1, 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.
2. Xin Qiji's "Breaking the Array, Giving Argument to Chen Tongfu".
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!
3. Li Bai's "Nanling children don't go to Beijing".
When I came back from the mountain, the liquor was maturing, and the yellow chicken grew fat in the autumn of grain. Calling the boys to stew yellow chicken for me, the children shouted my cotton cloth with a smile.
Qing Qing Shuang sang drunk to comfort, drunk dancing won the glory in autumn and dusk. The king of great powers struggled for a long time and rushed to the ground to catch up.
4. Huang Chao's The Last Happiness.
Waiting for the autumn of the eighth day of the ninth lunar month, the blooming chrysanthemums are in full bloom, the fragrance of Chang 'an is fragrant, the city is bathed in fragrant chrysanthemums-Italy, and the land is golden chrysanthemums.
Huang Chao is the only person who is heroic in writing chrysanthemums. Quidditch's fool looked down on poor Zhu Maichen, and now I have left my hometown to go to Chang 'an and go to Qin in the west.
I went out with a big smile. How can I be a person who has lived in the wild for a long time?
5. The Wall of Prison by Tan Sitong.
Desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang, he endured death and treated Dugan for a while. My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.
6. Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong Furious Rush to the Crown".
Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy! Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing. When do courtiers hate their guts!
Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain.
Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.
7. Liu Yuxi's Poems in Autumn: One.
Since ancient times, I feel sad and lonely every autumn. I think autumn is more than spring. There is no one in the clear sky in Wan Li, and a crane, Ling Yunfei, has aroused my meditation on the blue sky.
8. Su Shi's "Jiangchengzi Mizhou Hunting".
I've been talking about juvenile madness, pulling yellow on the left, holding pale on the right, wearing a gold hat and mink fur, riding a thousand troops to roll flat hills.
In order to repay the people of the whole city for following my generous hunting proposal, I will shoot this tiger myself like Sun Quan. I drank wine, my mind was broadened, my courage was more heroic, and my sideburns were slightly white. Why not?
When will the emperor send someone down, like Emperor Han sent Feng Tang to the cloud to pardon Shang Wei? I will make my strength as full as the full moon, full as the full moon, heading northwest and shooting at the team in West Xia Jun.
9. Zhang Xiaoxiang's "The Song of Six States".
Looking at the long Huaihe River, the traffic is surging, and there is a Ma Pingchuan. The dust is dark, the frost is thick and the sound is quiet. The dark needle solidifies. Recalling the past, near the sky, inhuman; In our sight, string songs and land are also fishy. Waterproof felt country, under the setting sun, cattle and sheep flock together, and the area is vertical and horizontal. People were surprised to see the famous Wang Xiao hunting, riding a fire to make clear pictures, beating drums and wailing.
Read the arrow at the waist, the sword in the box, empty the cockroach, how can it be realized! Time is easy to lose, but when you are strong inside, your age will be zero. The mysterious Beijing God. Dry feather Fang Huaiyuan, quiet and quiet, died. Crown makes, flock, if it is love! It is said that the old friends in the Central Plains always look south and are beautiful in jade. Make pedestrians here, loyal and angry, with tears.
10, Cao Cao's "Although the Turtle is Longevity".
Although the tortoise has a long life, it still has its time. A poisonous snake flew in the fog and was finally covered with dust. The old horse lurks, aiming at a thousand miles.
The martyrs were full of courage in their later years. The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish grace can last forever.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.