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.
Just to return the king, sword and death.
The enemy troops rolled in like dark clouds,
Want to destroy the wall; Because our army is strict, the sun shines on the armor and the golden light flashes. In autumn, the loud bugles shake the earth; At night, the soldiers' blood coagulated into dark purple. The red flag is half-rolled, and reinforcements rush to Xiao; The night is frosty and the drums are gloomy. Just to repay the king's kindness, he held a sword and died.
Li Ping's Quotations: Li He in Tang Dynasty
Wu Si, Shu and Zhang Tong are in high autumn, and the empty mountains are not flowing.
Jiang Yue wept for Motome's sadness, while Ping Li was playing China.
Kunshan jade broken Fengming, hibiscus crying, Xianglan laughing.
The cold light melts in front of the twelve gates, and the twenty-three silk moves the purple emperor.
Nu Wa makes up the sky by refining stones, and the stones break the ground to stir up the autumn rain.
Dream into the holy mountain to teach the gods, and the old fish dance with the waves.
Wu Mian leans against the laurel tree, showing his feet and flying obliquely to wet cold rabbits.
The old lady picked jade songs in Tang Dynasty: Li He
Pick jade, pick jade, and make a lewd step.
I'm worried about the hungry dragon. Blue Creek is not innocent.
The rain eats seeds at night, and the cuckoo is full of blood and tears.
The water of the blue stream hates strangers, and the stream is hated for thousands of years.
The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring.
The village is cold and white, missing the baby, and hanging grass on the ancient stone platform.
Zhong Xing in the South Tianshan Mountains: Li He in Tang Dynasty
Autumn is crisp, the autumn wind is white, and the pond is full of water and insects.
Roots are moss rocks on the mountain, and cold red tears are charming.
In September, the rice fork is deserted, and the firefly flies at a low angle.
Stone veins and flowing springs drip sand, and ghost lights are picturesque.
Li He, the Fifth Song of Thirteen Poems of Southern Courtyard in Tang Dynasty
Why didn't the great man take weapons to collect the fifty States of the mountain?
Please go to see the paintings of the founder heroes with pictures. Another scholar was once called the aristocrat of a million families?
The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. Don't be a golden brain. Let's go for a walk in autumn.
From "Twenty-three Horses Poems" by Tang Lihe. The frontier desert is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. When can I gallop in the desert wearing a golden cage and show my majestic posture? Metaphorically, poets are like horses, but no one appreciates them.
The wind and rain are whistling on the sloping mountain cypress, and the rope is hanging at the foot of the spring.