Poems about fighting

1. What are the poems that describe the author missing his hometown when he was fighting at the border?

Spring Hope (Du Fu) The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.

I shed tears when I am grateful for the flowers, and I am frightened when I hate others. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold.

The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the lust is overwhelming. Fisherman's Ao (Fan Zhongyan) The scenery is strange when autumn comes under Saixia, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention.

The four-way sound comes from the corners. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the sun sets, solitary city closed.

A glass of wine can bring you thousands of miles away, but there is no way for Yan Ran to return home. Qiang Guan is covered with frost all over the ground.

When a man is sleepless, the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears. Breaking the spell - writing a poem for Chen Tongfu (Xin Qiji) When he was drunk, he lit up the lamp to read the sword, and dreamed of blowing the trumpet in the company camp.

Eight hundred miles away, the soldiers under the command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings turning over the Great Wall, and the autumn order of troops on the battlefield. The horse moves very fast, and the bow is as frightening as a thunderbolt.

Settled the affairs of the king and the world, and won fame both before and after his death. Misfortune happens in vain. 2. What are the poems that describe the author missing his hometown when he was fighting at the border?

Spring Hope (Du Fu)

The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.

The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.

Fisherman's Ao (Fan Zhongyan)

The scenery is strange when autumn comes, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention.

The four-way sound comes from the corners. Thousands of miles away, the long smoke sets and the sun sets, solitary city closed.

A cup of wine can bring you thousands of miles away, but there is no way for Yan Ran to return home.

The ground is covered with frost. When a man is sleepless, the general's hair turns gray and his husband weeps.

Breaking the spell - writing a poem for Chen Tongfu (Xin Qiji)

When I was drunk, I read the sword by the light of the lamp, and I dreamed of blowing the trumpet in the camp. Eight hundred miles away, the troops under his command are burning, the sound of fifty-stringed strings turning outside the Great Wall, and the troops on the battlefield being ordered in autumn.

The horse is moving very fast, and the bow is shaking like a thunderbolt. Finish the affairs of the king and the world, and win the reputation during and after death. Misfortune happens in vain! 3. Poems about battle

Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital. Author: Cen Shen The north wind blows and the white grass breaks on the ground, and the sky is full of snow in August.

Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed. It scatters into the bead curtain and wets the Luo curtain, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.

The general's horn and bow cannot be controlled, and the guard's iron coat is cold and cold. The vast sea is covered with thousands of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.

The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for the returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes. Snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold.

I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow. You can't see me when you turn around the mountain loop, leaving horses in the sky above the snow to fight in the south of the city. Last year's battle was in Sangqianyuan. This year's battle is on Conghe Road. Washing the troops on the waves on the sea, letting horses go to the grass in the snow in Tianshan Mountain. The three armies have aged in the long march of thousands of miles. Fierce slaves Killing is used for farming, and since ancient times, it has been a field of yellow sand with bones. The Qin family built a city and prepared barracks, and the Khan family still had beacon fires burning. The beacon fires are burning forever and there is no time to fight. In the field, the defeated horses howl to the sky in sorrow. Birds and doves peck at each other. Human intestines fly up with dead branches. The soldiers are smeared in the grass, and the generals are empty. They know that weapons are murderous weapons, and saints are not allowed to use them. Burning fifty strings and turning over the battlefield outside the Great Wall. Autumn points of soldiers and horses. Lu Fei's quick bow is like a thunderbolt string, startling the king. All the affairs in the world have won him fame before and after his death. Poor people went out to the Great Wall before nine poems went to their hometown. They went to Jiaohe leisurely.

The public family has its own agenda, and the desperate baby is in trouble. You are already in Fuji territory, how much can you do if you open one side? Forsake the kindness of parents, swallow your voice and act in disloyalty.

The day of departure is far away, so I won’t be deceived by travelers. How can the love between flesh and blood be broken? There is no time for a man to die.

The horse takes off its bridle and picks up the black hair in its hand. Jie descended Wanrenggang, leaned over and tried to touch the flag.

Sharpening the knife and crying for water, the red edge of water hurts the hand. I want to lighten my heartache, but my mind has been confused for a long time.

The husband has pledged to the kingdom, so why is he angry and sad? Fame is like a unicorn, but the bones of battle will soon decay. There is a long way to send disciples off, and there is also a body to garrison far away.

Life and death are moving forward, and the idle officials are angry and angry. I met an acquaintance on the road, and attached a letter and six relatives.

What a pity that the two are determined, no longer the same hardships! After traveling thousands of miles, you led me to join the three armies. There are different joys and sorrows in the army, would the commander-in-chief rather hear them all? I saw Hu cavalry across the river, and suddenly there were hundreds of groups.

I started out as a slave, how long will I achieve my merits? When you draw your bow, you should draw it with strength, and when you use arrows, you should use long arrows; when shooting men, you shoot horses first; when you capture thieves, you capture the king first. Killing is also limited, and the country has its own territory.

If you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more? It was raining and snowing while driving the horses, and the army marched into the mountains. I hugged the cold stone in danger, and pointed to the ice.

We have gone to Han Dynasty far away, when will we build the city again? Floating clouds and twilight march to the south, hopeless and unattainable. Shanyu invaded my base, and the wind and dust were dim for hundreds of miles.

The heroic sword moves four or five times, and the other troops run for me. He captured his name and the king returned, tied his neck and taught him the royal gate.

If you are ready to join the ranks, what’s the point of winning once? After serving in the army for more than ten years, how can I do my best without any measure? Everyone wants to get what they want, but they are ashamed to speak the same words.

There is a struggle in the Central Plains, what about Di and Rong? Husband's travels from all over the world, can you say goodbye to poverty? Nine poems sent to the fortress wall from my brother Zhan (with preface) My brother Zhuo Nao was very interested in studying the Luofu with me, and he had the ambition to support the wind and cross the rocks.

He died on the side of Governor Yuan with his hussar. The border wind is beginning to get cold in the corners of the earth, and the sky's singing clouds are beginning to fly.

The flag is in danger of being broken, how can the lonely general rely on him? Send wild geese to invade Hu Yue, startling frost spots the iron clothes. Maybe it's a concubine's dream, one is Da Jinwei? Bian Yue During the Qin Dynasty, a moon shone on Bianzhou for eternity.

The smoke of the wolf moves in vain, and the post fire tower is born in the cold. Guanshan and the arrival of tears, the absence and nostalgia.

The plum blossoms in your hands are hard to send to Longtou. The dust on the edge is separated by three passes, and the yellow dust is accessible from all directions.

The flutes are blowing again, and the moonlight of Han Dynasty is still empty. Chaos still follows the horse, depression and darkness follow the wind.

Don't wipe the general's clothes, leaving some red on his shirt. Corner The night is blowing in the corner, and the iron lock of Xiongguan is opened.

The battlements of the ancient city ring, and the galloping horses return through the frost. Qiang shed tears from the jade plug, and the geese traveling in Tianshan mourned.

Who wouldn’t go to Wangxiang Terrace after hearing this song? Playing the flute on the side of the high city, the moon is shining brightly in the autumn. Hu'er shed tears, Hansai's dragon roared.

The willow trees are broken in sorrow, and the plum blossoms are frightened in their dreams. Wandering around three or five lanes, my heart breaks and I recall the southern expedition.

Bianyan The wild geese are flying across the Golden River, carrying snow across it one after another. The formation is close to the moon, and the sound is broken and the wind is strong.

Hold high the beams of sorrow, fly low to trap the cowardly snares. If you don’t dare to cherish your feathers, why should you write a book? The side horse and the celestial horse respond to the stars in the morning, and the gold is tied to the tiger and the leopard.

The spring grass is short when you are proud of it, but the peach blossoms are new when you are angry. The snow on the Great Wall freezes in the caves, and the hooves wear through the dust of the desert.

Hundreds of battles are fought across rivers, and success is returned to others. Bianliu Sighing at Yangguan Willow, how long will it be green? The spring light cannot be spent, and the green temples have become silk.

Every year I feel sad. Yiyiwan parted.

There are strange trees in my hometown, whose branches are connected day and night. On the edge of the grass, the king and grandson will never return, and the horse's feet will hit the wheel.

The sky is endless for thousands of miles, and people come out of the fortress all the year round. After several golden seas and snows, Jade Guan Chun was nowhere to be seen.

Dreaming about the cold pond alone at night, I miss the white apples and worry about them. Jiangchengzi has flat sand and shallow grass stretching to the sky.

The road is vast, full of ups and downs. Last night the sound of waves washed the bones of the shore like frost.

The story of the heroes of the ages is nothing but emotion and desolation. The young man intends to hide in the middle of the road, seek fame as a king, and sweep the battlefield.

I remember the tears staining my clothes when I hit them. If you want to go up to the public security, the two towers are far away, and you will feel empty and disappointed, crossing Weiyang.

The Sapphire Case: Sad and mistaken for Wucheng Road, carrying blood and tears with nothing to show for it. The half-moon blurs the frost on some trees, the purple flute is low and far away, the green leaves are bright and dim, and the sheep's carriage is faintly visible.

The whale waves are soaked in blue across the river, so the base is rustling and the reeds are in the Pupu. The smoke and water do not know the fault of people. The ship is thousands of miles away, and the sails are lowered. Don't blame the lotus steps. Jiang Chengzi came drunk and danced with long sleeves and crowed chickens.

Tanka line. Terrified.

Northwest China still has a new pavilion. The long sword of the thirty-six peaks is there, the stars are fighting, and the sky is majestic.

In ancient times, many heroes have merged with each other. Sideburns stars.

How could it happen? In the future, I will be granted a title of marquis, and who will be the winner of the compilation?

A handful of tears were shed on the fishing altar, the wind was strong and the rain was heavy. 4. Poems about battle

1. Wang Han's "Liangzhou Ci"

The luminous cup of grape wine, I want to drink the pipa immediately.

Lord Grim is lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?

2. Wang Changling's "Out of the Fortress"

The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty was at the Pass of the Han Dynasty, and the people who had marched thousands of miles have not yet returned.

But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain.

3. Wang Changling's "Military March"

Qinghai is covered with long clouds and dark snow-capped mountains, and the isolated city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.

The yellow sand will wear the golden armor in a hundred battles, and the Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.

4. Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th"

Lying in a lonely village, I don't feel sorry for myself, but I still think about guarding the Luntai for the country.

At night, I lie down listening to the wind and rain, and the iron horse glacier falls into my dream. 5. Ancient poems about ancient generals who went to fight outside the Great Wall and missed their beloved wives at home

Wang Changling's "Seven Poems on the Military March" is the most famous

Sitting alone in the sea breeze at dusk in the Baichi Building in the west of Fenghuo City Autumn.

Blowing the Qiang flute to close the mountains and the moon, no worries about the golden boudoir.

The pipa dances to a new sound, always leaving the old feelings behind.

I can’t stop listening to the excitement while the autumn moon shines on the Great Wall.

The elm leaves in Guancheng are turning yellow early, and the clouds and sand are an ancient battlefield at dusk.

Please return to the army to cover your bones. Do not teach the soldiers to cry for help.

Qinghai is covered by long clouds and covered with snow-capped mountains, and the isolated city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance.

The yellow sand will wear the golden armor in a hundred battles, and the Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.

The desert is windy and dusty, the sun is dim, and the red flag is half-rolled out of the camp gate.

The former army fought in Taohebei at night and reported that Tuyuhun was captured alive.

Purple sweat dropped from the Hu bottle, and the autumn moon clusters in the west of the city broke into pieces.

The Ming Dynasty ordered the star to seal the sword, and Cijun took Loulan overnight.

There are thousands of peaks in Yumen Mountain, and there are always beacons in the north and south of the mountain.

A man garrisoning at a distance must watch the fire, but a horse can't be seen deep in the mountains.

Translation

To the west of the beacon tower stands a high garrison. At dusk, I sit alone on the garrison and let the autumn wind blowing from the lake stir up my fighting spirit. robe. At this time, there was another burst of resentful Qiang flute sound, playing the tune of "Guan Shan Yue", but the sound of the flute added to the longing for his wife thousands of miles away.

The army dances, and the accompaniment of the pipa plays a new sound. No matter how it is renovated, every time the tune of "Guan Shan Yue" is heard, it will always arouse the sadness of the border soldiers who have been away from home for a long time. The complicated music and dance are intertwined with the sadness of homesickness, and the desire and rationality are still chaotic, endless. At this time, the autumn moon shines high on the Great Wall.

The leaves of the elm trees in the border town have already fallen sparsely and turned yellow. In the evening, a battle has just ended. Looking around the battlefield, I can see low dusk clouds and undulating barren hills. The general submitted a petition to the emperor to request his masters so that the bones of the soldiers who died in the battlefield could be transported back to their hometown for burial, and the soldiers could not be saddened to cry over the burial of their comrades in a foreign land.

The steaming clouds and mist rising from Qinghai Lake obscure the entire Qilian Mountains, and the lonely city of Yumenguan can be seen in the distance. The yellow sand is thousands of miles away, and the frequent battles have worn away the armor of the soldiers. They will never return it until the enemy is defeated.

In the desert of Saibei, strong winds were blowing, dust was flying, and the sky was dark. The military situation on the front line was very urgent, and they quickly attacked after receiving the battle report. The vanguard had already launched a fierce battle with the enemy on the north bank of the Tao River last night. They had just heard about the exchange of fire with the enemy, and now the news came that a great victory had been achieved.

The general has a bottle tied to his arm and rides a purple-bodied horse with a heroic appearance; an autumn moon hangs high in the sky west of Suiye City. An urgent military situation came from the border. The emperor sent an envoy to inform the general at starry night and gave Shang Fang a sword to immediately lead his troops to the front line to kill the enemy. The general bowed to the imperial edict and resigned from the capital and rushed to the battlefield. The soldiers used their lives and worked hard to quickly break through the enemy's lair. .

The mountains surrounding Yumen Pass are stacked on top of each other, guarding the northwest frontier of the dynasty like multiple barriers; beacon towers are dotted all over the hills. People guarding the border relied on beacon fire to convey news; there were deep mountains and dense forests, and horses would disappear after running for a while.

The translation comes from Parallel Society, I hope it will be adopted! 6. Ancient poems about war

1. "Two Poems from Liangzhou: One" Tang Dynasty: Wang Han

Original text: A luminous cup of grape wine. If you want to drink pipa, you will be reminded immediately. Lord Don't laugh while lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?

Vernacular interpretation: At the wine feast, the mellow grape wine is filled into exquisite luminous cups. The singers play the fast and cheerful pipa to encourage drinking, thinking that they are about to gallop to the battlefield to kill. Serving the country with the enemy, all the soldiers are full of pride. You have to get drunk today before you can rest. So what if you fall drunk on the battlefield? This time I went on an expedition to serve my country. I originally planned to wrap my body in horse leather, but I didn't plan to come back alive.

2. "The Journey of the Governor of Yanmen" Tang Dynasty: Li He

Original text: Black clouds are pressing down on the city, about to destroy it, and the light of armor opens towards the golden scales of the sun. The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, stuffed with swallow fat and the night is purple. A half-rolled red flag stands near the Yishui River, but the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard. Report your favor on the golden stage, support the Jade Dragon and die for you!

Vernacular interpretation: The enemy soldiers are rolling in like black clouds, trying to destroy the city wall; our army has been under strict treatment, the sun shines on the armor, and a golden light shines. In the autumn colors, the loud military trumpets shake the heaven and earth; the blood of the soldiers turns dark purple in the dark night. The red flag was half-rolled, and the reinforcements rushed to Yishui; the night was cold and frosty, and the drums sounded dull and low. Just to repay the kindness of the king, he holds the sword in hand and regards death as home.

3. "Joining the Army Part 2" Tang Dynasty: Li Bai

Original text: The iron clothes were shattered in hundreds of battles, and the south of the city was heavily surrounded. Breaking out of the camp and shooting General Huyan, he led the remaining soldiers back with thousands of cavalry.

Vernacular interpretation: The iron armor that has been on the battlefield has been broken, and the south of the city is heavily surrounded by enemies. He broke into the camp, shot and killed General Hu Yan, and returned alone with thousands of remaining soldiers.

4. "Joining the Army" Tang Dynasty: Yang Jiong

Original text: The beacon fire shines on Xijing, and I feel uneasy. Yazhang bid farewell to Fengque, and the iron cavalry circled Dragon City. The snow is dark, the flag paintings are withered, and the wind is heavy with the sound of drums. It is better to be a centurion than a scholar.

Vernacular interpretation: The beacon fire shone in Chang'an, Kyoto, and a sense of injustice arose spontaneously. After bidding farewell to the palace, the general left with his military talisman in hand; the enemy attacked the city, and the elite cavalry was extremely brave. The heavy snow fell, and the military flag was eclipsed; the strong wind roared, mixed with the thumping of war drums. I would rather be a low-level officer and fight for the country than be a white-faced scholar who can only write sentences and find chapters.

5. "The Second Song of He Zhang Pu Shooting the Saisai·Part 3" Tang Dynasty: Lu Lun

Original text: The wild geese fly high in the dark moon, and the Chanyu escapes at night. When I want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers my bow and sword.

Vernacular interpretation: The night is quiet and the moon is full of black geese flying high, and the Chan Yu takes advantage of the dark night to escape quietly. Just as he was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up, heavy snow fell on his bows and knives. 7. Poems describing war

Ancient poems describing war 1. When people are sleepless, the generals have white hair and their husbands cry.

(Fan Zhongyan's "The Proud Fisherman") 2. One vigorous effort, then decline, and three times exhaustion. 3. The new energy spreads to the golden watch, and the cold light shines on the iron coat.

("Mulan Poems") 4. Go to Quantai to recruit old troops, and kill Yama with a hundred thousand banners. (Chen Yi's "Meiling Three Chapters") 5. The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, and the night is purple with rouge.

(Li He's "Yanmen Prefect's Journey") 6. Lying down in the late night, listening to the wind and rain, and dreaming of the iron horse glaciers. (Lu You's "Wind and Rain on November 4th") 7. The war continues for three months, and letters from home are worth ten thousand gold.

(Du Fu's "Spring Hope") 8. When you are drunk and look at the sword with the lamp on, you will dream of blowing the trumpet to join the camp. Eight hundred miles away, the people under his command are burning, and the sound of fifty strings turning over the Great Wall.

Autumn draws troops on the battlefield. (Xin Qiji's "Broken Array - Compose a Poem for Chen Tongfu") 9. The broken halberd sinks into the sand and the iron is not sold, but it will be washed away and recognized by the previous dynasty.

(Du Mu's "Red Cliff") 10. A gentleman is in service and does not know the end of his life. ("The Book of Songs - A Gentleman in Service") 11. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation.

(Du Fu's "Spring Hope") 12. ("Zuo Zhuan - Cao GUI's Debate") The woman gave a speech before hearing: Three men garrisoned Yecheng. One man arrived with a letter, and the other two men died in battle.

(Du Fu's "Shi Hao Li") Marching into the Army Wang Changling The long clouds in Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. Yellow sand can wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.

Departure from the fortress Wang Changling, Qin Dynasty, Mingyue, Han Dynasty, the people who marched thousands of miles have not returned. But the flying generals of Dragon City are here, and Hu Ma is not taught to cross the Yin Mountain.

"Marching the Army" Yang Jiong's beacon light shines on Xijing, and he feels uneasy in his heart. Yazhang bid farewell to Fengque, and the iron cavalry circled Dragon City.

The flags are carved in the snow, and the wind makes the sound of drums. It is better to be a centurion than a scholar.

Fifty ancient poems describing war, "Marching in the Army" by Wang Changling. The long clouds in Qinghai darken the snow-capped mountains, and the lonely city looks at Yumen Pass in the distance. Yellow sand can wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.

Out of the fortress. Wang Changling. The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty and the Pass of the Han Dynasty. The people of the long march of thousands of miles have not yet returned. But the flying generals of Longcheng are in, and they do not teach Hu Ma to cross the Yinshan Mountains. "The March of the Army" Yang Jiong Fenghuo Looking at Xijing, I feel uneasy. I am saying farewell to Fengque, and my iron cavalry is circling the Dragon City. Flags and paintings are carved in the dark, and the wind is full of drums. I would rather be a centurion than a scholar. Chen Tao, who traveled to Longxi, vowed to sweep away the Huns without caring about his own safety. , Five thousand mink brocades are mourning Hu Chen. The poor bones by the Wuding River are like people in a boudoir's dream. Wang Han, the poet of Liangzhou, has a luminous cup of peach wine. He wants to drink the pipa immediately. Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many battles have been fought in ancient times. People return. Wang Changling drinks his horse and crosses the autumn water. The water is cold and the wind is like a knife. The sun has not gone out on the flat sand, and he sees Lintao dimly. In the battle of the Great Wall in the past, he said that his spirit was high. The yellow city is as old as the present, and the bones are matted with poles. He joined the army. During the Northern Expedition, Li Yi's Tianshan Mountains were snowed and the sea was windy and cold. The flute was playing everywhere and the journey was difficult. Three hundred thousand people were recruited in Qi'er. I looked back at the middle of the month. The nine relatives who left the fortress went to their hometown and traveled leisurely to Jiaohe. The public affairs are in progress, and the fugitive infant is in trouble.

You are already in Fuji territory, how much can you do if you open one side? Forsake the kindness of parents, swallow your voice and act in disloyalty. The day of departure is far away, and I will not be deceived by travelers.

How can the love of flesh and blood be broken? There is no time for a man to die. The horse takes off its bridle and picks up the black hair in its hand.

I quickly descended Wanrenggang, leaned over and tried to touch the flag. Sharpening the knife and crying for water, the red edge of the water hurts the hand.

I want to relieve the heartache, but my mind has been confused for a long time. The husband has pledged to the kingdom, so why is he angry and regretful? Fame is like a unicorn, but the bones of battle will soon decay.

Sending a disciple off has both longevity and garrisoning far away also has a body. Life and death are moving forward, and the idle officials are angry and angry.

I met an acquaintance on the road, and attached a letter and six relatives. It's a pity that the two are determined, and they no longer share the same hardships! After traveling thousands of miles, you led me to join the three armies.

Would the general prefer to hear all the joys and sorrows in the army? I saw Hu cavalry across the river, and suddenly there were hundreds of groups. I started out as a slave, how long will it take for me to make great achievements? When you draw your bow, you should draw it with strength, and when you use arrows, you should use long arrows; when shooting men, you shoot horses first; when you capture thieves, you capture the king first.

The number of killings is also limited, and the country has its own borders. If you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more people? It was raining and snowing while driving the horses, and the army marched into the mountains.

I am holding a cold stone in my arms, pointing to the ice. We are already far away from Han Dynasty. When will we build the city again? Floating clouds and twilight march to the south, hopeless and unattainable.

The Shanyu invaded my base, and the wind and dust were dim for hundreds of miles. The majestic sword moves four or five times, and the other troops run for me.

He captured his name and the king returned, tied his neck and taught him the gate. Hide yourself and prepare for the battle, but what's the point of winning once? After serving in the army for more than ten years, how can I do my best without any measure? Everyone wants to get what they want, but they are ashamed to speak the same words.

There is a struggle in the Central Plains, but what about Di and Rong? Husband's travels from all over the world, can you say goodbye to poverty? Nine poems are sent from my brother Zhan's fortress (with a preface). My brother Zhuo Nao Jingqi has read Luofu with me, and he has the ambition to support the wind and cross the rocks. He died on the side of Governor Yuan with his hussar.

The coldness of the border wind has begun to settle, and the sky's song clouds have begun to fly. The flag is in danger of being broken, but how can the lonely general rely on him? Send wild geese to invade Hu Yue, startling frost spots the iron clothes.

Maybe it’s a concubine’s dream, one is Da Jinwei? The moon at the edge of the Qin Dynasty was like a moon, shining on the border state for eternity. The white moving wolf smoke is blocked, and the cold is born in the post fire tower.

Guanshan and the arrival of tears, the absence and nostalgia. The plum blossoms are in your hands, but it is difficult to send them to Longtou.

The purple dust on the edge is separated by three passes, and the yellow dust is connected in all directions. The flutes are blowing again, and the moonlight of Han Dynasty is still empty.

Chaos still follows the horse, depression secretly follows the wind. General, don't wipe it off, just leave some red on your shirt.

The night is blowing in every corner, and the iron lock of Xiongguan is opened. The battlements of the ancient city ring, and the galloping horses return through the frost.

The jade plugs shed tears, and the geese traveling in the Tianshan Mountains mourn. Who wouldn't go to Wangxiang Terrace after hearing this song? I went up to the high city while playing the flute, and the autumn moon over the city was shining brightly.

Hu'er shed tears, Hansai and a dragon roared. The willow trees are broken in sorrow, and the plum blossoms are frightened in their dreams.

Wandering around three or five lanes, my heart breaks, recalling the Southern Expedition.

The wild geese are waiting for the golden river, and they are carrying snow across it one after another.

The formation is connected for a small month, and the sound is broken and windy. Hold high the beams of sorrow, and fly low to trap the trap.

If you don’t dare to cherish your feathers, why do you need to write a book? The horses and horses on the side meet the stars in the morning, and the tigers and leopards are covered with gold. The arrogant spring grass is short, and the peach blossoms are new.

The caves are frozen with snow on the Great Wall, and the hooves are pierced by the dust of the desert. Hundreds of battles have been fought across rivers, and success will be returned to others.

Bian Liu sighs at Yang Guan Liu, how long can it be green? The spring light cannot be spent, and the green temples have become silk. Worry every year.

Farewell to Yiyiwan. There are strange trees in my hometown, whose branches are connected day and night.

The king and grandson of Biancao have gone and never come back, and the horse's feet are tied to the wheel. The sky is endless for thousands of miles, and people come out of the fortress all the year round.

After several golden seas and snows, Jade Guanchun was nowhere to be seen. I dream about the cold pond alone at night, I miss the white apples and worry about them.

"Mulan Poetry" in the textbook. Mao Zedong's "Seven Rules: The Long March" If we don't go to war, the enemy kills us with bayonets, and points at our bones and says: "Look, these are slaves!" "Suppose we don't go to war" in the field Do Russians want war? ? Then I invite you to ask about the vast and tranquil farmland and wilderness, as well as the birch and poplar forests.

Please ask the soldiers buried under the birch trees again, and their children will answer you: Do the Russians want war? Not only for the soldiers of their own country who sacrificed in that war, but also for people all over the world to enter their dreams safely. ...Please ask the mothers, ask my wife, you should understand then: Do the Russians want war? Ancient and modern poems describing war. Ancient poems about war: 1. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is springy with deep vegetation.

(Du Fu's "Spring Hope") 2. The war continues for three months. 8. What are the poems that describe "battle"

1. The beauty committed suicide on the bank of Wujiang River, the war burned Chibi Mountain, and the general was empty at Yumen Pass. ——Zhang Kejiu's "The Sound of Selling Flowers·Reminiscence of the Past"

Translation: The beauty Yu Ji committed suicide on the bank of Wujiang River, the war also burned thousands of warships in Chibi, and General Ban Chao died of old age in vain at Yumen Pass.

2. The bright moon of the Qin Dynasty passed through the Han Dynasty, and the people who marched thousands of miles have not yet returned. ——Wang Changling's "Two Poems on Going Out of the Fortress·One"

Translation: It is still the bright moon and border pass in the Qin and Han Dynasties, guarding the border and fighting fiercely against the enemy, and the soldiers who have been recruited for thousands of miles have not returned.

3. One way up the mountain, another way up the water, walking towards the bank of Yuguan, there are thousands of lamps in the night. ——Nalan Xingde's "Sauvignon Blanc·A Journey to the Mountain"

Translation: The soldiers worked tirelessly through mountains and rivers, marching non-stop towards Shanhaiguan. The night was already deep, and thousands of tents were lit with lamps.

4. It is better to be a centurion than a scholar. ——Yang Jiong's "Walking in the Army"

Translation: I would rather be a centurion and charge into battle than be a scholar holding on to my pen and inkstone.

5. The Qiang tubes are covered with frost, people can’t sleep, and the generals’ hair is white and their husbands are in tears. ——Fan Zhongyan's "The Fisherman's Proud Autumn Thoughts"

Translation: The flute is playing, the weather is cold, and the ground is covered with frost and snow. It was late at night, and the soldiers could not sleep peacefully: the general's beard and hair turned white because of military affairs; the soldiers guarded the border for a long time and shed tears when they were injured.

6. There are three hundred and sixty days in a year, and most of them are on horseback. ——Qi Jiguang's "Making on Horseback"

Translation: I spent three hundred and sixty days of the year on the battlefield carrying weapons and riding a war horse.

7. Wu Gexi was beaten by a rhinoceros armor, and his car was in the wrong position and he was caught in close combat. ——Qu Yuan's "National Memorial"

Translation: The warrior holds Wu Ge and wears rhinoceros armor, and the enemy's and our chariots interlock with each other with swords.

8. The grass in the dark forest is trembling with the wind, and the general draws his bow at night. ——Lu Lun, "The Second Song of Shooting the Sea with Zhang Pu·Part 2"

Translation: The dark wind and grass in the forest are startling, and the general's arrows and bows show his bravery at night.

9. The dark clouds are pressing down on the city to destroy it, and the light of armor opens towards the golden scales of the sun. ——Li He's "Yanmen Prefect's Journey"

Translation: The enemy soldiers are rolling in, like rolling black clouds, trying to destroy the city wall; since our army has been under strict treatment, the sun shines on the armor, and a golden light shines.

10. Suddenly there was a message from Jibei outside the sword, and my clothes were filled with tears when I first heard it. ——Du Fu "Hearing that the Imperial Army Recaptured Henan and Hebei"

Translation: The news of the recapture of Jibei suddenly spread outside Jianmen. When I first heard about it, I was extremely happy and shed tears on my clothes.

Du Fu "Wen Guanjun took over Henan and Hebei"

Suddenly it was heard outside the sword that Jibei was taken over. When I first heard about it, my clothes were filled with tears.

But seeing where his wife was worried, she filled the book with poetry and she was filled with joy.

During the day, you have to sing and drink, and you can return home with your youth.

That is to say, it passes through Wu Gorge from Ba Gorge and then goes down to Xiangyang to Luoyang.

Translation: The news of the recapture of Jibei suddenly spread outside Jianmen. When I first heard about it, I was extremely happy and shed tears on my clothes. Looking back at my wife and children, my worries immediately dissipated, and I casually packed up my poems and books, feeling ecstatic. The sun shines, I sing loudly and drink wine, and the bright spring light accompanies me back to my hometown. Quickly set off from Chengba Gorge through Wu Gorge. After passing through Xiangyang, I went straight to Luoyang.

Note: Wen: heard. Official army: refers to the army of the Tang Dynasty. Jianwai: South of Jianmenguan, this refers to Sichuan. Jibei: Generally refers to the area around Youzhou and Jizhou in the Tang Dynasty. It is the northern part of Hebei today and is the base area of ??the Anshi rebels. Tears (tì): tears. But look: look back. Wife: Wife and children.

Where is the worry: Where is there any sadness? The sorrow has disappeared.

Li He's "Yanmen Prefect's Journey"

Black clouds are pressing down on the city, threatening to destroy it, and the armor's light shines towards the sun's golden scales.

The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, stuffed with swallow fat and the night is purple.

The half-rolled red flag is near the Yishui River, and the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard.

Report your favor on the golden stage, support the Jade Dragon and die for you!

Translation: The enemy soldiers are rolling in like black clouds, trying to destroy the city wall; our army has been waiting hard, the sun shines on the armor, and a golden light shines. In the autumn colors, the loud military trumpets shake the heaven and earth; the blood of the soldiers turns dark purple in the dark night. The red flag was half-rolled, and the reinforcements rushed to Yishui; the night was cold and frosty, and the drums sounded dull and low. Just to repay the kindness of the king, he holds the sword in hand and regards death as home.

Notes: ⑴ Yanmen Taishou Xing: the name of the ancient Yuefu tune. Yanmen, the name of the county. Ancient Yanmen County was located approximately in the northwest of present-day Shanxi Province and was the border area between the Tang Dynasty and the northern Turkic tribes. ⑵Black cloud: This describes the overwhelming smoke and dust of war, which permeates the border town and creates a very tense atmosphere. destroy. Armor light: refers to the flash of armor facing the sun. Golden scales: It means like golden fish scales. This sentence describes the tense atmosphere and critical situation when the enemy is approaching the city. ⑶A light: The light that armor shines against the sun. Armor refers to armor and battle clothes. Xiangri: Facing the sun. There is also a version written as "Xiang Yue". Xiang: towards, facing. Golden Scales: (Armor) sparkling like golden fish scales. Gold: Gold-like color and luster. Open: open, spread. ⑷Horn: A kind of wind instrument in the ancient army, mostly made of animal horns. It was also the horn in the ancient army. ⑸ Stuff it with swallow fat to condense into night purple: Yanzhi, that is, rouge, here refers to the twilight when stuffed with soil, it looks like rouge condensed. Night purple appears dark purple in the twilight. Condensate, condense. "Yanzhi" and "Yezi" allude to the blood stains on the battlefield. 9. Poems about battle

Bai Xuege sends Magistrate Wu back to the capital. Author: Cen Shen The north wind blows and the white grass breaks, and the snow falls in August.

Suddenly a spring breeze came overnight, and thousands of pear trees bloomed. It scatters into the bead curtain and wets the Luo curtain, and the fox fur is not warm and the brocade quilt is thin.

The general's horn and bow cannot be controlled, and the guard's iron coat is cold and cold. The vast sea is covered with thousands of feet of ice, and the gloomy clouds condense thousands of miles away.

The Chinese army prepares wine and drinks for the returning guests, playing fiddles, lutes, and flutes. Snow falls one after another on the camp gate, and the red flag is blown by the wind and does not turn over due to the freezing cold.

I saw you off at the east gate of Luntai. When you left, the Tianshan Road was covered with snow. You can't see me when you turn around the mountain loop, leaving horses in the sky above the snow to fight in the south of the city. Last year's battle was in Sangqianyuan. This year's battle is on Conghe Road. Washing the troops on the waves on the sea, letting horses go to the grass in the snow in Tianshan Mountain. The three armies have aged in the long march of thousands of miles. Fierce slaves Killing is used for farming, and since ancient times, it has been a field of yellow sand with bones. The Qin family built a city and prepared barracks, and the Khan family still had beacon fires burning. The beacon fires are burning forever and there is no time to fight. In the field, the defeated horses howl to the sky in sorrow. Birds and doves peck at each other. Human intestines fly up with dead branches. The soldiers are smeared in the grass, and the generals are in vain. They know that weapons are murderous weapons, and saints cannot use them. Lifen's subordinates burn fifty strings and turn over the battlefield outside the fortress. Lu Fei, who is made of soldiers and horses at the autumn point, bows quickly like a thunderbolt string, startling the king. All the affairs in the world won him fame before and after his death. Poor white people left the fortress before the incident. Nine relatives went to their hometown, and went to Jiaohe leisurely.

The public family has its own agenda, and the desperate baby is in trouble. You are already in Fuji territory, how much can you do if you open one side? Forsake the kindness of parents, swallow your voice and act in disloyalty.

The day of departure is far away, so I won’t be deceived by travelers. How can the love between flesh and blood be broken? There is no time for a man to die.

The horse takes off its bridle and picks up the black hair in its hand. Jie descended Wanrenggang, leaned over and tried to touch the flag.

Sharpening the knife and crying for water, the red edge of water hurts the hand. I want to lighten my heartache, but my mind has been confused for a long time.

The husband has pledged to the kingdom, so why is he angry and sad? Fame is like a unicorn, but the bones of battle will soon decay. There is a long way to send disciples off, and there is also a body to garrison far away.

Life and death are moving forward, and the idle officials are angry and angry. I met an acquaintance on the road, and attached a letter and six relatives.

What a pity that the two are determined, no longer the same hardships! After traveling thousands of miles, you led me to join the three armies. There are different joys and sorrows in the army, would the commander-in-chief rather hear them all? I saw Hu cavalry across the river, and suddenly there were hundreds of groups.

I started out as a slave, how long will I achieve my merits? When you draw your bow, you should draw it with strength, and when you use arrows, you should use long arrows; when shooting men, you shoot horses first; when you capture thieves, you capture the king first. Killing is also limited, and the country has its own territory.

If you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more? It was raining and snowing while driving the horses, and the army marched into the mountains. I hugged the cold stone in danger, and pointed to the ice.

We have gone to Han Dynasty far away, when will we build the city again? Floating clouds and twilight march to the south, hopeless and unattainable. Shanyu invaded my base, and the wind and dust were dim for hundreds of miles.

The heroic sword moves four or five times, and the other troops run for me. He captured his name and the king returned, tied his neck and taught him the royal gate.

If you are ready to join the ranks, what’s the point of winning once? After serving in the army for more than ten years, how can I do my best without any measure? Everyone wants to get what they want, but they are ashamed to speak the same words. There is a struggle in the Central Plains, what about Di and Rong? Husband's travels from all over the world, can you say goodbye to poverty? Nine poems sent to the fortress wall from my brother Zhan (with preface) My brother Zhuo Nao was very interested in studying the Luofu with me, and he had the ambition to support the wind and cross the rocks.

He died on the side of Governor Yuan with his hussar. The border wind is beginning to get cold in the corners of the earth, and the sky's singing clouds are beginning to fly.

The flag is in danger of being broken, how can the lonely general rely on him? Send wild geese to invade Hu Yue, startling frost spots the iron clothes. Maybe it's a concubine's dream, one is Da Jinwei? Bian Yue During the Qin Dynasty, a moon shone on Bianzhou for eternity.

The smoke of the wolf moves in vain, and the post fire tower is born in the cold. Guanshan and the arrival of tears, the absence and nostalgia.

The plum blossoms in your hands are hard to send to Longtou. The dust on the edge is separated by three passes, and the yellow dust is accessible from all directions.

The flutes are blowing again, and the moonlight of Han Dynasty is still empty. Chaos still follows the horse, depression and darkness follow the wind.

Don't wipe the general's clothes, leaving some red on his shirt. Corner The night is blowing in the corner, and the iron lock of Xiongguan is opened.

The battlements of the ancient city ring, and the galloping horses return through the frost. Qiang shed tears from the jade plug, and the geese traveling in Tianshan mourned.

Who wouldn’t go to Wangxiang Terrace after hearing this song? Playing the flute on the side of the high city, the moon is shining brightly in the autumn. Hu'er shed tears, Hansai's dragon roared.

The willow trees are broken in sorrow, and the plum blossoms are frightened in their dreams. Wandering around three or five lanes, my heart breaks and I recall the southern expedition.

Bianyan The wild geese are flying across the Golden River, carrying snow across it one after another. The formation is close to the moon, and the sound is broken and the wind is strong.

Hold high the beams of sorrow, fly low to trap the cowardly snares. If you don’t dare to cherish your feathers, why should you write a book? The side horse and the celestial horse respond to the stars in the morning, and the gold is tied to the tiger and the leopard.

The spring grass is short when you are proud of it, but the peach blossoms are new when you are angry. The snow on the Great Wall freezes in the caves, and the hooves wear through the dust of the desert.

Hundreds of battles are fought across rivers, and success is returned to others. Bianliu Sighing at Yangguan Willow, how long will it be green? The spring light cannot be spent, and the green temples have become silk.

Every year I feel sad. Yiyiwan parted.

There are strange trees in my hometown, whose branches are connected day and night. On the edge of the grass, the king and grandson will never return, and the horse's feet will hit the wheel.

The sky is endless for thousands of miles, and people come out of the fortress all the year round. After several golden seas and snows, Jade Guan Chun was nowhere to be seen.

Dreaming about the cold pond alone at night, I miss the white apples and worry about them. Jiangchengzi has flat sand and shallow grass stretching to the sky.

The road is vast, full of ups and downs. Last night the sound of waves washed the bones of the shore like frost.

The story of the heroes of the ages is nothing but emotion and desolation. The young man intends to hide in the middle of the road, seek fame as a king, and sweep the battlefield.

I remember the tears staining my clothes when I hit them. If you want to go up to the public security, the two towers are far away, and you will feel empty and disappointed, crossing Weiyang.

The Sapphire Case: Sad and mistaken for Wucheng Road, carrying blood and tears with nothing to show for it. The half-moon blurs the frost on some trees, the purple flute is low and far away, the green leaves are bright and dim, and the sheep's carriage is faintly visible.

The whale waves are soaked in blue across the river, so the base is rustling and the reeds are in the Pupu. The smoke and water do not know the fault of people. The ship is thousands of miles away, and the sails are lowered. Don't blame the lotus steps. Jiang Chengzi came drunk and danced with long sleeves and crowed chickens.

Tanka line. Terrified.

Northwest China still has a new pavilion. The long sword of the thirty-six peaks is there, the stars are fighting, and the sky is majestic.

In ancient times, many heroes have merged with each other. Sideburns stars.

How could it happen? In the future, I will be granted a title of marquis, and who will be the winner of the compilation?

A handful of tears were shed on the fishing altar, the wind was strong and the rain was heavy.