Waiting for September 8 of the lunar autumn,
Blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in the fragrance of chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is like golden chrysanthemums.
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When the Double Ninth Festival comes in autumn and September, chrysanthemums will bloom and other flowers will wither. The blooming chrysanthemums are dazzling and the fragrance permeates Chang 'an. The whole city is bathed in fragrant chrysanthemums, and there are golden chrysanthemums like armor everywhere.
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As a four-line poem by Huang Chao, the leader of the peasant uprising army in the late Tang Dynasty, this poem has an extraordinary style, which fully exposes Huang Chao's hidden ambitions and expectations for the future. This poem is magnificent and magnificent, and it has a faint sense of murder when read, and it wants to break through the body and go straight into the sky. The poem "Golden Flower in the City" and his other poem "On Chrysanthemum" have become popular words at present.
2. Chivalrous Li Bai (Tang)
The swordsmen of Zhao are dotted with tassels at will, and their swords are as bright as Shuang Shuang. The silver saddle and the white horse set each other off and galloped.
Within ten steps, kill one person, cross a thousand miles, leave no one behind. After you finish, brush off your clothes, don't show any sound, and hide in the depths.
Sometimes when I'm free, I walk through the county town, have a drink, and cross my sword over my knees. Eat meat with the sea and drink with Hou Ying in a big bowl.
Three cups of spit, five mountains are light. After drinking, my eyes were dizzy and energetic, and the rainbow was swallowed up by the air.
When Zhao was captured, the soldiers and civilians in the city were frightened. Qian Qiu two strong men, now river daliang city.
As a knight, the death of chivalrous bone is also fragrant, and it is worthy of being a hero. Who can close the book, Bai Shoutai Xuan Jing.
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Zhao's chivalrous hat is dotted casually, but his sword is as bright as frost and snow. The silver saddle and the white horse set each other off, flying like a whispering meteor. Within ten steps, kill one person, cross a thousand miles, leave no one behind. After that, I brushed my clothes and left, anonymously, without revealing a word. Sometimes when I have nothing to do, I just take a walk in Xinling County, have a drink, take off my sword and cross my knees. Eat large pieces of meat with Zhu Hai and drink in a big bowl with Hou Ying. After three drinks, a promise is worth a thousand dollars, and loyalty is more important than five mountains. After drinking, my eyes were dim, my ears were burning, and I was full of energy and swallowed the rainbow. Zhu Hai killed the general with a golden mallet and stole the bugle to save Zhao, which greatly shocked the soldiers and civilians in Handan. Zhu Hai and Hou Ying, two strong men, are famous in Daliangcheng. As a chivalrous man, even if he dies, he will remain fragrant. He is worth being a hero all his life. Who can learn from Yang Xiong, a Confucian scholar, who has closed the book all his life, turned white and is still writing Xuan Jing?
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The heroic and free-spirited murder in this poem touched Mr. Jin Yong, a martial arts master who is keen on pleasure and sees the real chapter in the sword. It is said that Mr. Jin Yong's martial arts novel "Chivalrous Man" was inspired by this short poem of more than twenty lines. In the poem, "Ten steps to kill one person, a thousand miles to stay. I brushed my clothes and hid in my name. " Let countless men and women in the world of mortals be obsessed with the martial arts dreams hidden in their hearts. The unique aura of the powerful Wulin master in the poem, the mysterious and long-lost flying skill on the grass, and the humblest bow are like a water lotus that is not chased by secular fame and fortune.
3, "Give Money to Father" closed (Tang)
Your strength is not free, and it is difficult to recover the twins.
Three thousand guests are drunk, and fourteen States have a sword frost.
The drum horn is exposed to the sky, the air is cool, and the wind and waves move mountains and mountains in autumn.
The southeast will always be Jin Tianzhu, and he envied Wan Huhou at that time.
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If people come with wealth, there is nothing they can do. If a person works hard, his achievements will never stop. A room full of flowers intoxicated countless guests, sweeping 20% and 14% of the States with one sword. Drums and trumpets went straight into the sky, making the atmosphere in the sky cold, and the wind and waves swept through, making the world seem to be in autumn. If old Wan Huhou mastered this southeast land and became the pillar of auspicious phenomena, who would envy him?
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According to legend, Qian Liu, the King of Wu, appreciated Guan Xiu's poem very much. The only dissatisfaction is that the fourteen States in the poem "three thousand guests are drunk, fourteen States are cold with one sword" are not powerful enough to satisfy their inner desire and ambition to dominate the world. So I replied to Guan Xiu, asking him to change fourteen states into forty states and meet again. This move made Guan Xiu, a monk who was not very keen on fame and fortune, very dissatisfied, leaving "it is always difficult to change the word if you don't envy splendor and fear power." Wild cranes in idle clouds have no fixed place, so where can't they fly in the river? "Four words with a bowl gone with the wind.
4. Yanmen satrap Li He (Tang)
Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold.
In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.
The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy.
I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death.
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Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds, trying to destroy the city wall; Because our army is strict, the sun shines on the armor and the golden light flashes. In autumn, the loud bugles shake the earth; At night, the soldiers' blood coagulated into dark purple. The red flag is half-rolled, and reinforcements rush to Xiao; The night is frosty and the drums are gloomy. Just to repay the king's kindness, he held a sword and died.
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Li He's Wild Goose Gate Taishouxing is bold in color and explosive in visual impact. The use of various colors in poetry vividly reproduces the scene of war and its cruel and bloody side. Gao Shi, a Tang Dynasty poet who was as good at dealing with frontier fortress themes as Li He, made the cruel and bloody war more thought-provoking in his Ge Yanxing.
5, "Ge Yanxing" Gao Shi (Tang)
The northeast border of China is shrouded in smoke and dust. In order to repel the barbaric invaders, our generals left their families. Stride forward together, looking like heroes should watch, and received the emperor's most cordial favor.
They walked through the elm pass with the sound of gongs and drums. They waved a row of flags around the stone tablet. Until their captain in Shahai gave the order with feathers, the hunting fire of the Tatar chieftain flashed along the Wolf Mountain.
The highlands and rivers on the outer border were cold and desolate, but soon the barbarians' horses ran wild in the wind and rain. Half of us were killed at the front, but the other half are still alive, and the beautiful girls are still singing and dancing for them at the camp.
In autumn, the desert is full of grass, the sun sets, and there are only a few surviving watchmen by the lonely wall. When you meet your enemy, you will despise him. However, despite what they have done, Elm Street is still not safe.
Still in the front line, the real clothes are thin, and it's time for Bai Weiling to look after his departure. Still in this southern city, the young wife's heart is broken, while the soldiers on the northern border are looking forward to going home in vain.
The wind cut off our progress, and there was nothing ahead in the place of death and blue void. Three times a day, the dark clouds of slaughter rose over the camp. All night, the drums on the hour trembled and gave a cold rumble.
Until the white sword is seen again, spattered with red blood, when death becomes a responsibility, who will stop to think about fame? Seeing the tragic battlefield, today we are named Li, the great general who lived a long time ago.
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Fireworks rose at the border of the Tang Dynasty, and dust rose in the northeast. The generals of the Tang Dynasty left home to break the cruel border thieves. The soldiers were invincible on the battlefield, and the emperor gave them rich rewards. The sound of gongs and drums resounded through the heavy drums, out of Shanhaiguan, and the standard was hunting in Jieshi Mountain. Captain Yu Shu flew over the vast sand sea, Xiongnu Khan held fire hunting, and the light came to my Wolf Mountain. The mountains and rivers are desolate and depressed, and desolate to the soil. The sound of the Hu people cavalry fighting powerful weapons was caught in the wind and rain.
In the first half of my life, the soldiers were defeated, and the beauty was still singing and dancing in the camp! It is late autumn, the grass outside the desert has withered, the lonely city is reflected in the sunset, and fewer and fewer soldiers are fighting. Deeply indebted to the royal family, he often thinks about serving his country and underestimating his enemy. The frontier fortress has tried its best to break the encirclement of Xiongnu. I haven't worked hard in a remote battlefield in armor for a long time. My husband left and cried alone. The young woman lives alone in the south of the city, crying and heartbroken, and the soldiers of the expeditionary force frequently look back in the air in northern Hebei.
The border is foggy and far away. How can you come and go freely? What's more, it is far away and even more uninhabited. Murder, spring, summer and autumn are like dark clouds, and the cold wind sounds even more shocking overnight. Watching each other fly around with blood and dying to serve the country, is it still asking for success? You don't see how miserable it is to fight on the battlefield, and you are still thinking about General Li, who is brave and good at fighting.
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This poem is full of vitality. "Half of our men were killed at the front, but the other half are still alive, and beautiful girls are still dancing and singing for them at the camp." The contrast is particularly profound. Three times a day, the cloud of slaughter rises in the camp, and the drums are shaking all night. It is even more chilly and murderous.