1, "plug"
His golden arrow had eagle feathers on it, and his embroidered silk flag had a tail like a swallow. A man stood up and gave a new command, and a thousand battalions cheered. In the faint moonlight, wild geese are flying high, the Tatar chieftain runs away in the dark, and we chase them. The burden on horses is light, and there is a layer of snow on our bows and swords. The wild screen held a banquet for Joan, and let the bugles shout our victory! Let's drink and dance in golden armor! Let's thunder on the rivers and mountains with our drums! . Writing a military order purge, first writing a fierce battle, and finally writing a feast to celebrate victory in the army, all poems have the meaning of praising beauty, which is different from those poems describing the hardships of the frontier fortress.
2. "Folding willow"
Nine heavy cities full of flowers and 100,000 green camps. Only the side head, a gaunt little pedestrian. Yang Shen's poem "Sheng An" comments on this poem: this poem whitewashes the peace of Kyoto, while Fitzgerald guards the frontier fortress. According to Yang's evaluation, it is also a comparison, and I don't know what to say.
3. "Tell Li Xiucai four times"
The north wind blows snow over the scar, and it is colder to drink horses in the Great Wall Cave. In the middle of the night, the fire came to know that there was an enemy, and Helan Mountain was protected for a while. When the fire comes, it is a bonfire, and it is extremely bleak to write about the suffering of frontier fortress.
4. Warm Sichuan
Hu feng is frozen in spring, and cattle and horses are warm in groups. There is no end to the expedition beyond the Great Wall, and the household registration is moved to snow every year. The first two sentences are about the great picture of nomadic life, and the last four sentences are about the long years that soldiers spent in the ice and snow. The contrast between the two makes the sergeant from the south feel less like the cattle and horses in the north.
5. Zhenxi
There is no spring on the horizon, only cattle, sheep and horses. Whose camp plays the Qiang flute, which is very unbearable. The poets' songs "On the Frontier" and "Under the Frontier" in the Tang Dynasty describe the hardships of the frontier fortress and the hardships of the sergeant, and they are all dissatisfied.
Step 6 "Hunting"
In the wind, the horn sounded and the general was hunting outside the borehole. The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; The snow and ice melt, and the horseshoe is extraordinarily light. The first four sentences of Wang Wei's poem Hunting were written by Zhang Hu.
7. Listen to the night flute from the wall of Shouxiang.
The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night. The first two sentences first wrote the night scene of the frontier fortress. Suddenly I heard Hu's voice, which caused Wan Li to leave his hometown, so I wanted to go home.
8. Liangzhou Ci
Wine luminous glass, want to drink pipa right away. Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times. This is a frontier fortress poem, but different from other frontier fortress poems, it is not a battlefield with long yellow sand and flying flags, but a rare gathering of soldiers.
9. Wild Goose Gate Taishouhang
Dark clouds crush the city and destroy it, golden light scatters the sun, horns ring all over the sky in autumn, and swallows fill the sky at night. Half a roll of red flag is raining near the water, and first frost is cold, so I can't afford to report to you from the golden platform, and support Yulong to die for you. Li He's Wild Goose Gate is one of the few books set off by a large number of environmental descriptions, especially this depressing environment to set off the soldiers' fighting.
Guan Shanyue 10
The bright moon rises from the mountains in the sky. In the infinite mist of the sea of clouds, the wind blows from thousands of miles away, banging on the battlements of Yumenguan. China marches on Deng Bai Road, while the Tatar army peeps in the blue waters of the bay. Because there is no famous battle in history that has sent all the soldiers back, it is easy to watch the guests, and I think of my hometown with longing eyes and those people who are in the upper house tonight. They are tossing and turning, sighing and unable to rest. The wind from thousands of miles slaps the battlements of Yumenguan, and exaggerates to describe the frontier fortress.