Liangzhou Ci——Wang Han. The luminous cup of grape wine reminds you immediately if you want to drink Pipa. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times.
Li Qi, a soldier in ancient times. During the day, I climbed the mountain to watch the beacon fire, and at dusk, I drank my horse by crossing the river. Pedestrians are fighting in the wind and the sand is dark, and the princess Pipa is full of resentments. There is no castle for thousands of miles while camping, and rain and snow fall all over the desert. Hu Yan flew away every night crying, Hu Er shed tears. If you hear that the jade gate is still covered, you should throw your life away. Every year the bones of the war are buried outside, and it is rare to see grapes entering the Han family.
Joining the Army——Wang Changling. Qinghai is covered with long clouds and dark snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks out over Yumen Pass. Yellow sand can wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
Guan Shanyue——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 descended on the white road, and the Hu peered into the Qinghai Bay. The origin of the battle was that no one returned. The garrisonmen looked at the border towns with sad faces as they thought about returning home. The tall building is like this night, sighing is not enough.
Six songs (choose one) - Li Bai. In May, there is snow in the mountains, no flowers, only cold. I hear broken willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery. Fight with the golden drum at dawn, sleep with the jade saddle in your arms at night. I am willing to put my sword down from my waist to kill Loulan.
Looking at Jimen - Ancestor Yong. The visitors at Yantai were frightened when they saw it, and there was a loud noise of drums and drums making the camp of the Han generals noisy. Thousands of miles of cold light creates snow, and the dawn on three sides stirs up dangerous signals. The beacon fire on the battlefield is connected with the moon, and the clouds and mountains on the seaside embrace Jicheng. Although the young man is not a pen-throwing official, he still wants to ask for a long tassel in terms of merit.
Nine poems written before leaving the fortress (choose one) - Du Fu. The bow should be drawn with a strong draw, and the arrow should be drawn with a long one. To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first. There is also a limit to killing people, and all countries have their own borders. If you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more people?
Early Autumn in Military City - Yan Wu. Last night the autumn wind entered Hanguan, and the moon filled the western mountains beside the new moon. He even urged the flying generals to pursue the arrogant captives, but did not send horses back on the battlefield.
Listening to the flute in Shouxiang City at night - Li Yi. The sand in front of Huile Peak is like snow, and the moon outside the city is like frost. I don't know where to play the reed pipe, and I have to march all night to see my hometown.
The next song - Lu Lun. The dark grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night. I looked for Bai Yu in peacetime, but it was missing in the stone. The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and the Chanyu escapes in the night. When I want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers my bow and sword.