The first two sentences of the poem are a vivid summary of the friendly exchanges between the Western Han Dynasty court and Wusun nationality. The word "Wang" is very emotional. Wu Sun returned to the west, but he often looked back at Chang 'an, the imperial capital, and could not bear to leave, expressing gratitude and loyalty. "Not Being King" points out that Wusun is obedient and the border is stable. Wusun is a nomadic people living in Ili Valley and a big country in the western countries. According to Hanshu, since Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, the court has been very kind to Wu Sun, and both sides have been answering questions. In order to pacify the western regions and contain the Huns, Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty married twice as a patriarchal daughter and formed a kinship alliance. In the early days (104- 10 1), Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty married Princess Wei Liu, the granddaughter of Chu, and gave birth to four men and two women. His children and grandchildren became kings one after another, and his eldest daughter married Queen Qiuci. Since then, Wusun has maintained peaceful and friendly relations with the Han Dynasty for a long time, which has become an eternal story. Chang Jian first eulogized this history with a poem and a pen. Although there are only a few words, he can always use them less. It is really commendable that he is skilled in using a pen and knows its essence. One or two sentences tell the historical facts and pave the way for the whole poem. Three or four words follow the wind, choppy, flying around, forming * * *. "Tianya" is connected with "going home", Wusun is heading west, and the wheels are full. How can Wan Li, a piece of vast expanse space, be vaguely understood from this sentence? The word "static" is particularly powerful. The vast desert outside Yumenguan was once a battleground for military strategists, but now it enjoys a peaceful and quiet life. This is a way of writing in which today's peace and past wars are intertwined. It has profound meaning in all places where there are no words, and it is the eye of poetry. The conclusion of the poem is full of energy and the mood is particularly high. The poet painted a brilliant picture with colored pens: the haze of war completely dissipated, and the sun and the moon shone brightly on the world. This ideal realm embodies the lofty ideals of people of all ethnic groups who love peace and oppose war, and is a resounding ode to peaceful reunification. The "military soul" is still the image of war, and the words are refined. Not only is the word "pin" firmly tied, but it goes straight into the end of the sentence and is linked with "quiet place" to pay for it. Interlocking, singing higher and higher, it is really a cloud. Shen Deqian said that "all sentences are spit out" is well deserved. Most of Chang Jian's poems were written in Kaiyuan and Tianbao years. In this poem, he praised the people-friendly policy and the ideal of stopping the army caused by the chaotic politics in Tang Xuanzong's later years. It can be said that it is a prescription to criticize the shortcomings of the times. This poem neither shows off force nor laments fate, but eulogizes the theme of peace and friendship based on the height of national harmony. Sogou Encyclopedia-Xia Sai No.14, let go of peace and peace, what a kind word! A word that children, women and the elderly in the world urgently support. Peace, a word opposite to war! A word that warms people's hearts when the war is raging. Peace, an elusive word! A word that has been flying for decades and hundreds of years can't be honored. I don't know who broke the wings of the bird of peace, and the partridge hovered in the sky from time to time, miserable. The bird of peace, healed, flew in the blue sky and sowed the seeds of happiness! Songhua River is a song. What are the lyrics? My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast, where the mountains are full of forest coal mines and soybean sorghum. My home is on the Songhua River in the northeast, where there are my compatriots and my elderly parents. "September 18th" and "September 18th" were separated from that tragic time. Wandering! The price lingers at the customs all day! When can I go back to my lovely hometown? In which year and month can we find the endless treasure? Parents, parents, when can we be together? ! Don't let the dove of peace hover and cry, and don't let the green olive branch get blood. It is not hatred that falls down one by one, but the blood shed by one fresh life. There are also a string of pigeons crying with tears picking up the withered olive branch, and countless pairs of eyes longing for tomorrow are disappearing. When spring returns to the earth, where can we sow the seeds of peace? What kind words! A word that children, women and the elderly in the world urgently support. Peace, a word opposite to war! A word that warms people's hearts when the war is raging. Peace, an elusive word! A word that has been flying for decades and hundreds of years can't be honored. I don't know who broke the wings of the bird of peace, and the partridge hovered in the sky from time to time, miserable. The bird of peace, healed, flew in the blue sky, and the same blood flowed under the same sky. The earth has long been riddled with holes, but picking up the fragments of human memory is full of war scars. Under the overcast sky, the devil grinned proudly at the dove holding an olive branch and flying to the sun-like world, echoing the same call and the same pair of eyes longing for peace. The evil war will rest forever. We call for peace. We support peace, and we long for a peaceful and beautiful new world. When mankind and the earth are no longer * * *, I am willing to drain all my blood and tears into a peaceful stream that will flow peacefully forever.