What are the poems describing the desolate scenery beyond the Great Wall?

Jade butterfly is sad in the autumn wind.

Year:? Don? Author:? Wen tingjun

The autumn wind is sad,

When the traveler didn't come back.

Grass beyond the Great Wall decays first,

The geese in the south of the Yangtze River arrived late.

Furong's face is tender,

The willow tree has new eyebrows.

Shake off makes people sad,

Heartbroken. Who knows?

Liangzhou Song

Year:? Don? Author:? William Wang

In the middle of Qin dynasty, flowers and birds had stopped, and the sandstorm outside the Great Wall was still cold.

Listening to Hu family folding willows at night reminds people of Chang 'an.

The pride of Qiu Si fishermen

Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan

The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed.

A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.

Climb to the top

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

Riding a bike to visit the border and passing through Juyan County.

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.

Two Liangzhou Ci Poems (I)

Tang Dynasty: Wang Zhihuan

The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

Yanmen satrap

Tang Dynasty: 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. (working towards the sun: working towards the moon)

In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night. (Before filling: filling)

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.

Guan Shanyue.

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds.

The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass.

At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai.

This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive.

The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad. (Look at the border town: look at the border color)

The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.

"Going to Sichuan to Send a Journey to the West/Ben Ma He Song Farewell to General Feng of the Western Expedition"

Tang Dynasty: Cen Can

Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven. ?

On the night of the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower and the valley, and the valley was full of broken boulders like pecking rice, which went down and forward with the wind. ?

Despite the dust, the Tatar horse fat, the west of the Jinshan Mountain, and the gathering of smoke and dust, Oh, general of China's army, start your campaign! . ?

Wear your armor all night and let your soldiers March with rumbling weapons! And the sharp tip of the wind cuts his face like a knife. ?

The sweat of snow evaporates on horseback, freezing the pattern of five-flowered coins, your challenge from the camp, and the ink bottle from the ice. ?

It has cooled the heart of the barbarian leader, and you will no longer need a real battle! We are waiting for the news of victory in Xiguan! .

Hear the night flute from the wall of the birthday box.

Tang Dynasty: Li Yi

The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost. (back to the music style? Op. 1: Feng)

I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.