Poems about Xinjiang

1. What are the ancient poems about Xinjiang?

1.

Grape wine luminous cup, and you need to drink pipa immediately.

You don't laugh when you're drunk on the battlefield. How many times have you fought in ancient times?

Origin: Two Liangzhou Ci Poems

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: William Wang

Vernacular interpretation:

The wine feast was filled with sweet grapes and wine in exquisite luminous cups, and the geisha played the pipa to cheer them up, and the soldiers were filled with pride at the thought that they were about to cross the horse to kill the enemy and serve the country.

You must get drunk today, even if you are drunk on the battlefield. This time, I went out to serve my country. I was going to die, but I was not ready to come back alive.

2.

the north wind rolls the white grasses and breaks them, and the Eighth-month snow across the Tartar sky.

is like a spring gale, come up in the night, blowing open the petals of ten thousand pear trees.

it enters the pearl blinds, it wets the silk curtains, a fur coat feels cold, a cotton mat flimsy.

bows become rigid, can hardly be drawn, it's hard to protect your iron clothes.

the sand-sea deepens with fathomless ice, the gloom is bleak and Wan Li is condensed.

but we drink to our guest bound home from camp, and play him barbarian lutes, guitars, harps.

till at dusk, when the drifts are crushing our tents, and our frozen red flags cannot flutter in the wind.

we watch him through Wheel-Tower Gate going eastward, into the snow-mounds of Heaven-Peak Road.

and then he disappears at the turn of the pass, leaving behind him only hoof-prints.

Origin: a Song of White Snow in Farewell to Field-Clerk Wu Going Home

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Cen Can

Vernacular interpretation:

The north wind swept across the earth and broke the white grass, and it snowed in Alakazam in August.

suddenly, it's like a spring breeze blowing overnight, and it's like thousands of trees and pears are in full bloom.

snowflakes scattered into the bead curtain wet the curtain, and the fox fur was too thin to wear warm brocade quilt.

General's armguards are too cold to open his bow, and the armor is too cold to wear.

The desert is frozen with cracks, and the sky in Wan Li is full of gloomy clouds.

wine is placed in the commander's account as a farewell party for returning guests, and the Huqin, Pipa and Qiangdi are played together to entertain.

In the evening, the heavy snow kept falling in front of Yuanmen, and the red flag froze and the wind could not pull it.

See you off to Beijing outside the east gate of Luntai. When you go, Tianshan Road is covered with snow.

The winding mountain road has lost sight of you, leaving only a line of horseshoe marks on the snow.

3.

Weicheng is rainy and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored.

I advise you to drink one more glass of wine, and go out to Yangguan for no reason.

Origin: Song of Anxi/Weicheng, the Second Envoy of Yuan Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Wang Wei

Vernacular interpretation:

The light rain in the early morning moistened the dust on the ground of Weicheng, and the branches and leaves of the willow tree in Guantang, Guanyi were fresh and tender.

I sincerely advise my friend to have another glass of wine. It is difficult to meet old relatives when going out of Yangguan to the west.

4.

After the snow in Tianshan Mountain, the sea was cold, and the flute blew it is hard to go.

there are 3, people recruited in ZhaiLi, and I look back on the moon for a while.

origin: military expedition to the north

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Li Yi

Vernacular interpretation:

There was a heavy snow in Tianshan Mountain, and the wind blowing from Qinghai Lake added to the cold. On the March, the soldiers played the flute "it is hard to go".

hearing this sad parting song, 3, soldiers stationed at the border pass all looked up at the rising moon.

5. No one is heard from the flute, and the red flag goes straight to the Tianshan snow.

Source: Joining the Army

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Chen Yu

Vernacular interpretation: I heard the sound of a flute far away, but I couldn't see anyone, so I planted the red flag on the snow above Tianshan Mountain.

6. After the snow in Tianshan Mountain, the sea was cold, and the flute played it is hard to go.

Source:

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Li Yi

Interpretation of the vernacular: There was a heavy snow in Tianshan Mountain, and the wind blowing from Qinghai Lake added to the cold.

7. The snow clouds in Tianshan Mountain never open, and the snow in Qianfeng Mountain and Wanling Mountain is beautiful.

Source: "Snow Songs in Tianshan Mountain Send Xiao Zhi to Beijing"

Dynasty: Tang Dynasty

Author: Cen Can

Interpretation of the vernacular: Clouds and snows in Tianshan Mountain never bloom all year round, and the majestic Qian Shan Wanling is covered with snow. 2. Describing ancient poems and idioms in Xinjiang

Joining the army in the dark snow mountain of Changyun, Qinghai, Wang Changling, and looking at Yumenguan from the lonely city. The yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but it will not be returned until it breaks the Loulan. When it was out of the Qin Dynasty in Wang Changling, the bright moon and the Han Dynasty passed, but the Long March people were not returned. However, it made the Dragon City fly, and did not teach Huma to spend the Yinshan Mountain. a Song of Wheel Tower in Farewell to General Feng of the Western Expedition Cen Can on Wheel Tower parapets night-bugles are blowing, though the flag at the northern end hangs limp scouts, in the darkness, are passing Quli, Where, west of the Hill of Gold, the Tartar chieftain has halted, we can see, from the look-out, the dust and black smoke, where Chinese troops are camping, north of Wheel Tower, our flags now beckon the General farther west, with bugles in the dawn he rouses his Grand Army, drums like a tempest pound on four sides, and the Yin Mountains shake with the shouts of ten thousand, clouds and the war-wind whirl up in a point, the battlefield was covered with white bones and grass roots. The wind in Jianhe River was wide, and the stone in the sand mouth froze the horseshoe. The diligent king of Asia took pains and vowed to report the dust to the Lord. No one in the ancient history of Qing Dynasty saw the ancient people, but now he saw the ancient people with great achievements. On the other hand, he listened to playing the flute and herding horses in the snow. In the moonlight, the Qiang flute guards the building. Excuse me, where the plum blossoms fall, and the wind blows all over the mountain overnight. ★ Send the second envoy of Yuan Dynasty, Anxi Wang Wei, to Weicheng, where the rain is raining and the dust is light, and the guest house is green and the willow color is new. I advise you to drink a glass more, and there is no reason to go out to Yangguan in the west. ★ Don't be big and comfortable, and Huang Yun will have a long day, and the north wind will blow geese and snow in succession. Don't worry about the road ahead, there is no confidant. The long river sets the yen. Every time Xiao Guan rides, he is guarded by Yan Ran. The next song is Wang Changling cicadas complain of thin mulberry-trees, in the Eighth-month chill at the frontier pass ①. When he enters the fortress, he enters the cold. there is nothing anywhere but yellow reeds and grasses and the heros come to You and Bing ②, all of them are dusty and old. let never a cavalier stir you to envy, with boasts of his horse and his horsemanship 锱. Fisherman Fan Zhongyan has a strange scenery in Qiu Lai, but Hengyang geese go unnoticed. All sides sound like horns, and smoke is long. General's hair is white and his husband is in tears. Visiting the Palace at night and remembering the dream, the teacher Bo Hun, Lu You, Xue Xiao, is in chaos. Sleeping in the place, I don't know where. The iron horse is as prestigious as water. I want to close the river, Yanmen West, Qinghai International. In the cold light of sleep, the sound is broken and the moon is slanting. I promised to seal the Hou in Wan Li. Who knows, although my temples are broken, my heart is not dead. I joined the army for seven songs. It has been reported that Tuguhun was captured alive. Li He, the satrap of Yanmen, pressed the city to be destroyed by dark clouds, and the golden light spread to the sun. In the autumn, the horn sounded all over the sky, and Yan Zhi coagulated the purple at night. 1. Half a roll of red flag was near Xiao Shui, and the frost was heavy and cold. 2. It was reported that the Jade Dragon died for you on the golden platform. 2. In the moonlight, Qiangdi guarded the building. Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain all night. Guan Shanyue Li Bai, the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea, and the wind, that has come a thousand miles, beats at the Jade Pass battlements, china marches its men down Baideng Road, while Tartar troops peer across blue waters of the bay and and since not one battle famous in history sent all its fighters back again guarded the guests, and they were homesick. On this night, the tall buildings should not be idle with sighs. 3. A poem describing Xinjiang

Joining the army

Wang Changling

Qinghai has a dark snowy mountain with a long cloud and a lonely city overlooking Yumenguan.

yellow sand wears golden armor in many battles, and it will not be returned until it breaks Loulan.

out of the fortress

Wang Changling

The moon was clear in Qin and the people on the Long March were not returned.

But make the Dragon City fly, and don't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain.

a Song of Wheel Tower in Farewell to General Feng of the Western Expedition Cen Can

on Wheel Tower parapets night-bugles are blowing, though the flag at the northern end hangs limp. The army book was sent overnight overnight, and Chanyu had invaded the west of Jinshan.

we can see, from the look-out, the dust and black smoke, where Chinese troops are camping, north of Wheel Tower. The admiral lvbing the west to March, and the sirens of the dawn began to ring out.

drums like a tempest pound on four sides, and the Yin Mountains shake with the shouts of ten thousand. The enemy's camp was grim and murderous, and the bones still clung to the grass roots.

in the Dagger River mist, through a biting wind, horseshoes, at the Sand Mouth line, break on icy boulders. Subfacies is diligent in Wang Zhenggan, vowed to serve the country to calm the border.

we have read, in the Green Books, tales of old days, but here we behold a living man, mightier than the dead.

listen to the flute in the fortress. Gao Shi

When the snow is over, the horses will be returned, and the strong flute will guard the building in the moonlight. Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.

★ Send the second envoy of Yuan Dynasty, Anxi Wang Wei

Weicheng is sunny and dusty, and the guest house is green and willow-colored. Sincerely advise my friend to dry a cup of wine, west out of the yang Guan, it is difficult to meet relatives.

★ Don't be big and comfortable

It's a long day in Huang Yun, and the north wind is blowing geese and snow. The eldest husband is poor and who is willing, today meet can not pay for drinks.

even if we are stuck in Wang Wei's traffic jam

if we want to ask about the border by bicycle, it is a country that has overstepped its bounds. Fleabane also floated out of Han, north to geese are soaring into the sky.

the desert is lonely and straight, and the long river sets the yen. To the the location of Xiaoguan pass encounter the spy waiting for the knight, told me that the douhu have been in Yan.

Wang Changling

cicadas complain of thin mulberry-trees, in the Eighth-month chill at the frontier pass ①.

there is nothing anywhere but yellow reeds and grasses.

and the heros come to You and Bing ② is * * * dusty and old.

let never a cavalier stir you to envy, with boasts of his horse and his horsemanship.

Fisherman's proud Fan Zhongyan

The scenery in Qiu Lai was different, but Hengyang geese didn't pay attention. The four sides are connected with each other. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke and the sunset are closed. A glass of turbid wine is home to Wan Li, but Yan Ran has not returned home. Qiang Guan is covered with frost. People are sleepless, and the general has white hair and tears.

a night trip to the palace, a dream-sending teacher, Bo Hunlu.

The snow is clear and embarrassing. Sleepwalking, I do not know where. An iron horse has no prestige like water. Want to close the river, Yanmen West, Qinghai International.

In the sleeping cold lamp, the sound is broken, and the paper on the moon is tilted. I promised to seal Hou in Wan Li. Who knows, although the temples are broken, the heart is not dead.

Seven Poems of Joining the Army (Part Five) Wang Changling

The dusty desert is getting dark, and the red flag is half rolled out of Yuanmen.

The former army fought in Taohe River in the night, and they have been reported to have captured Tuguhun alive.

Li He, the prefect of Yanmen

Dark clouds are pressing the city to destroy, and the shining light is spreading to the sun.

The horn is sounding all over the sky in autumn, and the night violet is stuffed with swallow fat.

half a roll of red flag is in the water, and the frost is heavy and cold.

I'd like to express my gratitude to you on the golden platform, and take Yulong to your death.

Liangzhou Ci

Wang Zhihuan

The Yellow River is far above the white clouds, and it is a lonely city, Wan Ren Mountain. Why use the sad willow song to complain about the spring delay, the old Yumen pass, a spring breeze is not blowing ah!

Listen to the flute in the fortress. Gao Shi.

When the snow is over, the horses will be herded, and the strong flute will guard the building in the moonlight. Excuse me, where did the plum blossom fall? The wind blew all over the mountain overnight.

Guan Shanyue

Li Bai

the bright moon lifts from the Mountain of Heaven, in an infinite haze of cloud and sea.

and the wind, that has come a thousand miles, beats at the Jade Pass battlements.

china marches its men down Baideng Road, while Tartar troops peer across blue waters of the bay.

and since not one battle famous in history sent all its fighters back again.

the soldiers turn round, looking toward the border, and think of home, with wistful eyes.

and of those tonight in the upper chambers, who toss and sigh and cannot rest. 4. Poems about praising Xinjiang < P > and Jane's trip to Xinjiang (1) The vast western region is long and the yellow sand is rolling all over the sky.

In those days, wood was used to throw bones, but today, the wailing wind is widely spread in Xinjiang. Li Bai's poems in Cen Can are still there, while Zhang Qian's Sanzang's footsteps are fragrant.

Populus euphratica's camel bell rang vigorously, and it passed through Tianshan Mountain to remember Zuo Tang. Hezhen's trip to Xinjiang (2) The vast sand sea is boundless, and I occasionally see Populus euphratica standing in the sea.

General Shiruo is very proud, and he is trying to raise his arms to the sky. Shocked that the heat will turn cold in the morning and evening, and the watermelon will be covered with cotton at night.

crossing the yellow sand is not afraid of hardships, and the heroic spirit of women is better than that of men. Hezhen's trip to Xinjiang (3) The snow and snow in the vast plateau are as cold as a sword.

Young soldiers stand tall, and Wan Li's frontier is stronger than iron. Big hands are rough, little face is purple, and cracks are all over the cocoon and scar.

hug and stare deeply, shed tears on your skirt and clench your fist. Hezhen's trip to Xinjiang (4) I love traveling and am not afraid of Xin, and the Xiong family has a daughter, Hezhen.

how heroic it is to dare to cross the desert, and how brave it is to go to the high plains to send a red heart. Lie in the north wind at night and taste horse milk, and look at Kunlun in the border field every day.

I am slim and have great potential, which is better than a man. Hezhen's trip to Xinjiang (5) traveled all over southern Xinjiang, not afraid of Xin, and dared to wear the desert to brave Hezhen.

Climb the border card of send warm, and overlook Kunlun to show your courage. I love to see the historic sites and new towns, and the abandoned fort on the beacon tower also boarded.

Wan Li was deeply touched by the wind whistling in the Populus euphratica forest. 5. Poems describing Xinjiang

China's's Map Poems on Xinjiang Wandering-Xinjiang is a Good Place (Xinjiang Poem)/Guiguzi I stood on Tomur Peak (1) and traveled north and south of Tianshan Mountain with pious heart, and the majestic Kunlun Mountain next to me was everlasting.

Far away, just around the corner. I embrace your magnificent mountains and rivers, and I overlook the boundless desert.

the thoughts of the buildings are too far away, and the eternal incense princess ignites the harmonious memories of the nation.

The sweetness of cutting cakes also spreads from Kashgar in the west. The Tarim River lies quietly in the arms of the people of Aksu, thinking proudly about the brightness of Qiuci culture. Hotan's brothers and sisters dressed in Adelaide ③ sang, danced and sang on the carpet covered with fine grain, and praised Hotan people's ideals with Guniya ④ civilization.

The flaming mountain is on fire, the grape valley is green, and the grapes in Turpan are ripe. A bird's eye view of the ancient city of Gaochang in the distance (5), the history is endless, and the thousand-year-old karez is flowing, which is refreshing.

As we approach Hami, the past of the ancient city of Lafchok is empty, and Maixilaifuqi plays the fruit fragrance in the Gua Tian of Hami. Daur brothers and sisters in Tacheng are dancing Baylebei to celebrate the traditional Waqibai Festival.

Kanas is quiet, and the Irtysh River lovingly caresses the lush green and blooming blue of Altay, which keeps the purity of heaven and earth flowing. The Gobi is gorgeous, the songs of the region are sung, and the roaring Lake Erik is swaying easily, while the rich black oil mountain is scattered all over the frontier in the rumbling laughter of Karamay Mao.

The year is endless, and the ancient city of Changji needs historical traces, a new look and a large Buddhist temple. Always bless the good fortune at six o'clock? . Eagle flies around, Bayinbrook? At this moment, the angle is graceful, and the grassland like nature is waiting for the eagle to fight and fly, soaring in the vast Bosten Lake, soaring in the miraculous Lop Nur, or landing on the boxwood beside the Tarim River.

The wind in Taklimakan in the distance is warm and loud. It kisses Populus euphratica and makes a hissing sound. The passion has greatly affected the vicissitudes and glory of the ancient country of Loulan. The mountains are majestic, only our state is vast, and the Pamirs are yearning for it. Kizilsu Kirgiz's sisters and brothers are singing Manas? Woven with the same desire to cultivate my hometown and prosper my motherland.

Over the mountain and over the slope, you come to the long-awaited hometown of lavender, the charming fruit ditch? Ah, the scenery is really unforgettable, the dazzling clouds in the sky, and the gorgeous Nalati on the ground? The charm of Jiangnan beyond the Great Wall shines on every inch of land in Yili. Arrived, arrived, a quiet blue water, blue sapphire, blue lake water, just like a tear of joy from the Queen Mother of Tianshan Mountain, the abundant years made Sailimu Lake prove itself.

remember the eighth floor? What? How much I want to take bus No.2 to visit the market of Erdaoqiao, try some hand-grabbed rice, roast whole sheep and crispy naan, and when I get to the hometown of singing and dancing, I will also listen to folk songs and dance, and then look at the amazing Hongshan outside Urumqi? The Tianchi Lake bathed with the heavenly queen. The Silk Road is endless and joyful.