The bright morning star disappeared in the sky.
The source of light sinks into boundless chaos and darkness.
This magnificent palace is falling down.
Just like this world.
The vast ruins extend in all directions under your feet.
Distant glory has been buried under the soil.
Abandoned in this land
fearless fighter
But fell on the battlefield.
The wonderful piano sound has been silenced.
The strings are broken and the joy is gone.
The war resumed.
The clang of spears.
Horrible killing and crying.
Still ringing in my ears
Where is the hero?
The world is full of bloody killings.
Author: Cen Can
The north wind swept across the earth and messed up Pennisetum, and the weather in August will be covered with heavy snow.
Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in blossom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin.
The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.
The vast sea dried up, thousands of feet ice, dark clouds bleak, Wan Li condensed.
In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag.
Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
Then he disappeared around the corner, leaving only hoofprint.
Xin Qiji's
Although drunk, we lit a lamp to see the scenery.
When awake, we heard the sound of horns from one tent to another.
Give the roast beef to your people.
Fifty strings turn, the great wall is born outside.
Soldiers on the battlefield in autumn
Lu Feifei, it's made of horses.
Bow like a bolt from the blue
The great task of trying to replace the country cost the emperor his position.
Have a reputation passed down from generation to generation.
But alas! White hair is growing!
War is a violent act of forcing the enemy to obey our will (clausewitz)
The war starts when you want, but it won't end when you like (Machiavelli)
Anyone, including a coward, can start a war, but the winner agrees to end it (Lauste)
● Gold is also used in war (Ovid)
● War seems to mean blood and iron (quintilian)
The premise of war is that belligerence is the only virtue and peace is the only shame-(Bernard Shaw)
● Where there is a country, there is war (Burke)
● Founding a country is not a dream, but it will eventually resort to blood and iron. (stone) according to
A country will be at peace only in times of war (Hugh kingsmill)
● War is the entertainment of emperors (Britain)
● For those who need war, war is just; For those who have lost all hope, war is reasonable (Levi)
War is only open to those who need it (Burke)
● A just war can arouse the sacred power of love in a noble country, which has been confirmed by countless touching examples (Treitschke)
● The more help you get, the less help you lose.
Peace without justice is tyranny (Britain)
The torn veil (anti-war poetry)
-Because it's called greed and rape.
You can't hide it forever!
Both ends of the black-and-white cycle
Gray pounded the scales.
It is said that it is a hotbed of rest.
All the sisters are dead.
The tune stopped because of the robe sleeve.
The boy in robe sleeve calls his father every day.
More people stand up fundamentally.
Collect a leaf
Farewell to mother
The stone horse fell on the grass,
The memory of a cripple stepping on the battlefield,
Many crickets are singing.
Nest in its sideburns every night.
Rusty sword
Hanging in the glass cabinet of the museum,
It is said that it is for people to see.
This is priceless.
The boy is writing on the old glass.
Saw his old friend swallows fly by.
"Swallow swallow, you tell me.
Paper window grilles in the former residence
Why are you wearing a new yarn? "
Give me some sunny days.
Author: Huo Jialu
Peach blossom slice
You have to give me some sunny days.
Don't let my peach blossom drift away.
Those soldiers who attacked at night in the long night in the northwest
It is easy to break through the thin market of peaches.
I was playing in the city that night.
Hiding behind a core, listening to Ma Si in an empty city.
Those white castles call for the wind to leave.
Peach knows nothing about war but fate.
The wind is blowing all over the floor, reading classics one by one, and being happy.
Silence after cold is called beautiful misfortune.
Those powder ytterbium in the sun can't stop flashing and shouting.
My lips are like withered petals this season.
I avoided the sun because my peach blossoms didn't go ashore.
Beside the fingertip
Yingchun tablets
Those bright yellow branches
Growing up in the dust raised by horseshoes
I rode a fast horse across the street.
My city is a boudoir full of flowers.
The flower leaning on the bed reading is me.
In that man's eyes, it is day and night.
His eyes can't see the stars.
I built a constellation on my stomach to build his narrow pond.
Dare not take root, for fear of hurting the water.
The water flowing into the palm print twists and turns, floating with the flame of spring.
Flame can't fit into the bag of this life.
Curtains must carry my flame and the drifting west wind.
I went up the mountain with yellow.
The soil it occupies just places the third button.
Fingertip weakness
Fingertips of the snow, my fingertips are forced back.
Yellow is an impossible distance.
Phoenix feathers have been flying for a whole season.
My northern white hair is like frost.
Along the loess, dripping from the mouth of Phoenix is the end of time.
Nowadays, thin horses are like walls.
Flowers bloom all over the world.
That yellow is wandering.