1. Yearning for the Past in Niannujiao Chibi
Song Dynasty: Su Shi
river of no return, a romantic figure through the ages.
to the west of the old base, humanity is the Red Cliff in Zhou Lang, the Three Kingdoms.
Rocks go through the air, and the waves beat on the shore, rolling up thousands of piles of snow.
the landscape is picturesque, and there are many heroes at one time.
Back in Gong Jin, Xiao Qiao was married for the first time, and she was magnificent.
the feather fan's black silk scarf, while talking and laughing, vanished into smoke.
I wander in my old country, and I am passionate about Ying Xiao Wo, so I was born early.
life is like a dream, and one statue is still on the moon.
translation: The mighty river flows eastward, and the surging waves wash away all the heroes of the ages. To the west of the old camp, people say that it is the Red Cliff where Zhou Yu fought fiercely in the Three Kingdoms. The steep stone wall rises to the sky, and the stormy waves like thunder beat against the river bank, and the waves aroused seem to roll up thousands of piles of snow.
The majestic mountains and rivers are picturesque, and how many heroes have emerged at one time. Looking back at Zhou Yu's spring breeze, Xiao Qiao, a peerless beauty, just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit.
The hand-cranked feather fan wore a nylon scarf, and during the conversation, the warship of the strong enemy burned to ashes. Today, I wander in the battlefield of that year, laughing at my sentimentality and premature birth of white hair. Life is like a dream, and sprinkle a glass of wine to pay homage to the bright moon on the river.
2.
Song Dynasty: Xin Qiji
drunk, looking at the sword, dreaming of blowing horns. Give the roast beef to the men, and the band plays the northern song. This is a parade on the battlefield in autumn.
Lu, who is made of horses, is flying fast, and his bow is like a thunderbolt. It is a good idea for the emperor to accomplish the great cause of recovering the lost territory of the country, and to achieve a good reputation from generation to generation. Poor hair has become a white - haired man!
In my drunken dream, I lit an oil lamp and watched the sword. In my dream, I went back to all the camps of that year and sounded the horn one after another. Distribute the roast beef to the subordinates, and the band will play songs from northern Xinjiang. This is the autumn parade on the battlefield.
The war horse runs as fast as Luma, and the bow and arrow are like thunder. (I) am bent on completing the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country for the monarch and gaining a good reputation handed down from generation to generation. Poor has become a white-haired man!
3.
Tang Dynasty: Wang Changling
During the Qin Dynasty, the moon was closed in the Han Dynasty, but the people of the Long March were not returned.
But make the Dragon City fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.
Translation: It is still the bright moon and border pass in Qin and Han Dynasties. Up to now, how many soldiers Wan Li went to war and never returned. If Wei Qing, the flying general of Liuzhou, is still here today, he will not let the enemy's hands tread the Yinshan Mountain.
4.
Tang Dynasty: Cen Can
look how swift to the snowy sea races Running-Horse River!, and sand, up from the desert, flies yellow into heaven. ?
this Ninth-month night is blowing cold at Wheel Tower, and valleys, fill with the broken boulders like peck measures and that downward, headlong, follow the wind. ?
in spite of grey grasses, Tartar horses are plump, west of the Hill of Gold, smoke and dust gather and o General of the Chinese troops, start your campaign!. ?
keep your iron armour on all night long, send your soldiers forward with a clattering of weapons! and while the sharp wind's point cuts the face like a knife. ?
and snowy sweat steams on the horses' backs, freezing a pattern of five-flower coins and your challenge from camp, from an inkstand of ice. ?
has chilled the barbarian chieftain's heart, you will have no more need of an actual battle! and we await the news of victory, here at the western pass!.
Don't you see it? The vast Zoumachuan is close to the edge of Xue Hai, and the boundless yellow sand connects the sky. In September, the wind howled on the wheel platform all night, and the rubble everywhere was as big as a bucket, and the wind blew the bucket full of stones. At this time, the Xiongnu grass was lush and the horses were fat, and the smoke and dust invaded the west of Jinshan. The generals of the Han family led their troops to the west.
The general kept his armor on at night, and his spears collided with each other in the middle of the night, and the cold wind blew on his face like a knife. The horse's hair was covered with snowflakes and sweaty, and the five-flowered horse's body suddenly became ice, and the ink and ink written in the camp curtain also froze. When the enemy heard that the army was going out, he was frightened. It was expected that he wouldn't dare to fight hand to hand with us, so I waited for the good news at the west gate of the car engineer.
5. an old war-song
Tang Dynasty: Li Qi
through the bright day up the mountain, we scan the sky for a war-torch, at yellow dusk we water our horses in the boundaryriver.
and when the throb of watch-drums hangs in the sandy wind, we hear the guitar of the Chinese Princess telling her endless woe.
three thousand miles without a town, nothing but camps, till the heavy sky joins the wide desert in snow.
with their plaintive calls, barbarian wildgeese fly from night to night, and children of the Tartars have many tears to shed.
but we hear that the Jade Pass is still under siege, and soon we stake our lives upon our light warchariots.
each year we bury in the desert bones unnumbered, seeing Pu Tao enter the Han family.
during the day, climb the mountain to observe the beacon tower for alarm, and at dusk, lead the horse to drink water near the Jiaohe River. The dim wind and sand came with the sound of fighting, just like the princess pipa of Han Dynasty was full of bitterness. The wilderness is foggy, and there are no battlements in Wan Li. Rain and snow are hanging over the boundless desert.
The wailing Hu Yan flies through the air at night, and all the Hu soldiers are in tears. It is said that Yumenguan has been blocked from returning home, so the soldiers have to follow the general and run hard. The bones that died every year were buried in the wilderness, and only the grapes from the western regions were sent to the Han family.