. In the wind and sand of the desert, beside the rain and snow of the Great Wall. The clouds are near Jieshi, and Korea is hidden among the waves. ——Gao Shi's "Poems of the Shogunate of King Xin'an"

. The moon shines on the yellow sand moraine, and the air-dried white grassland. ——Wang Gong's "Under the Fortress"

. In the frosty desert, the partridges are about to deflect in the wind. ——Bai Pu's "Standing on Horses to Listen to the Blowing"

. The ground is cold and the clouds are swallowing up the desert, and the spring rain is crossing the river and entering Wu. ——Fang Qian's "Ink on Turquoise"

Looking north to the desert, the sky is covered with snow. ——Gao Shi's "Rewarding Pei Yuanwai with Poems as Letters"

. Let's explore the tiger's den and head towards the desert, whipping and riding horses to reach the Yellow River. ——Li Bai "Farewell to the Eleventh Brother, Ti Pei and Thirteenth Tour of the Fortress"

. In the wind and sand of the desert, beside the rain and snow of the Great Wall. ——Gao Shi's "Poems of the Shogunate of King Xin'an"

. When I was young, I went to the countryside and raised my voice in the desert. ——Cao Zhi's "White Horse"

. Snow falls in the desert mountains, and the grass on the Great Wall blooms. ——Lu Lun, "Sending Judge Liu to Fengzhou"

. What's the point of gathering in the mountains and forests? The desert is full of evil and will destroy the opportunity. ——Yue Fei's "Inscription on Cuiyan Temple"

. The desert is poor and covered with grass in autumn, and the lonely city is full of soldiers at sunset. ——Gao Shi's "Yan Ge Xing"

. The sand in the desert is like snow, and the moon in Yanshan Mountain is like a hook. ——Li He's "Horse Poems"

. The desert is windy and dusty, the sun is dim, and the red flag is half-rolled out of the camp gate. ——Wang Changling's "Army March"

. There are no city walls in the wild clouds, and rain and snow cover the desert one after another. ——Li Qi's "Ancient Military Journey"

. The sound of geese is heard at the head of the white grassland, and the light of horse hooves is heard in the yellow sand moraine. ——Tan Shao's "Picture of Jurchen Hunting and Riding: Hearing the Sound of Wild Geese at the Head of the White Grassland"

.Walking into the cold desert at night, far away from the ancient Great Wall. ——Fang Hui's "Thirty Miscellaneous Poems of Late Autumn: Coming out of the Miasma Ridge at Three Years Old"

. The beacon fire shakes the desert, and the sweet spring clouds shine continuously. ——Li Bai's "Six Songs under the Sea"

. The sand is flat and connected to the white clouds, and the yellow clouds are rolled into it. ——Wang Wei's "Send Judge Zhang to Hexi"

. At dusk in the desert, the sound of war is in the smoke. ——Wang Wei's "Army March·Blowing the Trumpet to Move the Travelers"

. The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river. ——Wang Wei's "Envoy to the Fortress"

Poems describing the Gobi Desert: Poems of the Shogunate of King Xin'an Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Gao Shi In the Yunjixuan Dynasty, Xinggao Taibai Year. The temple consults on the best policy, and the shogunate controls the central authority. The Panshi vassal was strong, and the ceremony and music were promoted to the altar first. The national seal is honored with the seal and ribbon, and the official uniform is honored with Diao Chan. Le Shan Jing is deeply virtuous, losing loyalty is profound. Cut the tung light and favor the tin, and inscribe the sword with beauty and steadfastness. Saint Zuo has great ambitions and great ambitions, and his teacher is loyal and virtuous. The seventh school of Thunder was sent out, and the fifth battalion of Jingzhao was sent out. The province of Hua recruited a group of heroes, and Shuangtai promoted two sages. How can Yi Gong look far away? He was once a great talent. He also practiced the art of Tao and seals, as well as the banquet of calligraphy and calligraphy. The statue of Emperor Silin in the Pavilion, and the chapter on the cypress beam presented by the minister. Zhenyu ascends to Liaodian, and the golden calendar smells of thistles. Flying feathers cross the river, and sail across the sea. The Northern Expedition is approaching, and the Eastern Expedition is dedicated. Talk about the noise of the army in Zhuoye, but expect the enemy to stay in peace. The army adheres to the three strategies, and the troops are fighting from the nine heavens. When I went to the court to give the ax, I listened to the whirling of the sword. In the wind and sand of the desert, beside the rain and snow of the Great Wall. The clouds are near Jieshi, and Korea is hidden among the waves. The night wall rises high, and the cold sky is full of colors. Leaning on the bow and the black rabbit moon, drinking from the Mabailang River. The common people are in harmony with each other, and the common people are hanging upside down. The surrounding suburbs are becoming more beautiful, and there is no wind and smoke for thousands of miles. Written by Guan Sai Hongxun, it ranks first in Jinghua. After the plum blossoms are blowing, the spring scenery is singing triumphantly. The straight way always helps, the humble talent only gives up. The trailing train has been completed sincerely, but it is still sad to cast the pen. The author of Fu was the same as Yuan Shu, and the poet Zhongxuan was good at poetry. There is no hope in the sky, and there is no desire to look up to the gods.

Poems describing the Gobi Desert: Military marches in ancient times Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Li Qi Climbing mountains to watch the beacon fire during the day, drinking horses by the Jiaohe River at dusk.

Pedestrians are fighting in the wind and sand, and Princess Pipa is full of resentments.

There are no city walls in the wild clouds, and rain and snow cover the desert one after another.

Hu Yan flew away every night crying, and Hu Er shed tears.

If you hear that the jade gate is still covered, you should throw your life away.

Every year the bones of the war are buried outside, but it is rare to see the sweet apple entering the Han family.

Poems describing the Gobi Desert: Six Songs under the Sai Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Li Bai Part 1

In May, there is snow in the mountains, no flowers, only cold.

I heard the broken willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery.

Fight with the golden drum at dawn, sleep with the jade saddle in your arms at night.

I am willing to put my sword down from my waist and kill Loulan directly.

Second

The heavenly soldiers descended to the northern wasteland, and Hu Ma wanted to drink from the south.

Hengge has fought hundreds of battles, and has been honored with great favor.

Dining on the sea with snow in hand, sleeping on a long head with brushed sand.

How can one defeat the Yueshi and then rest easy?

Third

The horse is soaring like the wind and whips out of the Wei Bridge.

Bending the bow to bid farewell to the moon of Han Dynasty, inserting feathers to break the arrogance of heaven.

When the formation is resolved, the stars are gone, and the fog in the air and sea in the camp disappears.

Successfully painted Lin Pavilion, unique to Huo whoring and Yao.

Fourth

The white horse and the golden plug, the clouds and sand surround the dream.

It was a sad day, and I recalled the border town far away.

The autumn windows are full of fireflies, and the frost is late every month.

Destroying the sycamore leaves, Xiao Sasha tang branches.

I can't see you all the time, and I know that I am empty when I shed tears.

Fifth

Sailu took advantage of the fall of autumn, and the heavenly troops came out of the Han family.

The general divides the tiger bamboo, and the soldier sleeps on the dragon sand.

The moon follows the shadow of the bow, and Hu Shuang brushes the sword flowers.

Jade pass has not yet been entered, *** don’t sigh.

Part 6

The beacon fire shook the desert and illuminated the sweet spring clouds.

The Emperor raised his sword and summoned General Li.

The military energy is in harmony in the sky, and the sound of drums can be heard at the bottom of the mountain.

Be brave and courageous, and fight to eliminate the evil atmosphere.

Poems describing the Gobi Desert: Under the Fortress Dynasty: Ming Dynasty | Author: Wang Gong Thousands of horses are prepared for the danger of autumn, and murderous intent is faint on three sides. Two wild geese are singing, and the drums are beating and the soldiers are stationed at night.

The moon shines on the yellow sand moraine and the air-dried white grassland. Holding the three-foot sword in vain, the white head has not received the favor.

Poems describing the Gobi Desert: Envoys to the Fortress Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Wang Wei The bicycle wants to ask about the border, but the country it belongs to has passed Juyan.

Zheng Peng left Hansai, returned to Yan and entered Hutian.

The lonely smoke in the desert is straight, and the sun is setting over the long river.

Whenever Xiao Guan rides, he always protects Yan Ran.

Poems describing the Gobi Desert: Ink and Turquoise Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Fang Qian The three generations of masters are unparalleled in the world, and the messiness of the pen shows the skill.

The cliffs are dark when the weather is over, and the shrubs are dry and light.

The ground is cold and the clouds are swallowing up the desert, and the spring rain is flowing across the river into Wu.

Lan Tang sat there for a long time and was confused, not knowing that the mountains and rivers were just pictures.

Poems describing the Gobi Desert: Leaving farewell to the eleventh brother, Ti and Pei Shisan, visiting the fortress. Dynasty: Tang Dynasty | Author: Li Bai Grand Duke Weichuan water, Li Si went to Caimen.

Fishing Zhou and hunting Qin An and Li Yuan are nothing to say about small fish and rabbits.

The sky is full of clouds and there is a certain season. I, my disciple, should not sigh and touch the feudal lord.

In Gongbaishou Daliangye, it makes people feel disappointed.

Now that I know that Zhu Hai is a strong man, I am willing to keep my mind at ease.

Qin, Zhao and Hu are fighting for blood in the Central Plains. We should go to Baoguan to save the young master.

Pei Sheng has read through the ages, and Long Luan Bing has written articles.

The rain and snow stirred the forest trees with sad chants, and I put down my books and dropped my swords in the high hall.

I would like to give you a glass of wine to brush your fur with frost.

You dance for me, I sing for you.

Let’s explore the tiger’s den and head into the desert, whipping and riding horses across the Yellow River.

It is shameful to say goodbye to Yi Shui, and Linqi bursts into tears.