Poetry about the frontier

Liangzhou Ci (Tang) luminous glass wine, if you want to drink pipa, you should urge it immediately. Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times. An ancient war went up the mountain on a bright day, we scanned the war torch in the sky, and at yellow dusk we watered our horses in the river on the border. The dark wind blew bursts of sounds, like the pipa of a princess in the Han Dynasty, full of hidden grievances. Camp in Wan Li without battlements until the thick sky joins the vast desert in the snow. The sorrowful Hu Yanyan flew through the air, and HUS soldiers were all in tears. It is said that Yumenguan has blocked the road, so the soldiers can only follow the general around. Every year we bury our bones in the desert and watch Pu Tao enter the Han family. From the army to Wang Changling, Qinghai, where the clouds are long and the snow mountains are dark, the lonely city looks at Yumenguan. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned. Guan Shanyue Li Bai Mingyue rises from the mountains in the sky, in the infinite haze of the 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. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away. Six songs (choose one) Li Bai may Tianshan snow, no flowers, only cold. Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality. The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night. I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country. Wang Jimen, Zuyong Yantai, shocked, drums blaring, Han people will camp. Snow covered the cold, cold brightness, and the frontier light shone on the flag. The fire on the battlefield, Hu Yue's mountains and clouds stand on the sea like the Great Wall. Although young people don't like joining the army, I want to learn to volunteer for academic fame. Nine poems before going out (choose one). Du Fu takes bows as strength and arrows as length. Shooters should shoot horses, and leaders should catch their leaders. There is a limit to killing people, and all countries have national boundaries. As long as we can stop the enemy's invasion, is it possible to fight and kill more people? Last night, the autumn wind entered the Han Pass, and the moon was full and the western hills were near the new moon. Repeatedly ordered brave soldiers to chase the enemy and not let a horse escape from the battlefield. One night, I heard the flute on the wall of Shouxiang. Before Yi Li returned to Yuefeng, the sand was like snow, and the moon outside the city was like frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night. Lu Lun, it's dark in the Woods, and the general tries to shoot at night. Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone. That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. People complained that Liu's Jinhe recovered Yutong, Ma policy and knife circle in North Korea. In the late spring when it snows heavily, the Great Wall, a journey across the Yellow River and around Montenegro. Li He, the satrap of Yanmen, crushed the city with dark clouds, and the light spread to the sun. In autumn, the horn sounded all over the sky, and the rouge stopped the night purple. The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy. I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death. Chen Tao vowed to sweep the Huns regardless of health, and 5,000 minks mourned Chen Hu. Poor bones by the river, I am still a dream girl. Cao Songze's country entered the war map at the age of six, and the people had no plans to be happy. Please don't mention anything about Hou Feng, how many lives will be sacrificed for a person's success!