Ancient poems about generals

Song of Running the Horse Farewell to the General of the Western Expedition Feng-Don Cen Can.

Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven.

On the night of the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower and the valley, and the valley was full of broken boulders like pecking rice, which went down and forward with the wind.

Despite the dust, the Tatar horse fat, the west of the Jinshan Mountain, and the gathering of smoke and dust, Oh, general of China's army, start your campaign! .

Wear your armor all night and let your soldiers March with rumbling weapons! And the sharp tip of the wind cuts his face like a knife.

The sweat of snow evaporates on horseback, freezing the pattern of five-flowered coins, your challenge from the camp, and the ink bottle from the ice.

It has cooled the heart of the barbarian leader, and you will no longer need a real battle! We are waiting for the news of victory in Xiguan! .

Wild Prosperity —— Song Luyou

Green vegetables in Redmi are a wonderful home, and neighbors can have a cup of tea.

Shexi is getting closer and closer, and the wind in the north of Hong Kong is oblique.

It's better to have leisure and company, but it's better under the eaves than for the elderly to be homeless.

At the age of 70, I was still in shock, and I came back to see the crows at dusk when I was collecting medicine.

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Reuters has clear waves, mountains and green walls.

The door of the exhibition hall is open, so you can enter from here.

Miscellaneous Poems —— Tang Wangwei

You have just come from our hometown, and we must understand the world.

Did the plum blossom when you came to the engraved window of my house?

Out of the Fortress —— Don Wang Changling

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

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

Song of Running the Horse River is a poem written by a poet in the Tang Dynasty to bid farewell to Feng, a general of the Western Expedition. This poem captures the scenery with border characteristics to describe the danger of the environment, thus setting off the fearless heroism of the foot soldiers. At the beginning, I tried my best to render the environment bad and the wind and sand covered the sky; He also wrote that Xiongnu was invaded by Ma Zhuang, and General Feng was not afraid of the cold and was ready for battle. Finally, write that the enemy is frightened and wish Tang Jun great success. Although the poem describes the battle, it mainly describes the cold, suggesting the great achievements of fighting in the snow. The statement is heroic, like the wind, real and moving. The whole poem uses rhyme, three turns, rapid and powerful rhythm, vigorous and unique.

Original text:

Look, how fast the Benma River runs to Xue Hai! And sand, from the desert, yellow flies to heaven.

On the night of the ninth month, there was a cold wind blowing in the wheel tower and the valley, and the valley was full of broken boulders like pecking rice, which went down and forward with the wind.

Despite the dust, the Tatar horse fat, the west of the Jinshan Mountain, and the gathering of smoke and dust, Oh, general of China's army, start your campaign! .

Wear your armor all night and let your soldiers March with rumbling weapons! And the sharp tip of the wind cuts his face like a knife.

The sweat of snow evaporates on horseback, freezing the pattern of five-flowered coins, your challenge from the camp, and the ink bottle from the ice.

It has cooled the heart of the barbarian leader, and you will no longer need a real battle! We are waiting for the news of victory in Xiguan! .

Haven't you seen it? The vast Zoumachuan is near the edge of Xue Hai, and the endless yellow sand connects the sky. In September, the wind roared on the wheel platform all night. The gravel in Zoumachuan was as big as a bucket, and the wind blew the bucket full of stones. At this time, Xiongnu grass was lush and fat, and smoke invaded Shanxi. The generals of the Han family led their troops to the west. The general does not take off his armor at night. In the middle of the night, the marching spears collided with each other, and the cold wind blew in his face like a knife. The hair of the horse was covered with snowflakes and sweaty, and the body of the streaky horse suddenly turned into ice, and the ink written on the camp screen was frozen. When the enemy heard that the army was going out, he was frightened. Anticipating that he wouldn't dare to hand-to-hand combat with us, I waited for the good news at Simon, the automobile engineer.