In the twenty-sixth year of Kaiyuan, a guest returned from Zhang Gong, the top scholar in the ancient imperial examination, and wrote "Ge Yanxing" as a sign of comfort and preparedness, so it was harmonious.
The northeast border of China is shrouded in smoke and dust. In order to repel the barbaric invaders, our generals left their families.
Stride forward together, looking like heroes should watch, and received the emperor's most cordial favor.
"chuāng" cuts drums with gold, and there are also "Jing" (pèi), "W ē i" (Yí) and "Jie Shi".
Until their captain in Shahai gave the order with feathers, the hunting fire of the Tatar chieftain flashed along the Wolf Mountain.
The highlands and rivers on the outer border were cold and desolate, but soon the barbarians' horses ran wild in the wind and rain.
Half of our soldiers at the front line were killed, but the other half are still alive, and beautiful girls are still singing and dancing for them in the camp!
In the poor autumn of the desert, Fii, a few surviving watchmen by the lonely wall in the sunset.
Serve the just cause and despise life and enemies. However, despite what they have done, Elm Street is still unsafe.
Still in the front line, the armor is thin, and the jade chopsticks (zh) will cry after leaving.
The hearts of young wives who are still in this southern city are broken, and Ji Ji looks back in the northern sky.
The wind cut off our progress, and in the place of death and blue void, there is nothing ahead!
Three times a day, the dark clouds of slaughter rose over the camp. All night, the drums on the hour trembled and gave a cold rumble.
Until the white sword is seen again, spattered with red blood, when death becomes a responsibility, who will stop to think about fame?
However, when it comes to the hardships of desert war, our name today is Li, the great general, who lived a long time ago! ?
In the twenty-sixth year of Emperor Xuanzong of Tang Dynasty, a man who came back from the fortress with the head coach wrote a poem "Ge Yanxing" for me to read. I was deeply impressed by the frontier defense, so I wrote this song Ge Yanxing to meet him.
Fireworks rose at the border of the Tang Dynasty, and dust rose in the northeast.
In the twenty-sixth year of Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty, a man who came back from the cottage with the head coach wrote a poem "Ge Yanxing" for me to read. I was deeply impressed by the frontier defense, so I wrote this song Ge Yanxing to meet him. ?
Fireworks rose at the border of the Tang Dynasty, and dust rose in the northeast. The generals of the Tang Dynasty left home to break the cruel border thieves. ?
Men all over the world have always attached importance to riding a horse with a horizontal knife, and only when the emperor appreciates it can he show his true colors as a hero. ?
Gong resounded through the heavy drums and sounded out of Shanhaiguan. Flag in the wind, hunting in Jieshi Mountain.
A captain urgently sent a feather book and flew over the vast sand sea. Huns are only hunting for fire, so they come to my Wolf Mountain.
The mountains and rivers are desolate and depressed, and desolate to the border soil. There is wind and rain in the sound of the powerful weapons of the Hu people cavalry. ?
The soldiers in the first half of the battle formation died half-dead. Beautiful women are still singing and dancing in the camp!
It's late autumn now, and the grass outside the desert has withered. The lonely city is the reflection of the sunset, and the number of soldiers is getting less and less.
Deeply indebted to the royal family, he often thinks about serving the country and ignoring the enemy. The frontier fortress has tried its best to break the encirclement of Xiongnu. ?
I haven't worn armor to defend a remote battlefield for a long time. Tears fell on her eyes, and her husband left crying alone. ?
The young woman lives alone in the south of the city, crying and heartbroken. The soldiers of Jibei Expeditionary Force frequently turned back in the air. ?
The border is so remote, how can you come and go freely? The land in the distance is boundless and uninhabited.
Killing people is like dark clouds in spring, summer and autumn. Crying all night in the cold wind is even more shocking.
Look at each other, white blades flying around, flying around with blood. Don't die to serve the country, but also seek meritorious service? ?
Don't you see how miserable it is to fight on the battlefield? I still miss the brave and resourceful General Li.
About the author: Gao Shi (700-765 AD)? , Tang Dynasty poet. The word Duff, the word loyalty. Bo (now Cangxian County, Hebei Province) lives in Shangqiu, Henan Province.
Gao Shi was a famous frontier poet in Tang Dynasty, and was also called "Gao Cen" with Cen Can. The brushwork is vigorous and vigorous, full of the unique spirit of the times in the prosperous Tang Dynasty. I am lonely and poor, I love to make friends, I have the style of a ranger, and I have made contributions to my career. In his early years, he traveled to Chang 'an, and later to Jimen and Lulong, seeking ways to enter the body, all of which failed. Before and after this, he lived in the Song Dynasty and made friends with Li Bai and Du Fu. His poems are straightforward and not gorgeous, with seven-character songs as the most distinctive, and he writes more about frontier life, which is as famous as Cen Can, also known as "Gao Cen". ?