Domineering military poems

Domineering military poems are as follows:

First, "Xia Sai Qu"

The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass.

Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality.

The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night.

I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country.

Second, "join the army"

It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war.

If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.

Great men, strong men and lean men are all famous in history.

Third, "Wild Goose Gate Taishouxing"

Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold.

In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.

The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy.

I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death.

Fourth, "Ge Yanxing"

The northeast border of China is shrouded in smoke and dust. In order to repel the barbaric invaders, our generals left their families.

Stride forward together, looking like heroes should watch, and received the emperor's most cordial favor.

Fir and gold were cut into drums under Guan Yu, and flags lingered among the stones.

Until their captain in Shahai gave the order with feathers, the hunting fire of the Tatar chieftain flashed along the Wolf Mountain.

The highlands and rivers on the outer border were cold and desolate, but soon the barbarians' horses ran wild in the wind and rain.

Half of us were killed at the front, but the other half are still alive, and the beautiful girls are still singing and dancing for them at the camp.

When autumn ended on the gray beach, the grass withered, and a few surviving observers were by the lonely wall at sunset.

Serve the just cause and despise life and enemies. However, despite what they have done, Elm Street is still unsafe.

Still on the front line, the real armor was worn and beaten thin, and the wife at home was crying.

Still in this southern city, the young wife's heart is broken, while the soldiers on the northern border are looking forward to going home in vain.

The wind is blowing, and in the place of death and blue void, there is nothing ahead.

Three times a day, the dark clouds of slaughter rose over the camp. All night, the drums on the hour trembled and gave a cold rumble.

Until the white sword is seen again, spattered with red blood, when death becomes a responsibility, who will stop to think about fame?

However, when it comes to the hardships of desert war, today we will mention Li, a great general who lived a long time ago.