Wang Changling on the Military March
The snow-capped mountains are covered with long clouds in Qinghai,
The lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.
The yellow sand will wear the golden armor in a hundred battles,
The Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
King Changling came out of the fortress
The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty passed the Han Dynasty,
The people of the long march of thousands of miles have not returned.
But the flying generals of Longcheng are here ,
Don’t teach Huma to cross the Yin Mountains
Chen Tao traveled to Longxi
Swore to wipe out the Xiongnu regardless of his own safety,
Five thousand mink brocades were mourned Hu Chen.
Poor bones by the Wuding River,
Like a person in a boudoir’s dream.
Liangzhou Ci Wang Han
Luminous cup of grape wine,
If you want to drink Pipa, please hurry up.
Drunk on the battlefield, Lord Don’t laugh,
How many people have fought in ancient times.
< p>Join the army to conquer Li Yi in the northAfter the snow in the Tianshan Mountains, the sea is windy and cold,?
The flute is playing everywhere and it is difficult to travel.
Qili recruited three hundred thousand people,
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Looking back for a moment in the middle of the month.
"On the Military March" by Yang Jiong
The beacon light shines on Xijing,
My heart feels uneasy.
Yazhang bids farewell to Fengque,
Iron cavalry circles the Dragon City.
Flag paintings are carved in the snow,
The wind is heavy and the sound of drums is heard.
I would rather be a centurion,
better than a scholar.
Wang Changling of the Song Dynasty under the Fortress
Drinking horses across the autumn water,
< p>The water is cold and the wind is like a knife.The sun has not disappeared on the flat sand,
Seeing Lintao dimly.
The battle of the Great Wall in the past,
Xian Yan's spirit is high.
The Yellow City is full of modern and ancient times,
The white bones are matted with poles.
The river is full of red mountains, their heads are flying in anger, and the rain breaks down where they lean on the railing. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait for the young man's head to turn white, feeling empty and sad. The shame of Jingkang has not yet fallen; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed! Driving a long car through the gap in Helan Mountain. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty. Waiting to clean up the old mountains and rivers from scratch, facing the sky.