Poems with knives describe domineering.

The poem about Tao's domineering is 1. What are the poems about swords?

1, air knife and frost sword are strictly forced; How long will it last? -Cao Qingxue Qin's Song of Burying Flowers

2. Stones like swords —— Random thoughts of Tang Bai Juyi when he first entered the gorge

3, the empty mountain sword platform-Tang Bai Juyi's "Youfangkou Hanging Springs on the Stone" is Henan Yin. 》

4. I drew my sword and sharpened my sword stone today-Tang Yili's Six Nights of Drinking Horses and Grinding My Sword Stone in the Army.

5. Today, I draw a sword and draw a sword stone-Tang Yili "Fire is bright and blue, and a bird calls itself the soul of Shu Emperor. 》

6, long purlin like a sword-Tang Du Fu's Painting the Stork

7. Makes my heart ached —— Qin Yuan Chun by Zhang Jixian in Song Dynasty

8. Selling swords to buy cattle-Song Hongzikui's Qinyuanchun Drinking Horses and Fairy Pond.

9. Selling Swords in Bohai Sea-Song Dai Yi's "Selling Swords in Bohai Sea"

10, the sword goes to the calf —— Vae Zhong Ming's "Water Sculptures and Songs Head Office Zhongxing Zuo"

1. Fighting alone for a thousand miles, he can hold a large group of people with his naked dagger.

I have a sword, from Kunwu Creek. According to people like water, cutting jade like mud.

3. Wan Li Zen is broken, and the beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow.

4. The sword leans against the sky. Who asked? Everyone can laugh, there is China in the northwest!

Don't laugh when you are bleak, leave your sword to lean on the sky.

6. I am willing to put my sword under my waist and cut Loulan straight.

7. After ten years of grinding a sword, the frost blade has never been tried.

8. I want to cut the three-foot sword of Loulan and hate the old pipa.

9. I can make a sword with my heart and mistake Qingfeng for a beauty.

2. What are the more domineering poems?

China's most domineering poems (incisive, hearty and dripping) are as follows:

My smile goes from the horizontal knife to the sky and stays in the liver and gallbladder.

Rise from the mountain and be angry with the world!

Everything is born to support people, and no one can repay the sky.

Gold is like dirt, and courage is like iron.

Ride across the cliff and shoot Hu Yue with a bow.

A man's head is a wine glass, and he drinks all the blood of hatred.

Whip generously to the Central Plains, not for revenge, not for kindness.

I just feel that the sky is falling, and I want to save Yuanyuan with my bare hands.

Ten years of sorrow, the mountain is like a sick ape.

I'm still bitter if I don't pay people. There are cries everywhere in the southeast.

Endure to make the national clothes fall to the glory of the emperor, and return the heroes of the Central Plains to my rivers and mountains.

A seven-scholar, father and son explore flowers.

Eat Land Rover meat when hungry, laugh, and drink Hun blood when thirsty.

The wind of the world, out of our generation, into the rivers and lakes, was destroyed by years.

When talking and laughing, you can't get drunk tonight!

Live and be a man among men; Die and become the soul in the soul.

The endless trees are rustling leaves, and the Yangtze River is rolling unpredictably.

Looking back, how powerful he was when he led the Northern Expedition and recovered lost ground!

It makes it strong, the breeze blows the hills, it passes through it, and the moon shines on the river.

Trembling clothes, Wan Li flow.

After ten years of grinding a sword, frost and cold have never tried.

Watch the door, forget about James Zhang and wait for Dugan.

Better be a real villain than a hypocrite.

Generous Yan city, calmly do Chu prison, lead the knife into the fast, do not raise your head!

Anyone who makes a strong man will be punished at a distance.

The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow.

Oh, how can I bow and scrape to those in high places and those in high places? A person who will never be seen with a sincere face.

The endless plains are dotted with drooping stars. The moon runs with the river.

Looking at Jinsong in the dusk, flying around is still very calm.

I am like a chariot catcher, singing phoenix songs and laughing at Kong Qiu.

But don't call Humadu Yinshan to let Longcheng fly.

Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

The above is for reference.