Poetry about the west

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.

Song of the fortress

Wang Changling

The withered mulberry trees sing cicadas, and the intersection of Xiaoguan in August is crisp in autumn. After leaving the frontier, the climate turned cold and it was full of yellow reeds.

Heroes are coming to you, and the ice is old and dusty. Learn to boast about brave rangers and horses.

Song of the plug

Wang Changling

Horses lead horses to drink across the river, the wind is biting, and the autumn wind is like a sword. The sunset on the vast battlefield has not yet fallen, and I saw Lintao County in the distance in the dark.

The Great Wall once fought a fierce battle, saying that the frontier soldiers were in high spirits. Since ancient times, there have been sandstorms, bones everywhere and weeds everywhere.

Wang Changling, the song of the plug.

The withered mulberry trees sing cicadas, and the intersection of Xiaoguan in August is crisp in autumn. Through the gate and back, along the way, nothing but yellow reeds and grass.

Heroes come to you and the ice, and they bury their lives in the dust. Learn to boast about brave rangers and horses.

Out of the Fortress, Wang Zhihuan

The Yellow River is getting farther and farther away, because it flows in the middle of the Yellow River, and Yumenguan is located on a lonely mountain.

Why use the elegy of willow to complain about the delay of spring, old Yumenguan, a spring breeze is not blowing!

Listening to the flute on the fortress is of high quality.

The snow is clean, the horses are eating grass in Hu days, and the Qiangdi Building is in the moonlight.

Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight!

Lulun, the song of plug.

That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night.

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.