Drunk in the dream of watching the sword under the oil lamp, dreaming back to the old days of the military camp, a horn sounded. 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!
Reasons for liking:
Because the whole poem is well written, it pushes patriotism, loyalty to the monarch and a person's lofty aspirations to the apex, and the sentence falls down at once. In the sharp contrast between dream and reality, it gives vent to a cavity of grief and indignation that is hard to be rewarded.
Although there is no pain of battlefield fighting in the past, there is fierce battlefield fighting. The conclusion expresses the author's grief and indignation, and reflects the author's lofty aspirations and resentment.
The whole poem expresses the author's thoughts and feelings that he wants to kill the enemy and serve the country, but he is old and advanced.
Maybe I admire this sad poem, haha!