is like snow, and the moon outside Shouxiang City is like frost. I don't know where to play the reed pipe, and I have to march all night to see my hometown.
The Complaints of the Expedition Liu Zhongyong Every year the Jinhe River returns to the Jade Pass, and the horses and saber rings are used in court. In the third spring, the white snow returns to the green tombs, and the thousands of miles of Yellow River circles the Black Mountains.