What are the modern and ancient poems about war?

Make it immediately

Qi Jiguang

Drive north and south to report the love of the Lord, laughing with lace and grass all his life

Three hundred and sixty days a year It's the Hengge horse marching

A sense of night in the army

Zhang Jiayu (the hero of the late Ming Dynasty who resisted the Qing Dynasty)

The bleak sky and the desolate west wind and the cold moon on the battlefield

The heroic deed of shrouded corpses and horse leather finally caused Han Linxiang to die

Sent out to fight against the Manchu barbarians from Guazhou to Jinling

Zheng Chenggong

Xinsu Linjiang vowed to destroy Hu's army and devour Wu with a hundred thousand soldiers

Watch the natural chasm and throw a whip across it. If you don't believe that the Central Plains is not surnamed Zhu

Red Cliff

Du Mu

The broken halberd sinks into the sand, but the iron is not sold

I will recognize my former dynasty

Dongfeng will not be with Zhou Lang

Tongquechun is locked in two Qiao

Yu Jia Ao

Fan Zhongyan

The scenery in autumn is unique. Hengyang geese left without paying attention. Sounds echoed from all sides. Thousands of miles. The long smoke sets and the lone city closes.

A glass of wine can make a difference. Yan Ran has no plan to return. Qiang Guan is covered with frost all over the ground. People can't sleep. The general's white hair and husband's tears

Bai Xuege sends Judge Wu back to the capital

Author: Cen Shen

The north wind blows and the white grass breaks on the ground, Hu Tian will fly in August Snow.

Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed.

The pearl curtains are scattered and wet, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.

The general's horns and bows cannot be controlled, and the guards' iron coats are cold and cold.

The vast sea is covered with thousands of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.

The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for returning guests, as well as playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes.

Dusk snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the wind blows and the red flag remains frozen.

I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow.

You can’t be seen on the mountain winding road, but there is a place for horses to walk in the sky above the snow