Write a soldier's poem

Poems about soldiers are as follows:

1, "Join the Army": Wang Changling, the dark snow mountain of Qinghai Changyun, Yumenguan in the lonely city. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

2. Liangzhou Ci: William Wang, a luminous glass of wine, wants to drink pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are drunk on the battlefield. How many people fought in ancient times?

3. The Fisherman's Pride Qiu Si: Fan Zhongyan, although the scenery in Qiu Lai is peculiar, the Hengyang geese left inadvertently. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan hasn't come home yet. Qiang tube covered with frost, people do not sleep. The general was white-haired and in tears.

4, "Yanmen Taishouxing": Li He, the dark clouds are pressing the city to destroy, and the armor is scattered. In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night. The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy. I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death.

5. The Head of the Two Embankments: Wang Changling, the bright moon in Qin Dynasty, the amorous feelings in Han Dynasty, the characters in the Long March. If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.

6. "The broken battle sent a strong word to Chen Tongfu": Xin Qiji, drunk watching the sword, dreaming back to blow the horn. Give the roast beef to the men and the band will play northern songs. This is a military parade 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!

Write soldiers' poems

"Man Jiang Hong": Yue Fei, angry and rushing to the crown, leaning against the bar and raining. 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 is ashamed, but it is still snowing. 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.

Bai Xuege bid farewell to Wu Gui, a field official: the north wind rolled white grass, and eight In the snow crossed the Tatar sky. 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 desert freezes over/kloc-0.000 feet, with a crack, and the sky is full of darkness and melancholy. 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. I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.