Poet: Cao Zhi
Time: Wei and Jin Dynasties
Genre: Yuefu
Text: The white horse is decorated with gold.
Excuse me, who is the family? You are a ranger.
Young people go to towns and raise their voices in the desert.
I used to have a good bow, but my arrows were uneven.
If the string is controlled to break the left, the right hair will destroy the moon branch.
Raise your hand to catch flies and bend down to lay horseshoes.
Smarter than monkeys and apes, as brave as leopards.
There are many policemen in the border town, and the number of Land Rover has also moved.
Feathers come from the north, and horses climb the embankment.
The dragon drove to the Huns, and the left was Xianbei.
Give up your life on the blade, and your life will be safe?
Parents don't care, how can you talk about children and wives?
A famous person is a strong person, and he can't be selfish.
Forget the national disaster at the risk of life, and suddenly feel life and death. I want to know why my Jinse has fifty strings, and each string has a youthful interval.
Zhuangzi daydreaming, a saint, was bewitched by butterflies, and cuckoo crowed in the imperial spring.
Mermaids shed pearl-like tears on the moon-green sea, and the blue fields breathed their jade to the sun.
A moment that should last forever has come and gone before I know it.
The broken man gave Chen Tongfu powerful words to send.
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. Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to turn over the Great Wall, and the enemy is 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!
Yongyule Jingkou Gu Bei Pavilion Nostalgia
Xin Qiji
It is difficult to find a hero like Sun Quan after the history of the country. The dance floor was still there, but the heroes had already gone with the passage of time. The setting sun shines on the grassland covered with grass and trees. People say that this was once the place where Emperor Wu of Song lived. Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground!
However, Li Liu Yi Long, the son of Liu Wang Yilong, was a great success and made a swift northern expedition. Instead, he made the Northern Wei Emperor Wu Tuoba fly south and returned to the north bank of the Yangtze River, which was severely hit by his opponent. I have been back to the south for forty-three years, and I still remember the war scenes in Yangzhou. Looking back, there was a crow club drum under the beaver temple. Who can ask: Lian Po is too old to eat?
Jiangchengzi Mizhou Hunting
Su Shi
I am a teenager. Draw yellow on the left, hold pale on the right, wear mink and fur in brocade hats, and ride thousands of horses to level the hills. In order to repay the people of the whole city for following my generous hunting proposal, I will shoot this tiger myself like Sun Quan.
The wine is full and the box is still open. Why not put some cream on your temples? When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei? I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun.
Man Jiang Hong
Yue Fei
Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.
Guan Shanyue
Lipper
A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast 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.
join the army
Wang Changling
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
Ju Chi Shou
Cao Cao
Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has its time.
The snake rides the fog and eventually turns to dust.
The old horse lurks, aiming at a thousand miles.
The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
Surplus and contraction periods are not just in the sky.
Blessings that nourish grace can last forever.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
Shufen
Lu you
When I was a child, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains looked like a mountain. It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.
Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded. Real name first, who is better than one thousand years!
No clouds.
Xia Wanchun
Three years as an anti-Qing soldier, defeated and imprisoned.
The infinite beauty of the mountains and rivers, tears streaming down her face, who dares to say that the sky is high and broad?
I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown.
On the day when the ghost man and soul are waiting to return, the spirit wants to see their homeland.
Wang yue
Du Fu
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Out of Qilu, green peaks can still be seen.
The magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Caiyun lave? My mind is free and easy, and birds fly around in front of my nervous eyes ..
Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.