What are the poems that describe the desolate scenery outside the Great Wall?

"Jade Butterfly·The autumn wind saddens separation"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wen Tingyun

The autumn wind saddens separation,

When the traveler has not returned.

The grass outside the Great Wall fades first,

The geese south of the Yangtze River arrive late.

The hibiscus has withered and tender face,

The willow has lost its new eyebrows.

Shaking down makes people sad,

Who knows about heartbreak.

"Liangzhou Ci"

Era: Tang Dynasty Author: Wang Han

In the middle of Qin Dynasty, the flowers and birds are in decline, and the wind and sand outside the Great Wall are still cold.

Listening to Hujia folding willow trees at night reminds people of Chang'an.

"The Proud Fisherman: Thoughts on Autumn"

Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan

The scenery is different when autumn comes under the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds are heard from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke sets, the sun sets, and the lonely city closes.

A cup of dirty wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but Yan Ran has no plan to return home. The Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people can't sleep, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears.

"The Envoy to the Fortress"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei

The bicycle wanted to ask about the side, but the country he belonged to was in Yan.

Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian.

The solitary smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.

Whenever Xiao Guan is waiting to ride, he will always protect Yan Ran.

"One of Two Poems from Liangzhou"

Tang Dynasty: Wang Zhihuan

Far above the Yellow River, among the white clouds, there is an isolated city called Wanren Mountain.

Why should the Qiang flute blame the willows? The spring breeze does not pass through Yumen Pass.

"The Journey of the Grand Administrator of Yanmen"

Tang Dynasty: Li He

Black clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it, and the armor's light opens towards the golden scales of the sun. (Towards the sun, one piece: towards the moon)

The sound of horns fills the autumn sky, stuffed with bird's fat and condensed into purple at night. (The first work on the plug: plug the soil)

Half a red flag is facing the Yi River, and the frost is heavy and the cold drum can't make a sound.

Report your favor on the golden stage, support the Jade Dragon and die for you!

"Moon over Guanshan"

Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of ??clouds.

The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.

The Han Dynasty descended to the Baideng Road, and the Hu took a peek at the Qinghai Bay.

The land was conquered, but no one returned.

The garrison guests looked at the border towns, thinking about returning home with many sad faces. (Wang Bian Yi, Part 1: Looking at the Colors at the Bian)

The tall buildings are like this at night, and I can’t even sigh.

By the seaside, the flat sand is vast and yellow. ?

The wind roared on the September night in Luntai, and the gravel in the river was as big as a bucket, and the stones were scattered all over the ground in the wind. ?

The Xiongnu grass is yellow and the horse is fat, smoke and dust are seen flying in the west of Jinshan, and the Han generals are marching west. ?

The generals don’t take off their golden armor at night, and the troops are fighting against each other in the middle of the night. The limelight is like a knife cutting through the face. ?

The horse hair is covered with snow and sweat is steaming, the five-flowered money is swirled into ice, and the grass and inkstone in the curtain are condensed. ?

The captive cavalry should be frightened when they hear this. Unexpectedly, they do not dare to meet the enemy at short range. The charioteer Ximen stands still to show off his victory.

"Listening to the Flute in Shouxiang City at Night"

Tang Dynasty: Li Yi

The sand in front of Huile Peak is like snow, and the moon outside Shouxiang City is like frost. (Hui Le Feng? First work: Hui Le Feng)

I don’t know where to play the reed pipe, and all the people were sent to their hometowns overnight.