You should be satisfied.
When thousands of prosperity becomes barren
When the progress of civilization stops from now on
You make the air no longer calm.
You made peace disappear forever.
But why can't you hear the child crying?
That iron face
Or your boundless indifference
You should be satisfied.
When you realize the expected desolation
When you finally take away yesterday's sunshine
You made the fairy tale world disappear forever.
You let despair forge your blood sword.
But why can't you see the eyes of the mother who lost her child?
Why did you put that cold bullet?
Mechanical feed into gun bore
You should be satisfied.
That blue sky
The blood red you have dyed.
And you finally become more and more numb.
Died in the killing.
Your steps are still calm.
Put away your sinful hands.
My poor children.
Do you know
This ridiculous game
Has lost the ending.
No matter how dissatisfied you are.
Even turned around and stubbornly shot me.
I want to tell you everything.
Life is given by God.
You have no right to take it away.
2. What modern poems describe war? 1, House of War Author: Zhou Chong went up with the red flag on it, but not on it. That's the devil. Is it a vampire demon? Can't you see it's dripping blood? I want to dig a hole on the hillside. Even if I die, I will go home. I have not betrayed my soul. My brothers who rushed up to the red flag accompanied me, but I wanted to return my body to my home. Battlefield Home 2, War Author: Lin Yi's black feathers covered his shoulders, and the night killed the last ray of sunshine during the day. Sword shadow scattered in the sky, blood spilled in the palm. The scarred soul couldn't find its way back and landed on the black land. There is no sound, the wind whistling, and the eyes are confused and empty. Snowflakes fall with tears. 3. "War and Peace" Author: Falling into the water, the war of love brings us pain. The war has brought us harm. War is what everyone doesn't want to see! Let the war disappear before our eyes! Peace brings us happiness, and peace is what everyone wants! Let peace live on earth forever! 4. About the War Author: The spear of Zhao Kan's history stabbed obliquely from the dusty old paper pile, which stung a string of feelings. Therefore, the daily experience of war has become my profession. Meng Jiangnv's worry about finding a husband collapsed a corner of history, while the desire to read pastoral poems buried in the depths of time, like a mirror hanging over people's heads to illuminate our eyes, was wedged into the eternal rings. See the farther road 5, a war Author: Liu Min, a war without smoke, whoever loves first will be defeated, and the wind blows down a dream, and two people feel dejected, one in the desert and the other in the swamp.
3. What are the modern poems about the war that are about to be written for Qi Jiguang's north-south drive? Jiang lace grass smiled and said, 360 days in a year are horizontal Goma. Zhang Jiayu (an anti-Qing hero in the late Ming Dynasty) was desolate, while the west wind was cold in Leng Yue, and the battlefield was covered with horses. The story of the hero will eventually make Khan Lin Xiang leave Guazhou and go to Zheng Jinling to pay tribute. He vowed to destroy Hu Xiongshi in Linjiang and swallow Wu. Try the moat and throw a whip across the river. Don't believe that Chibi in the Central Plains is not surnamed Zhu, nor are Du Mu and Shen Shatie.
Nobody cares about Hengyang goose. The four sides are connected with each other.
Thousands of miles. Long smoke and sunset, isolated city closed.
A glass of turbid wine is Wan Li's home. Ran Yan didn't return to nothing.
The pipe strength is covered with frost. People are insomnia.
General with white hair and tears, Bai Xuege bid farewell to Tian's secretary Wu's return to his hometown. Author: The north wind rolls white grass, and eight In the snow crosses Tatar's Day. Suddenly, like a night wind blowing, like a pear tree in bloom.
Snowflakes fell into the curtains and wet them. The fur was not warm and the gold cup was too thin. The general used cold hands to protect his hands. The armored steel was too cold to wear.
The vast sea dried up, thousands of feet ice, dark clouds bleak, Wan Li condensed. In the manager's account, this wine is a farewell party, and the Huqin Pipa flute ensemble adds luster to this entertainment.
In the evening, in front of the headquarters gate, heavy snow fell, the red flag froze, and the wind could not drag. Luntai East Gate, welcome to the capital. Go, the mountain road is covered with snow.
I haven't seen you in the winding mountain road, leaving only a row of horseshoe prints.
4. Modern poetry war describing war.
The bright morning star disappeared in the sky.
The source of light sinks into boundless chaos and darkness.
This magnificent palace is falling down.
Just like this world.
The vast ruins extend in all directions under your feet.
Distant glory has been buried under the soil.
Abandoned in this land
fearless fighter
But fell on the battlefield.
The wonderful piano sound has been silenced.
The strings are broken and the joy is gone.
The war resumed.
The clang of spears.
Horrible killing and crying.
Still ringing in my ears
Where is the hero?
The world is full of bloody killings.
5. What are the modern poems describing war? This is the most famous war poem in the world: life is precious, love is more expensive, so throw them away when you have time-petofi's Sorrow for Greece (selected poems by Byron)-Sorrow for Greece [size=3] (Don Juan, Chapter 3) A Greek archipelago, a beautiful Greek archipelago! The fiery Sappho sang a love song here; Here, the art of war and peace thrives, Delos rises, and Apollo leaps out of the sea! The eternal summer also gilded the island, but everything was depressed except the sun.
Kaio's muse, Dio's muse, hero's harp and lover's pipa have won a reputation on your other side, and now they are dumb in this birthplace; Oh, that song has spread to the far west, far exceeding the "island paradise" of your ancestors. Watch the marathon in the three hills-watch the vast waves in the marathon; I meditated there alone for a quarter of an hour, dreaming that Greece was still free and happy; Because when I stand on the grave of Persia, I can't imagine being a slave.
A king sat high on the top of a stone mountain, watching sausages stand overseas; Thousands of ships are parked at the foot of the mountain, and how many teams are still under his command! He counted them at dawn, but where were they at sunset? Well, where are they now? And you, my country? In the silent land, the hero's ode is now silent-the hero's heart is no longer stirring! Did your solemn harp fall into my hands? Sixth, being a slave nation, although the honor is declining, at least, the anxiety of a patriot makes me blush when writing songs; Because, what can a poet do here? Shame on the Greeks, tears for the Greek country. Do we have to cry and be ashamed of time? -Our ancestors bled.
Earth! Send back some spartan bones from your weapon! Even if you give us three of the 300 warriors, you must revive Demebili's battle of death! Eight what, still silent? All is silent? Don't! You listen to the waterfall sound of ancient souls in the distance. They replied, "as long as a living person climbs the mountain, we will come, we will come!" " Hey! It's just that the living ignore it. Forget it, forget it; Try another tone: drink a glass of Samos! Leave the war to the Turkish barbarians and let the grapes in Austria bleed! Listen, how warmly every drunkard responds to this disgraceful call! You still have Pirick's dancing skills, but where is Pirick's phalanx? These are two lessons. Why do you only remember one of them and forget the noble and strong one? Cadmus made fonts for you. -Did he teach them to be slaves? Fill Samos' wine glass by glass! In that case, let's put the topic aside! This wine once made Anacreon a sacred song; Yes, he gave in to Apollo Clerides, a tyrant, but this tyrant is at least our country.
A tyrant in Sonisas is the most loyal friend of freedom: Oh, I hope we can have a tyrant as smart as him now, who will unite us not to be bullied! One or three glasses of Samos! On the rocks in Suri, on the shore of Baja, there lived a brave descendant of a family, worthy of being raised by the mother of Sparta. There, perhaps the seeds have been spread, which is a true biography of Hercules' bloodline. Don't rely on westerners for the cause of freedom, they have a king who does business; Local swords and local soldiers are the only hope of charging; But Turkish force and Latin deception will break through your shield from the outside.
One or five glasses of Samos! Our girls are dancing in the shade-I see their black eyes shining, but looking at every bright girl, my eyes are fascinated by hot tears. Are these breasts to be fed to slaves? Let me climb the cliff of Sunia, I can hear each other whispering, let me die like a swan; I don't want the slave country to belong to me-just break that Samos glass.
6. A modern poem about war "If there is a war in the distance"
Author/Yu Guangzhong
There is a war in the distance, don't cover your ears.
You shouldn't dream, but listen when you are ashamed.
You shouldn't cover your nose, you should take a deep breath.
The burning smell is bad? Your ears should be
Listen to grenades
To preach the truth? Motto? Medal? Supply?
Can you satisfy your unsatisfied desires?
War is destroying a distant country.
An armored vehicle severely ran over Chun Lv.
There are teenagers calling for their mother's bloody body.
Call for an unknown tomorrow
If a Muslim cremates himself,
The white headscarf glowed with despair.
Burning limbs cling to nirvana
Because of an invalid gesture. because
We are on the field and they are on the battlefield.
Sow peace in the dust.
We should be afraid or grateful.
Fortunately, it is interception, not interception.
We are players, not enemies.
There is a war in the distance, such a war.
There is war in the distance, and we are in the distance.
Friend, if we are far away.
Beyond foam
Author/Love
I heard the story of a cloud fisherman by the Wuding River.
He came from the water.
The age of wandering
Where can I find the bank of this river?
End of the day
The row of willows on the shore is not very happy, but there is some moonlight.
Floating on the water
Tears begin in our bodies.
Stir up ripples
War is one thing.
Immortality is another matter.
Mortar shells collided with the forehead at high altitude.
It is bound to set off a strong wind of collapse
therefore
There is a bronze statue here.
There is a bronze statue over there.
We did do a lot.
Blink for no reason
foam
Modern poems about war have given me some sunny days.
Author: Huo Jialu
Peach blossom slice
You have to give me some sunny days.
Don't let my peach blossom drift away.
Those soldiers who attacked at night in the long night in the northwest
It is easy to break through the thin market of peaches.
I was playing in the city that night.
Hiding behind a core, listening to Ma Si in an empty city.
Those white castles call for the wind to leave.
Peach knows nothing about war but fate.
The wind is blowing all over the floor, reading classics one by one, and being happy.
Silence after cold is called beautiful misfortune.
Those powder ytterbium in the sun can't stop flashing and shouting.
My lips are like withered petals this season.
I avoided the sun because my peach blossoms didn't go ashore.
Beside the fingertip
Yingchun tablets
Those bright yellow branches
Growing up in the dust raised by horseshoes
I rode a fast horse across the street.
My city is a boudoir full of flowers.
The flower leaning on the bed reading is me.
In that man's eyes, it is day and night.
His eyes can't see the stars.
I built a constellation on my stomach to build his narrow pond.
Dare not take root, for fear of hurting the water.
The water flowing into the palm print twists and turns, floating with the flame of spring.
Flame can't fit into the bag of this life.
Curtains must carry my flame and the drifting west wind.
I went up the mountain with yellow.
The soil it occupies just places the third button.
Fingertip weakness
Fingertips of the snow, my fingertips are forced back.
Yellow is an impossible distance.
Phoenix feathers have been flying for a whole season.
My northern white hair is like frost.
Along the loess, dripping from the mouth of Phoenix is the end of time.
Nowadays, thin horses are like walls.
Flowers bloom all over the world.
That yellow is wandering.
LZ can choose one.
8. Modern poetry about war should have a title and title, which you urgently need.
You should be satisfied.
When thousands of prosperity becomes barren
When the progress of civilization stops from now on
You make the air no longer calm.
You made peace disappear forever.
But why can't you hear the child crying?
That iron face
Or your boundless indifference
You should be satisfied.
When you realize the expected desolation
When you finally take away yesterday's sunshine
You made the fairy tale world disappear forever.
You let despair forge your blood sword.
But why can't you see the eyes of the mother who lost her child?
Why did you put that cold bullet?
Mechanical feed into gun bore
You should be satisfied.
That blue sky
The blood red you have dyed.
And you finally become more and more numb.
Died in the killing.
Your steps are still calm.
Put away your sinful hands.
My poor children.
Do you know
This ridiculous game
Has lost the ending.
No matter how dissatisfied you are.
Even turned around and stubbornly shot me.
I want to tell you everything.
Life is given by God.
You have no right to take it away.
If we don't go to war,
If we don't go to war,
The enemy used bayonets
Kill us,
Then he pointed to our bones and said, "Look, this is a slave!" " "
9. Modern war poems yearn for spring. Author: Du Fu era: Tang style: Although the five laws are broken, the mountains and rivers remain forever, and the vegetation turns green in spring.
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 fall of the capital, the mountains and rivers remain the same, and the personnel are completely different.
The flowers are full of dew, which means the sad time is crying and the birds are jumping. That's because of where will you go. Du Fu interweaves family worries and national worries in his poems, which profoundly shows that the personal fate of upright intellectuals is closely related to the fate of the country and the nation, and it has a high degree of generality and typical significance, which is the spiritual essence of "depression and frustration".
1, participated in Chen Mei! Quit your job from now on. On the battlefield! Long time no see.
Shake hands and sigh! Tears make a living. 2. The storm is lost! In a corner of the sky.
Not for long! And restore the beard. Want to be sent away by the morning breeze! Send the children to a base.
3. Don't sing Liling Trail, Wan Li and Xi Du! I am excited for the Huns and the monarch. Poor road, the arrow blade is destroyed! Scholars have disappeared and their names have become more expensive.
Mom's dead! Although I want to repay my kindness, I still want to return to China. 4. Yan Song stabbed Wang Dan to death and returned to the empty city. Dogs don't bark and chickens don't bark.
He Guang Guang Xi, a horizontal technology, knows that there is no one in this country. Mrs. Gerwak caused a lot of trouble, and she lost her family.
Mothers beg for dead children, wives beg for dead husbands, and gentlemen live in harmony between the two canals! 6, grief and indignation poetry Cai lost power in the season, Dong Zhuo was in chaos. If you want to usurp the throne, you must first harm the virtuous.
Forced to move the capital to the old state and support the king to strengthen himself. Xingyi division wants to * * for bad luck at home.
Excellent people come from the east and shine in the sun. The local people are very fragile, and all the soldiers are Hu Qiangren.
Hunting wild cities and besieging cities, I know what I want to break. There is nothing left, and the remains support each other.
A horse hangs a man's head, and a horse carries a woman behind it. Driving west to enter the customs, the road is dangerous and blocked.
I still care. My liver and spleen are rotten. There are several tens of thousands, and gathering is not allowed.
Still flesh and blood, afraid to speak. If you are depressed for a few minutes, you will say die and surrender.
If you want to be a pavilion blade, I can't live with you. How dare you spare your life? You can't stand being scolded.
Or add pestle, poison and pain are combined into one. The study is sad and the night is sad.
You can't have it if you want to die, and you can't have it if you want to live. What's wrong with the pale man? It is this misfortune.
Bianhuang is different from China, who is vulgar and unreasonable. There is a lot of frost and snow in the place, and Hu Feng starts in spring and summer.
Blow my clothes gently and let them sink into my ears. I miss my parents when I feel, and there is no end to lamenting.
It's always nice to hear that there are guests from outside. Welcome to ask about him. You need to reply to the village.
I hope that when I meet you, my flesh and blood will meet me. If you have to forgive yourself, you should abandon your son.
Heaven binds people's hearts, and it is too late to say goodbye. Life and death are always good, and we can't bear to say goodbye to them.
Pinch my neck in front of my son and ask my mother what she wants! The man says it's time for his mother to go, how can he return it! Zhang Renfu's mother, why are you more unreasonable today? I'm not an adult, so why not think about it? Seeing this collapse in five days, I was in a trance and crazy. Ask your hand to touch it, and you will be suspicious when you reply.
Two contemporaries bid farewell to each other. I long for my return, and sad tears have destroyed the cracks.
A horse hesitated, but a car refused to turn. The viewer sighs and the road weeps.
To break the relationship and sign for the future. It is three thousand miles long. When shall we meet again? Read me out of my stomach and my heart will destroy me.
Not only for the family, but also for China and foreign countries. The castle is a mountain forest, and the court is full of Ai Jing.
I don't know whose bone it is, but it's all covered horizontally. The wolf howled when no one went out.
Embracing the lonely scenery will make the liver and lungs groggy. Looking at the distance, the soul suddenly flew.
If the election is over, people will give generously. Why bother in order to recover? Entrust your life to a new person and try your best to encourage yourself.
Being stingy, I am often afraid of donating again. The geometry of life, you worry all the year round.
7. One of the Nineteen Ancient Poems drove to the East Gate overlooking Guo Bei's tomb. Poplar rustling, pine and cypress wide.
There are old and dead people, and there are long twilight years. Sleeping in a grave won't last a thousand years.
The vast yin and yang move, and life is like morning dew. Life is suddenly like sending, and life is not solid.
Long live and send more, saints can't do it. Seeking immortality by eating is mostly caused by medicine.
Why don't you drink some wine and wear tens of thousands of sous? 8. Gulefu joined the army for fifteen years and returned in the 1980s.
Everyone in the village, who is at home? "The royal family is ahead, with many pines and cypresses." Rabbits enter from the dog's sinus and pheasants fly from the beam.
In the atrium, Green Valley was born, and in the well, Lv Kui was born. Eat grains as rice and drink sunflower as soup.
The soup and rice have been cooked for a while, and I don't know who it will be. Going out and looking east, tears fell on my clothes. 9. Hao Guandong has an honest man who fights for the group.
On the first day of the first date, General Ding Meng went to attack Dong Zhuo in Chang 'an. Dong Zhuo's army came together, each with its own plans, looked at each other and refused to stand out.
These two sentences led to the battle of various armies, and then the armies of various armies killed each other. Yuan Shao's cousin Yuan Shu proclaimed himself emperor in Huainan, and the emperor Yuan Shaomou carved the emperor in the north.
Because of the war, soldiers have long been unable to take off their battle clothes, their armor is covered with lice, and many people have died because of years of war. The bones were bare in the field, and there was no one among them, and there was no crowing.
It is extremely sad to think that only one person in a hundred people is alive. Do you want anything after Sui and Tang Dynasties? The answer is "newly married". Du Fu's rabbit silk is covered with hemp, so it is not long; It is better to abandon the roadside than to marry a woman and a husband! If you get married, you won't warm your bed. It is too hasty to say goodbye at dusk! Although it is not far, it will go to Heyang on the side; Why should I worship my aunt when my body is not clear? When my parents raised me, they made me hide day and night. If you have a daughter, you will get a chicken and a dog! You are going to die today, and you are forced into your intestines, which hurts deeply; I vowed to go with you, and the situation turned yellow, and my family was poor. Over time, Luo Shu went up; Lolo quit and washed his red makeup.
Don't worry about the wedding, work hard; Women in the army, afraid of being discouraged, look up at birds, and their bodies will double; There are many personnel mistakes, facing Jun Yong. Du Fu's chariots and horses are rustling, and each of you is carrying a bow and quiver.
My parents, my parents, my wife and children all ran to see them. When they marched, the dust covered the sky and they couldn't see xian yangqiao. On the way, holding soldiers' clothes, eating and crying, the sky rushed into the sky.
Passers-by asked the soldiers how they got there, saying only that the roster was frequently recruited. Some people go to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, even if they go to the western border to open up wasteland at the age of forty.
Long in the middle, the hair is tied up with a headscarf, and when I come back, I am bald and guarding the border. Countless border guards shed blood and sacrificed to form seawater, and the concept of border defense in Huang Wu has not stopped.
Haven't you heard that there are hundreds of villages covered with vegetation in 200 states east of Huashan Mountain? Even if a strong woman plows the field with a hoe, nothing will grow on the crops in the field.
Moreover, the soldiers of the Qin Dynasty can fight hard, and there is no difference between chickens and dogs when they are rushed to fight. No matter what demands are made on them, does the soldier dare to expand his hatred? Just like this winter, we didn't stop the soldiers west of Hangukou from enlisting.
The county magistrate urgently urges people to pay taxes. Where does the tax come from? If you really know that boys are a bad thing, you might as well have a girl. Girls can also marry their nearest neighbors, and boys will die in battle.
Didn't you see Qinghai Head, where all the old bones were abandoned? New ghosts hate old ghosts crying, and ghosts cry when they are wet. "Chen funeral that comparable to say, a war in the future.
It's still dangerous in Zuoqiu, so I'm heading east to Jianghan. The wind breaks Huanglong House, but the clouds move to Egret Island.
Yun Heshu overstepped his stride and held the worry of being a gentleman. Things are unpredictable, and life goes with the flow.
Chrysanthemum everywhere, who is the autumn full of river red? "Yue Fei" angrily rushed to the crown, leaned against the railing, rested in the rain and looked up. Proud sigh, inspiring, thirty fame and dust.
Eight thousand miles, clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, be idle.