Ancient poems about protecting the home and the country, heroic spirit
Man Jiang Hong
Yue Fei
He was so angry that he rushed to his crown, and the misty rain rested in the dark. He raised his eyes, looked up to the sky and roared, with strong feelings. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and he will be filled with sorrow.
The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed? Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty. Waiting to start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.
This is a famous patriotic poem that has been recited through the ages. It can be said that among ancient Chinese poems, none has such a far-reaching social influence as this poem, and has never had the power to inspire people to kill the enemy and go to the battlefield as much as this poem.
Shi'er
Lu You of the Song Dynasty
After death, I know that everything is in vain, but I am not as sad as Jiuzhou.
Wang Shibei set the Central Plains Day, and he never forgot to tell Nai Weng about family sacrifices.
This poem should be Lu You's last work. When he was dying, he still could not forget the territory and people of the Central Plains occupied by the Jurchen nobles, and eagerly looked forward to the reunification of the motherland. Therefore, he specially wrote this poem as a will to earnestly warn his son. From here we can understand how persistent, deep, warm and sincere the poet's patriotic passion is! No wonder since the Southern Song Dynasty, everyone who has read this poem has been moved by it.
"Yong Yu Le·Nostalgia for the Past in Guting, Bei Jingkou"
Xin Qiji of the Song Dynasty.
Throughout the ages, there is no hero to be found, but Sun Zhong is looking for a place. On the dancing pavilion and singing stage, the wind is always blown away by the wind and the rain. The setting sun, the grass and trees, the ordinary alleys, where the slaves of humanity once lived. I think back then, when we were strong and strong, we could swallow thousands of miles like a tiger.
Yuanjia hastily sealed the wolf in Xu, and won the hasty visit to the north. Forty-three years later, I still remember the beacon fire on Yangzhou Road. But looking back, under the Buddha and Li Temple, there is a sacred crow drum. Who can ask: Lian Po is old, can he still make a living?
Throughout the ages, it will be difficult to find a hero like Sun Quan. The dance pavilions and singing stages of the past are still there, but the heroes have long since disappeared with the passage of time. The setting sun shines on the ordinary alleys covered with grass and trees. People say that this is where Liu Yu once lived. Looking back on those days, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and regained the lost territory!
Two poems about leaving the fortress (Part 1)
Wang Changling of the Tang Dynasty
The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty passed the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.
But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and they don’t teach Hu Ma to cross the Yin Mountains.
"Joining the Army"
Tang Dynasty - Wang Changling
The long clouds in Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains,
The lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.
The yellow sand will wear the golden armor in a hundred battles,
The Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.
"Luntai Song to Send the Feng Dafu to the Western Expedition"
Tang Cen Shen
The trumpet was blown on the first night of Luntai City, and the north tower of Luntai City fell.
Yu Shu passed by Quli last night, and Chanyu was already in Jinshanxi.
Looking to the west of the garrison, the smoke and dust are black, and the Han soldiers are stationed in Luntaibei.
The general marched to the west with his support, and the flute-playing army marched in Pingming.
The snow and the sea surged from all sides, and the three armies shouted for the Yinshan Mountains to move.
The soldiers are so strong that they are still stationed in the clouds, and the bones on the battlefield are entangled with grass roots.
The wind blows fiercely in Jianhe River, and the snowflakes are wide, and the horseshoes fall off due to the frozen rocks in Shakou.
King Yaxiang Qin has endured hardships and vowed to repay his lord for peace in the world.
Who has not been seen in history since ancient times, but today we see the achievements and fame of the ancients.