Poems about the country and the people

Worrying about the country and the people is as follows:

1, Tang Wang Changling's "Join the Army"

There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

After hundreds of battles, we can imagine the hardships and tragic battles, and we can also imagine a series of heroic sacrifices in this long time. However, although the armor is worn out.

The soldiers' ambition to serve the country has not been tempered, but has become more determined in the tempering of desert sand. "Never break Loulan, never return it" is the heroic oath of a battle-hardened soldier!

2. Tang, "Thirteen Songs and the Fifth Song of Nanyuan"

Why didn't the great man take weapons to collect the fifty States of the mountain? Please go to see the paintings of the founder heroes with pictures. Another scholar was once called the aristocrat of a million families?

Facing the raging fire and war, the poet Li He was so anxious that he couldn't wait to go to the battlefield to defend his country. It's a pity that he is a scholar and could have learned to be an official, but this road to entry was ruthlessly blocked by the feudal ethics of "avoiding his father and taboo", leaving him no chance to display his talents, let alone defend his country on the battlefield.

3. Tang Du Fu's "Spring Hope"

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

The mountains and rivers remain the same, but the capital has fallen and the city has been destroyed by war. The grass is overgrown with weeds and the trees are barren. I remember how prosperous the spring in Chang 'an was, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, the sheep were flying, the smoke and willows were bright, and the tourists lingered, but that scene has disappeared today.

4. The former Song of Jing Ke.

The wind blows in Shui Han, and the strong men are gone forever. Explore the tiger's den, enter the dumpling palace, face upwards and exhale into Bai Hong.

Zhuan Xu stabbed the king of Wu, but he died and succeeded. Jing Ke stabbed the king of Qin, but he died without fruit. However, we have long forgotten Zhuan Zhu, and we are all praising Jing Ke. Shigu is far from success or failure, but we miss Jing Ke more because of this little poem. The poet created both poetry and himself. It belongs to Jing Ke and all those who have made selfless contributions to the country.