An old battle song-Li Jie. During the day, the beacon tower climbing the mountain observes and gives an alarm, and at night, the horse leads the horse to the riverside. The dark wind blew bursts of sounds, like the pipa of a princess in the Han Dynasty, full of hidden grievances. Camp in Wan Li without battlements until the thick sky joins the vast desert in the snow. The sorrowful Hu Yanyan flew through the air, and HUS soldiers were all in tears. It is said that Yumenguan has blocked the road, so the soldiers can only follow the general around. Every year we bury our bones in the desert and watch Pu Tao enter the Han family.
Military career-Wang Changling. There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
Guan Shanyue-Li Bai. A bright moon rises from Qilian Mountain and crosses the vast sea of clouds. The mighty wind blew Wan Li and crossed Yumen Pass. At that time, Han soldiers pointed at the mountain road, and Tubo coveted the vast territory of Qinghai. This is a land of wars in past dynasties, and few soldiers can survive. The garrison soldier looked at the remote border town, and his hometown could not help but look sad. The soldier's wife looked at the tower and lamented when she would see her relatives far away.
Stuff six songs (choose one)-Li Bai. 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.
Wang Jimen-Zuyong. Shocked to see out, China people tremble with fear, the original Korean army camp. Snow covered the cold, cold brightness, and the frontier light shone on the flag. The fire on the battlefield, Hu Yue's mountains and clouds stand on the sea like the Great Wall. Although young people don't like joining the army, I want to learn to volunteer for academic fame.
Nine Poems (Choose One)-Du Fu. The bow should be the hardest, and the archer should shoot the longest. Shooters should shoot horses, and leaders should catch their leaders. There is a limit to killing people, and all countries have national boundaries. As long as we can stop the enemy's invasion, is it possible to fight and kill more people?
Early autumn in the military city of Yanwu. The bleak autumn wind was involved in the garrison last night; Looking around, I saw the bright moon in the west and Leng Yun rolling. Repeatedly ordered brave soldiers to chase the enemy and not let a horse escape from the battlefield.
On the night cry on the wall of the birthday party--li yi. The sand in front of Lefeng is as white as snow, and the moonlight outside the city is like autumn frost. I don't know where the bleak reed flute blows and I look at my hometown all night.
Next song-lulun. In the dark forest, the grass was suddenly blown by the wind, and the wind was rustling. The general thought that the beast was coming and immediately pulled out the arrow. The next morning, he found that his white arrow was not in the stone. That night, the black geese flew very high, and Khan quietly escaped during the night. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives.