Tang Censhen
Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven.
On the night of the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower and the valley, and the valley was full of broken stones like pecking wood.
Down, forward, with the wind. Although the grass is gray and the Tatar horse is plump,
To the west of Jinshan, smoke is everywhere. General of China Army, start your battle! .
Wear your armor all night and let your soldiers March with rumbling weapons! ,
And the sharp wind tip cuts the face like a knife. Sweat like snow on horseback,
Freeze a five-flowered coin pattern, you come from the challenge of the camp, and the ink bottle from the ice.
It has cooled the heart of the barbarian leader, and you will no longer need a real battle! ,
We are waiting for the news of victory in Xiguan! .
Song of Wheel Tower Farewell to General Feng of the Western Expedition
Tang Censhen
"The horn of the wheel platform blows in the night, and the flag of the wheel platform descends in the north of the wheel platform." .
The military book was sent overnight, but Khan had invaded the west of Jinshan.
From the observation deck, we can see dust and black smoke, and the China army is encamped north of the Lunta.
Admiral Lu Bing marched westward, and the whistle began to sound at dawn.
The drums are like thunder, and the three armies shout and play strings in the mountains.
The enemy camp is grim and ferocious, and the bones still hold the roots.
The river is cold and snowy with goose feathers, and the sand mouth is cold and the water chestnut is off.
Wang Qinzheng, the son of Xiang, vowed to serve the country in order to calm the border jam.
Since ancient times, the history of history has always been there, and today's generals are better than the ancients.
Six songs under the plug
Lipper
The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass.
Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality.
The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night.
I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country.
When the heavenly soldiers go to the Great Northern Wilderness, they will drink flax in the south.
It is a great honor to walk from one battlefield to another.
Holding Xue Hai rice, blowing sand to sleep.
Why not break the moon and lift the pillow again?
Ma Rufeng, whip the bridge.
Bend the bow to bid farewell to the moon, insert feathers and break the arrogance of the sky.
The array disappears, and the sea fog disappears.
When he successfully drew Lin Ting, he was unique to Huopiao Yao.
White horse Kinsey, clouds of sand around the dream.
This is a sad festival, and I remember the distant border town.
In autumn, the window of fireflies is full, and the moon frost is late.
Destroy the leaves of plane trees and the branches of Xiao Sa begonia.
I never saw you, and I didn't know myself until I burst into tears.
Sailu takes advantage of autumn, and the heavenly soldiers leave the Han family.
The generals are divided into tigers and bamboos, and the soldiers are divided into Wolongsha.
The moon is shadowed by the bow, and the frost blows the sword flowers.
Jade can't get in, and young women don't grow up.
The bonfire moves the desert and shines on the clouds in the spring.
Emperor Xian of Han raised his sword and called General Li.
The soldiers are angry in the sky, and the drums are at the bottom.
With courage, the devil's breath will be clean in the first world war.
Bold poems, especially those of Xin Qiji and Fan Zhongyan.
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. Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to turn over the Great Wall, and the enemy is on the battlefield in autumn.
Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It's a pity that the king won fame both before and after his death.
(Xin Qiji's "Broken Array". "Give Zhuang Ci to Chen Ji")
Yujiaao
Song Fan Zhongyan
The scenery in Qiu Lai is different, and Hengyang Goose is unknown. Around, the sound of the horn sounded, thousands of miles away, and the long smoke closed. A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home, but Ran Yan didn't return to his home, and frost grew all over the place. People don't sleep, and the general has white hair and tears.