Year: Tang Author: Gao Shi

End floating clouds and join the army.

And with the anger of the son of heaven, you must follow the general.

Thousands of drums and thunder, thousands of flags and fires.

Sun gear is in frost, and the moon hangs a bow.

Qinghai cloud turns, and Montenegro soldiers rush.

The war is too high and too high, and the head is empty after the war.

Wan Li is willing to die, but once he succeeds.

Draw a picture of Kirin Pavilion and enter Mingguang Palace.

Laughing at the scribes is poor and white.

The ancients did not know this and often became old people.

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Year: Tang Author: Gao Shi

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.

They walked through the elm pass with the sound of gongs and drums. They waved a row of flags around the stone tablet.

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.

In autumn, the desert is full of grass, the sun sets, and there are only a few surviving watchmen by the lonely wall.

When you meet your enemy, you will despise him. However, despite what they have done, Elm Street is still not safe.

Still in the front line, the real clothes are thin, and it's time for Bai Weiling to look after his departure.

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 cut off our progress, and there was nothing ahead in the place of death and blue void.

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.