1, silently bear, is a brave knight.
2. The mission of the prince is to live happily with the princess; The knight's mission is to protect that happiness and die in battle. The flowers on the other shore are swaying and blooming, shining with the brilliance of knights in the scarlet flame.
On the day when the broken arrow was recast, the knight came back.
4. "No matter how strong the knight is, the ending is often destroyed on the battlefield, and even the knight king can't help falling down. The so-called hero is often just a person who can persist to the end at all costs.
5, the sound of rain at night is annoying, guarding Soxha like a knight in an extremely tough posture.
6. When the Black Knight protected White King and aimed his spear at Nidhogg, everything changed.
7. The prince's mission is to live happily with the princess, and the knight's mission is to protect happiness.
8, a cold glance, life and death, the rider is in a hurry.
9. It is always the knight who guards the princess, but the princess is destined to be with the prince.
10 In fact, the most important man in a princess's life is not a prince, but a knight who has always sheltered her from the wind and rain and never betrayed her.
1 1. The so-called knight can always save the princess because the dragon has never hurt her.
12, Knight, is an idiot who is addicted to fighting for so-called glory, flattering decadent princesses and cooking bloody feasts.
13, I sometimes think that he is like an old knight, nostalgic, suspicious, loyal and cynical, and has a secret impulse to accomplish a certain mission.
14, with these 250 people to perform a task, just like a knight riding a donkey to the battlefield. Even if you hold high your sabre, drink like thunder, and are determined to die for your country, you are not sure that you can enter the enemy's rear. Because the donkey under your crotch will throw off its hoof at any time and take you to the horizon.
15, I am your knight, only guarding your knight, betraying everything, just for you.
2. The poem describing the knight is 1. Feng and Du Xianggong moved to Changxing House and presented it to Yuan Xianggong.
Tang Dynasty: Liu Changqing
In this world, virtuous people are born and slaughtered, and they serve the supreme wholeheartedly. The work in the north is high, and the machine is still pouring into the garden.
Become the shadow of cicada crown, belonging to knight. When you hear about the leak in the Han Palace, you know Du Lingyuan.
Sacrifices are often burned, and leisure is good. The fragrance of flowers drives Xun Ling, and the grass is the king and grandson.
Open the cabinet first when there is land, and no one cleans the door. The Jianghu is difficult to retreat, and the wise master trusts Yuan Yuan.
2. Read "Chen Shi Yi"
Tang Dynasty: Lu Guimeng
When Peng Ke and hate make up, Shu will be lighter than Shu Shan.
Find Huang Zu, the owl knight, and naturally no one will pay homage to Miheng.
3. Give strong words to Chen Tongfu.
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Give the roast beef to the men and the band will play northern songs. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!
4. Join the army. Second.
Tang Dynasty: Li Bai
The battle was broken, the city was surrounded by the enemy, surrounded by the enemy.
Rushed into the camp, shot General Huyan, and led the rest of the soldiers back alone.
5, two songs out of jam
Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.
If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.
The general just stepped into a BMW with a white jade saddle to fight. After the battle, there was only bleak moonlight on the battlefield.
The drums on the wall are still echoing in the wilderness, and the blood on the sword in the sword box is still not dry.
6. Plug
Qing Dynasty: Xu Xilin
Military songs should be sung with broadswords, vowed to destroy Hunu, and went out of Jade Pass.
Only the battlefields where countries die, why do they die in boots?
3. Poetry and songs about chivalry are not knights, and they are no longer proud. Once, I thought I was a brave knight and fearless. To the ends of the earth, a knight's combat knife is enough.
Killing is my belief, warming my beloved combat knives with the blood of the enemy. I love it, my beloved combat knife, and only it can really understand my heart.
It is my eternal spiritual pillar, it is my life and everything to me.
As a knight, I am loyal to my master, and I am loyal to my combat knives. Death, to me, is just a common joke.
Therefore, my combat knives have no dead ends, and my enemies are doomed to have no tomorrow.
The horse hissed, and where the combat knife crossed, blood was stained with the breeze. Stepping through the eternal iron city, only in an instant. Bodies, folded into a Wan Li barrier.
Proud, so I never bow my head, let the blood stain the world of mortals and never give up. For thousands of years, legends about knights. From beginning to end, it was tragic as a song.
It is such a spirit that you don't say victory or defeat. Life and death, without a trace of concern. If you are a knight, you are doomed to have no regrets.
Orders are my direction. The order is my tomorrow. Orders run through my knighthood.
If one day, without orders, I will die alone and disappear into this flashy world.
The sage will say, this is liberation. Struggle, on the verge of death, completely free.
Armed with combat knives, set foot on the battlefield and fight as usual.
Give a long, loud cry
A brave sword flew in.
The galloping horse condensed tears.
arena
Flying gambling full of life
Lifelong heroism
Pour out your vows for love
When you are afraid of invading the world
When atrophy takes up the whole space
In that old coffee house.
You will hear the tinkling of iron.
Look at his anger.
Burn the palace.
The evening of the Middle Ages came.
He ignited the honor.
Calling for a sleeping world
Cheer for the celebration of chivalry
A moment of turning back
See childhood in the wind and rain.
Hold the weak arm gently.
The majestic eyes encouraged him to move forward.
blacksmith
Forging armor for him
Strengthen the blacksmith's faith
fine horse
The flying iron hoof kicked the earth.
The melody shocked the world.
You, wave your spirit and faith.
Give a long, loud cry
A brave sword flew in.
The galloping horse condensed tears.
arena
Flying gambling full of life
Lifelong heroism
Pour out your vows for love
4. The poems describing cavalry are all broken. Send strong words to Chen Tongfu.
Author Xin Qiji, Song Dynasty
Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. Give the roast beef to the men and the band will play northern songs. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. It's in vain.
Translation annotation
In the drunken dream, I lit the oil lamp and looked at the sword. In my dream, I went back to the camp and blew the horn one by one. Distribute roast beef to subordinates, and the band will play northern Xinjiang songs. This is a military parade on the battlefield in autumn.
Horses run like horses, bows and arrows thunder. (a) bent on completing the great cause of recovering the territory for the monarch and gaining a good reputation handed down from generation to generation. Poverty has become a white-haired man!
5. Ask for a poem about chivalry or chivalry. The roar of a knight (a song I left when I was a knight)
Be your knight,
At your window,
Read a poem.
I want you to know,
The illusion in poetry.
If you don't mind,
Please show your smile.
So I can look forward to tomorrow happily,
Face the danger bravely.
The spear has been polished,
Aggression and fear are its thorns.
The horseshoe ran back,
Laugh, sing and stay for you.
Maybe one day, my own blood,
Dip in silver nail.
An unconscious heart,
Stop worrying about you.
If,
You can still see me when I fall,
Please change into the clothes you knitted for me.
Then cover the account in the box.
With snow white,
Put this humiliation,
Cover,
Then forget it.
I stand in front of you bravely and suspiciously, still with a pity heart in my cold armor. My spear and mount give me majesty and show you my cowardice. I stand in front of you romantically and seriously, still telling some sad things in the old way, and my eyes and smile have learned to be tolerant, so that you can see my clumsiness. I love this beautiful world wholeheartedly and listen to the ebb and flow for me. When the sunset left blood on the earth, I found that the world did not love me. The songs of childhood are ringing in my ears. I'm really hurt. It seems that the world is evaporating. The heavy armor of heaven or hell can't protect me. At this time, it becomes a burden. The soul is about to start a war. The first love war, which is destined to die alone, is like a fleeting time. I said goodbye with tears and looked at my companion's blood. I understand why a hero equals a tragedy. There are always people coming and going in the Jianghu. Withered vines smile, and colorful dreams of knights are shattered. I am a messy feather. The earth's crust burst and sank. The battle of black blood and blue light alone is doomed to be lonely. I was wrongly loved by many people. The tears on a person's cheek are as deep as yesterday's autumn. The sword is still lying quietly on my waist. Take it off and fly. The desolate sky is like a dream. I am no longer sad at this moment. Pick up that cold gun. Ding Ding lonely war, destined to be a person with a surging sigh, disappeared in my heart. Why shouldn't know the tenderness but lost on the road of exploration, lost in the boat of this marine life, surging forward in the waves of the long night. What floats in the eyes at the end of the deep darkness is only where your figure has gone, and the deep memory has gone calmly. I am sure that one day in the future, we will love each other until we are sad, cross our hearts again and return to my hands forever. At this moment, only your figure is wandering, and the war has gone and come again. Only knights will always be loyal to you. Even the tenderness of a thousand strands of hair can't bind my heart, dear. I am an unruly knight. The sword at the waist can not only cut off the enemy's head, but also have enough courage to cut off the affection. Even if you are warmer than the harbor, you can't delay my trip, dear. I am a constant knight. The mountain I stepped on cannot be separated from the territory of the motherland, just like the sadness you miss. Dear, I am a knight who competes on the battlefield. I only listen to the horn and choose to go on the road when the dew wets the weeds. The temperature of the air is the same as that of the sword. Women are not allowed to cry in the fog on the road. I've been wearing armor for seven years, and your eyes are shining with flesh and blood. My chest is warm, the amulet has the gentle air on your lips, and I wore a sword last night. Urge me to go on my way in the cool breeze, kill a bright messenger while the sun is still at the foot of Dongshan Mountain, destroy a clean city and leave the sky behind. Your smile and I are burning and flashing in your eyes. There is a temperature amulet in my chest, which keeps the gentle air on your lips and the temperature of your sword last night. Urge me to go on the road while the sun is still at the foot of Dongshan Mountain to destroy a clean city and leave the sky behind. So many smiles at me and you, it may be a bit messy, I'm sorry.
6. Poetry and songs about chivalry are not knights, and they are no longer proud.
Once, I thought I was a brave knight and fearless. To the ends of the earth, a knight's combat knife is enough.
Killing is my belief, warming my beloved combat knives with the blood of the enemy. I love it, my beloved combat knife, and only it can really understand my heart.
It is my eternal spiritual pillar, it is my life and everything to me. As a knight, I am loyal to my master, and I am loyal to my combat knives.
Death, to me, is just a common joke. Therefore, my combat knives have no dead ends, and my enemies are doomed to have no tomorrow.
The horse hissed, and where the combat knife crossed, blood was stained with the breeze. Stepping through the eternal iron city, only in an instant.
Bodies, folded into a Wan Li barrier. Proud, so I never bow my head, let the blood stain the world of mortals and never give up.
For thousands of years, legends about knights. From beginning to end, it was tragic as a song.
It is such a spirit that you don't say victory or defeat. Life and death, without a trace of concern.
If you are a knight, you are doomed to have no regrets. Orders are my direction.
The order is my tomorrow. Orders run through my knighthood.
If one day, without orders, I will die alone and disappear into this flashy world. The sage will say, this is liberation.
Struggle, on the verge of death, completely free. Armed with combat knives, set foot on the battlefield and fight as usual.
Roaring, flying, brave swords, galloping horses will condense tears in the arena, fly, gamble, full of life courage, pour out vows for love, when afraid of invading the world, when shrinking to occupy the whole space, in that ancient coffee house, you will hear tinkling iron collision, watch his anger, burn the palace, when dusk comes, he will light up the honor, call on the sleeping world to cheer for the knight celebration, and turn around. Nianying gently took his weak arm, and his dignified eyes encouraged him to forge armor for him, solidify the blacksmith's belief, cast the galloping iron hoof of a fine horse to play the rhythm of the earth, shake the world, dance your spirit and belief, fly to the sword of the brave, and gallop the horse to gather tears in the arena, fly to gamble for a lifetime, and pour out vows for love.