Antique atmospheric poems reflecting battlefields, mountains and rivers and beautiful women. (original)

Drunk lying on the battlefield, you don't laugh, there have been several wars in ancient times. Sneak under your feet and shine on your head. If the waist is flowing, you will smell the bright moon (dāng). Refers to the root of onion, with dani in its mouth. Chinese odyssey with thin steps. Soft, skin solidified, neck like a salamander, teeth like a rhinoceros, a cicada's head like an eyebrow, you are smiling and expecting.

Then I will be furious, kill vilen mercilessly and abandon him.

If you can't get out, you won't go back, and the plain is suddenly far away;

With a long sword and a A Qin bow, my head left my heart and I was not punished;

Sincerity is brave and martial, and it will be unstoppable in the end;

The body is dead, the spirit is spirit, and the soul is a ghost.

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.

Bright moon in Qin dynasty, bright moon in Han dynasty.

The Long March hasn't come back yet.

But Dragon City will fly in,

Don't teach Huma to climb the Yinshan Mountain.

In the dark forest, the grass was suddenly blown by the wind, and the wind was rustling. The general thought that the beast was coming and immediately pulled out the arrow.

Dawn went to look for the arrow, which had gone deep into the edge of the stone.

That's all I can think of. You can Baidu it!