I have Kun Wu Jian, and I beg the court.

Bai Hong cuts jade, and the purple air dries the night star.

Lotus moves on the cake, and the frost and snow in the box are bright.

Relying on heaven to serve the country, drawing a place to take a male name.

Yin hongxiuquan

Holding mountains and rivers for three feet, being at home everywhere * * * drinking.

Catch all the evil spirits and catch them all, and collect the residual rape flowers.

East, west, north, south, the emperor, the sun, the moon and the stars play the song of triumph.

Tigers roar and dragons sing in the world, how safe and happy it is.

Li Bai's chivalrous journey

The swordsmen of Zhao are dotted with tassels at will, and their swords are as bright as Shuang Shuang. The silver saddle and the white horse set each other off and galloped.

Within ten steps, kill one person, cross a thousand miles, leave no one behind. After you finish, brush off your clothes, don't show any sound, and hide in the depths.

Sometimes when I'm free, I walk through the county town, have a drink, and cross my sword over my knees. Eat meat with the sea and drink with Hou Ying in a big bowl.

Three cups of spit, five mountains are light. After drinking, my eyes were dizzy and energetic, and the rainbow was swallowed up by the air.

Handan surprised to save Zhao Jin's hammer. Two thousand-year-old strong men, Daliangcheng, He Huan.

As a knight, the death of chivalrous bone is also fragrant, and it is worthy of being a hero. Who can write Xuan Jing, Sir Bai Shou?

Jia Dao swordsman

After ten years' hard work, I have grinded out a sword. The edge of the sword flashes in cold light, but I haven't tried its sharpness.

Today, I want to show you who is unfair.

Chunfang Zheng Zi Jian Zi Song Li and

In the sword box in Zhengzi's belly, there is a sword with a dazzling light like a three-foot sword. It once went up the mountain and went deep into the water, with an extraordinary origin.

Far away, the sword of the sword seems to shoot from the moonlight clouds, coldly attacking people; It's like a white ribbon.

The pattern on the scabbard of the old shark skin is shining, and there is a thick layer of grease, which looks like the tail feather of a male, and never rusts.

This sword is not only exquisite and sharp, but also has a chivalrous heart like a famous chivalrous man in the Warring States period, which is clearly reflected in the text of the book Chunfang.

The silk ball hangs gold, and the divine light is about to break lantian jade.

The white gods in the west are scared when they see it, and the mother gods will cry.

Li Dewei's ancient Bai Jian Juyi

This is a cold, dark and faint Gu Jian, which has gone through thousands of years since it was cast.

White sword light can cover the sun and the moon, and purple bullfighting spirit.

A guest wanted to borrow it, but he didn't dare to take it because he loved it.

In the jade, it is clear and bright, as if the eyes are clear and not flowing.

The most precious treasure has its own nature, pure and rigid, and there is no spouse in the world.

Although it can be broken within an inch, it can't make it bend and turn around its fingers.

I hope it can make honest people faster, and it will be used to cut off the head of a traitor.

I don't want it to be used to revenge personal vendetta, killing personal vendetta in the middle of the night.

You must be careful when you use it, and don't let the magic weapon feel ashamed and ashamed of you.

Bai Juyi stabbed his head with a broken sword.

I found the broken end of the sword, but I don't know why.

A green snake tail and a blue mountain peak several inches high.

Suspected to be killing whales and salamanders, or stabbing jiaozi.

What was missing fell into the soil and no one received it.

I am contemptible, so I am hard but not soft.

Don't bend the sword easily, you'd better bend the whole hook.

Bai Juyi, nine swords of the crow

One thousand years after Ou Yezi's death, the elves secretly awarded it to Zhang Yajiu.

In Wu Shan, crows cast swords, and God makes use of the power of the sun.

Jin Tieteng turned the flames with a fine fire, eager to find the sword.

Cheng Jian hasn't tested it for more than ten years, and some customers bought it with gold.

Who knows it takes a long time to close the box, but the three-foot green snake refuses to open it.

The guest has a heart, the sword has no mouth, and the guest tells the nine on behalf of the sword.

Don't flatter me that jade can be cut, and don't praise me that Zhong can be cut.

It's better to cover the sky than to carry me to the clouds.

For the monarch, for the selfless light and everything, the stinger sprouted from the grass.

2. But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, a poem with a knife is even more worrying.

Zhenbanqiao

First of all, Stone Town

Hanging rock thousands of feet, borrow European knives and axes, cut into battlements.

Thousands of miles of golden city stretches as far as the eye can see, and Hong Tao in Wan Li bursts.

Wang Jun boarded the ship, and he pointed out that the wind was profitable.

A torch is lit on the bow, and the chain is burned casually.

This spring, I went to Qiu Lai, where I was caught in a misty rain.

It is called the Six Dynasties to promote the abolition of things, and the Xiaoling Temple Pavilion is broken.

The mountains are desolate, the rivers are running, and the tide is hitting the empty city.

A few flutes sounded and reeds fluttered in the wind.

Year: Song Dynasty

Author: Zhou Bangyan

Works: Youth Journey

Content:

Knife is like water, the house is better than snow, and the fingers break the new orange.

At the beginning of the brocade, the smell of animals is unchanged, so they sit opposite each other and tune up.

Ask in a low voice, who will live for? It is already midnight in the city.

The horse is slippery and frozen, so it's better to have a rest and walk less.

Desperate to stop thinking about James Zhang, he endured death and treated Dugan for a while. My smile went straight into the sky from the horizontal knife and stayed in the liver and gallbladder!

-Tan Sitong's The Wall of Prison

I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. (Xia Sai Qu by Lu Lun)

The poor man only refutes the dust, but Wang knows the sword. Li Ming Dongyang's "Send Comrade Chen in Kaizhou"

knight-errant

Year: Tang Author: Jia Dao Style: Five Dynasties Ancient

Sharpen a sword in ten years,

Frostblade hasn't tried it yet.

Today, I will show you,

Who is wronged?

Xifan Knife Song in Xuanyuan Street is in the North Yard.

Year: Yuan Author: Genre: Ancient Seven Dynasties

Jin Shen and fire and water blend together, forging yin and yang and forming an elite.

On July 7, he was sentenced to a smelter, where he hammered stocks with pliers.

1770 front, high ridge, narrow body, flood edge.

Dragonflies have been in contact for many years, and Ruan's past events have disappeared without a trace.

Hou Xian showed me the western swords which are famous for their ancient and modern swords.

Three-pointed and two cutting edges, in the first round, the cinnabar spot on the sword ridge points to human blood, and the green husk is carved with soft gold hooks.

In the Tang dynasty, the treasure knife boasted about food, which is now called a meal break.

In ten years, the soil was washed loose, grains were born, and the morning market in Rong Wang became an eclipse.

Ping Zhang inherited the gods first, and Zhu Gao Gushi was more curious.

The three important weapons are well-deserved, and Wang Xiang will be assistant minister in the future.

Red hair knife song

Year: Modern Author: Qiu Jin

A flood of autumn water is fine, and I don't know that light is as far as a knife.

I am in Yulong's box, waiting for a thunderstorm.

It is rumored that sharp weapons will make red hair, and it is shameful to eat Cao every day. [ 1]

Blood will dissolve the joints, and decapitation will not begin.

Draw your sword out of its sheath, the sky shakes and the sun, the moon and the stars rise high.

The sea stood loud and the wind showed three inches.

Lu seal rhinoceros is like water cutting dumpling, and the shadow is ghostly.

How many generations have been killed by swords? A bloody skeleton.

Millions of heroes cry at the tip of the knife, while Gankun kills and grabs at the bottom of the wrist.

Hang it on the wall for a while and whistle every night.

Heroic spirit thirsts for blood, like thunder needs wine.

Red hair, red hair, rest your arrogance, your weapon is sincere and profitable.

Self-improvement lies in the absence of people, and it is just a knife.

September 1 day, I feel that I am writing a poem and a song. Lu you

I have never studied poetry before, and I am begging.

Hengli felt depressed and comfortable. He was ashamed to use a pseudonym.

Forty people joined the army in Nanzheng and feasted in the army for several days and nights.

Play qiú@① Build a thousand fields and read 30,000 Ma Mali stables.

Bright lights, Baochai dancing, lit up the seat.

Pipa strings suddenly sound, and the ancient hand is flat with the wind and rain.

Before the poet suddenly saw Samadhi, Qu Jia was vividly in his eyes.

The secret brocade is used in me, and the beauty of cutting is not in the ruler.

There are many talents in the world, and autumn will not die.

What is the theory of letting an old man die of old age? Guangling San is absolutely sorry. "

Lu Xun's Untitled Seven Laws

It is a custom for young women to have silk on their temples on long nights in spring.

In my dream, I vaguely shed tears for my mother, and the flag of the king on the city head changed.

Endure watching peers become new ghosts, and look for small poems in anger.

There is no place to write after singing, and the moonlight is like water. "

3. There are poems related to knives and poems related to "knives".

1. "The pride of the fisherman, the first month of fighting"

Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu

At the beginning of the first month, the bucket turned. The golden knife cuts the ribbon with different skills. Call Qing Gaotang happy and naive. Look at Liu Yi. Spring breeze comes from the east. Fourteen new toads are not round yet. Try the red light in front of the building. The ice is scattered and the spring is thin. The fish wants to play. The garden is already full of flowers.

2. "Desperate pride, how much is the relationship between Quyang."

Year: Song Author: Su Shi

I know you want to go to Qinchuan.

A white horse cannot keep a mink.

Looking back, there is no rain or fog in the lonely city.

On the day of Chang 'an, flowers were like rain, so Liu Chu flew in Guanzhong.

See the road where boots and knives meet.

Who does? Wang put his hand on his leg.

3. Burying Flowers

Year: Qing Dynasty Author: Cao Xueqin

Flowers fade, flowers fly all over the sky, who pity the red incense?

Soft hair floats in the spring pavilion, falling hair touches the embroidered curtain?

The daughter in the boudoir cherishes the dusk of spring, and there is nowhere to release her melancholy;

Hoe the flowers out of the embroidered boudoir with your hands and endure stepping on the fallen flowers again and again?

Willow pods come from wheat straw, regardless of peach floating and Li Fei;

Peaches and plums can be delivered next year. Who do you know in the boudoir next year?

The fragrant nest has been built in March, and Liang Jianyan is too heartless!

Although you can peck flowers next year,

However, no one can go to Liang's empty nest.

360 days a year, the wind and sword are pressing;

When will it shine? Once you drift, it's hard to find.

Flowers are easy to see but hard to find, and those who bury them suffocate in front of the steps;

Leaning on the hoe alone, I shed tears in the dark, and the branches on it saw blood stains.

The cuckoo was silent at dusk, and the lotus hoe returned to cover the heavy door;

When the blue light shone on the wall, people began to sleep, but the window was not warm.

Depression for slave bottom is half pity and half chagrin;

Flow spring suddenly to bother, and to silence.

Last night, I sent a sad song outside the court, knowing that it was a flower soul and a bird soul?

It is always difficult to leave the soul of a bird, which feels ashamed of itself.

May slaves have wings and fly to the end of the sky with flowers.

After all, where is Xiangshan?

If you don't accept beautiful bones, a piece of pure land will cover the wind;

It's better to be clean than trapped in a ditch.

I am going to die and be buried, but I don't know when Nong will die.

The man who buried the flowers is laughing today, but who did he know when he buried them?

Just watch the spring flowers gradually fall, it is the time when the beauty dies of old age;

No sad songs for me, I don't know what happened!

4. the plug

Year: Tang Author: Changling Wang

The general just stepped into a BMW with a white jade saddle to fight. After the battle, there was only bleak moonlight on the battlefield.

The drums on the wall are still echoing in the wilderness, and the blood on the sword in the sword box is still not dry.

5. butterfly lovers Curtains Chilling East Wind

Year: Song Author: Ouyang Xiu

The east wind chilled the curtains. Fragrant plums in the snow herald early spring. The branches of red wax are very small in Shuang Yan. The golden knife cut the ribbon in a slender way. Warm seaweed in a golden stove. You can't help worrying when the wine enters the cross wave. Embroidered quilts sleep well in the spring of May. Luo Wei didn't notice the screen window.

4. What are the poems about swords? 1, the wind sword is strict; How long will it last? -Cao Qingxue Qin's Song of Burying Flowers

2. Stones like swords —— Random thoughts of Tang Bai Juyi when he first entered the gorge

3. Kong Shan Jian Tai-Tang Bai Juyi's "Hanging Springs on Stones in Youfangkou" is Henan Yin. 》

4. I drew my sword and sharpened my sword stone today-Tang Yili's Six Nights of Drinking Horses and Grinding My Sword Stone in the Army.

5. Today, I draw a sword and draw a sword stone-Tang Yili "Fire is bright and blue, and a bird calls itself the soul of Shu Emperor. 》

6, long purlin like a sword-Tang Du Fu's Painting the Stork

7. Makes my heart ached —— Qin Yuan Chun by Zhang Jixian in Song Dynasty

8. Selling swords to buy cattle-Song Hongzikui's Qinyuanchun Drinking Horses and Fairy Pond.

9. Selling Swords in Bohai Sea-Song Dai Yi's "Selling Swords in Bohai Sea"

10, the sword goes to the calf —— Vae Zhong Ming's "Water Sculpture Song Tou Zongshe Zhongxing Zuo"

1. Fighting alone for a thousand miles, he can hold a large group of people with his naked dagger.

I have a sword, from Kunwu Creek. According to people like water, cutting jade like mud.

3. Wan Li Zen is broken, and the beauty is like a jade sword like a rainbow.

4. The sword leans against the sky. Who asked? Everyone can laugh, there is China in the northwest!

Don't laugh when you are bleak, leave your sword to lean on the sky.

6. I am willing to put my sword under my waist and cut Loulan straight.

7. After ten years of grinding a sword, the frost blade has never been tried.

8. I want to cut the three-foot sword of Loulan and hate the old pipa.

9. I can make a sword with my heart and mistake Qingfeng for a beauty.