One of the
The moon was closed in the Qin Dynasty and the people on the Long March were not returned.
But make the Dragon City fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
Secondly,
After the battle, it was cold in the moonlight.
The sound of iron drums on the city head is still shaking, and the blood of the golden knife in the box is still wet.
2. Xin Qiji's "Broken Array"
When I was drunk, I looked at the sword and dreamed of blowing horns. Give the roast beef to the men, and the band plays the northern song. This is a parade on the battlefield in autumn.
Lu, who is made of horses, is flying fast, and his bow is like a thunderbolt. It is a good idea for the emperor to accomplish the great cause of recovering the lost territory of the country, and to achieve a good reputation from generation to generation. It happened in vain.
3. William Wang's "Liangzhou Ci"
Glowing glass of grape wine. If you want to drink pipa, you should be urged immediately.
You don't laugh when you're drunk in the sand. How many times have you fought in ancient times?
4. Li Yi's on hearing a flute at night from the wall of shouxiang
Before returning to Yuefeng, the sand was like snow, and the moon outside the city was like frost.
I don't know where to play the reed pipe, but I'm looking forward to my hometown all night.
5.
Chen Tao's "Westbound Longxi" swears to sweep the Huns regardless of their health, and 5, minks mourn Hu Chen.
Poor bones by the river without definite boundaries, who are still living in the dream of a spring girl!
6. Du Fu's
Bow should be used for strength and arrow for length. The Shoot shall shoot the horses, and the leaders shall capture their leaders.
Killing people is limited, and countries have their own borders. As long as you can stop the enemy's invasion, is it possible to fight is to kill more people?
7. Gao Shi's Song of Yan
the northeastern border of China was dark with smoke and dust, to repel the savage invaders, our generals, leaving their families.
strode forth together, looking as heroes should look, and having received from the Emperor his most gracious favour.
in they marched to the beat of gong and drum through the Elm Pass, the flag is among the stones.
till their captains over the Sea of Sand were twanging feathered orders, the Tartar chieftain's hunting-fires glimmered along Wolf Mountain.
and heights and rivers were cold and bleak there at the outer border, but soon the barbarians' horses were plunging through wind and rain.
half of our men at the front were killed, but the other half are living, and still at the camp beautiful girls dance for them and sing.
The desert is full of grass in autumn, the few surviving watchers by the lonely wall at sunset.
serving in a good cause, hold life and the foeman lightly, and yet, for all that they have done, Elm Pass is still unsafe.
still at the front, iron armour is worn and battered thin, Yumi should say goodbye.
still in this southern city young wives' hearts are breaking, while soldiers at the northern border vainly look toward home.
it's windy and windy, in a place of death and blue void, with nothingness ahead.
three times a day a cloud of slaughter rises over the camp, and all night long the hour-drums shake their chilly booming.
until white swords can be seen again, spattered with red blood, when death becomes a duty, who stops to think of fame.
yet in speaking of the rigours of warfare on the desert, we name to this day Li, the great General, who lived long ago.
8, Li Bai's
In May, there was snow in Tianshan Mountain, and there were no flowers but cold.
I smell the willow in the flute, but I haven't seen the spring scenery.
follow the golden drum at dawn and hug the jade saddle at night.
I'm willing to cut Loulan with my sword at my waist.
Lu Lun's
One of
high in the faint moonlight, wildgeese are soaring, tartar chieftains are fleeing through the dark.
and we chase them, with horses lightly burdened, and a burden of snow on our bows and our swords.
second
the woods are black and a wind assails the grasses, yet the general tries night archery.
and next morning he finds his white-plumed arrow, pointed deep in the hard rock.
9, Lu Sidao's
The bonfire in Shuofang shines on Ganquan, and Chang 'an will fly out of Qilian.
the jade sword in Xiqu is a good son, and the white horse is a golden boy.
in the twilight, the moon is on the right, and the fish in the dusk is chasing the sage in the left.
In the valley, Shi Hu held an arrow, and on the mountain, the Golden Man once sacrificed to heaven.
once the end of the world is gone, it's infinite, and the thistle door is handed over three times.