What are the ancient poems that express patriotic feelings

1, the original: the country broken mountains and rivers in, the city spring grass deep. The flower splashes tears when I feel the time, and the bird frightens my heart when I hate to say goodbye. The fire of the beacon is three months away, and the letters of home are worth ten thousand pieces of gold. The white head is shorter than ever, and I wish I could not win the hairpin.

From: Tang Dynasty - Du Fu "Spring Hope"

Interpretation: Chang'an has fallen, the country is broken, but only the mountains and rivers remain the same; spring has come, and the grass and trees in the sparsely populated Chang'an City are thick. Sentimental about the country, can not help but snot and tears, birds chirping alarmed, in vain to add to the sadness of parting hate. Continuous war has been extended for more than half a year, the letter of home is rare, a letter is worth tens of thousands of taels of gold. The sadness is entangled, scratching the head to think, white hair shorter and shorter to scratch, simply can not insert hairpins.

2, the original: life as a man, death is also a ghost hero. I still think of Xiang Yu, and refuse to cross the Jiangdong River.

From: Song Dynasty - Li Qingzhao "Summer Day"

Interpretation: Live to be the best among men, and die to be the hero among ghosts. People still miss Xiang Yu, only because he refused to return to Jiangdong.

3, the original text: the wind rolls rivers and lakes, the rain dark village, four mountains sound as the sea waves turn. The firewood is soft and the felt is warm, and I don't go out with the civet slaves. I'm not sorry for lying in a lonely village, but I still want to serve my country in Luntai. At the end of the night, I listen to the wind blowing rain, and the iron horse and the icy river come into my dreams.

From: Song Dynasty - Lu You, "Two Songs for the Fourth of November"

Explanation: The sky was dark, the wind was blowing the rain on the rivers and lakes, and the mountains around were clattering with rain like the sound of a huge wave rolling over. The small fire of the stream firewood and the felt wrapped around my body were so warm that neither the cat nor I wanted to go out. I lay upright in the lonely, desolate countryside, not mourning my situation, but still thinking of defending the frontier for my country.

As the night drew to a close, I lay in bed and heard the sound of the wind and rain, and dreamed, in a daze, that I rode across the frozen river on a warhorse clad in iron armor to the northern frontier.

4, the original: the smoke covered cold water and the moon covered sand, the night berth Qinhuai near the restaurant. The merchant girl doesn't know the hatred of her country, but she sings "Backyard Flowers" across the river.

From: Tang Dynasty - Du Mu "Parking Qinhuai"

Interpretation: Misty smoke filled the vast cold river, the moon's clear light sprinkled on the white sandy islets. At night, I moored my boat on the Qinhuai River, near the restaurant. Jinling songstresses seem to know what is the hatred of the death of the country and the sadness of the corn, but still on the other side of the river singing the obscene song "Jade Tree Backyard Flowers".

5, the original text: the early years that know the world is hard, the Central Plains look north gas like a mountain. The building ship night snow Guazhou ferry, iron horse autumn wind Dasan Pass. The Great Wall on the plug is empty, and in the mirror, the sideburns have been spotted first. I'm not sure if I've ever been to the top of the list, but I'm sure I'll be able to make a name for myself in a thousand years!

From: Song Dynasty - Lu You, "Five Songs of Bookish Indignation"

Syntax: When I was young, I set my mind on the Northern Expedition to the Central Plains, but I never thought it would be so difficult. I often look northward at the Central Plains, and my blood boils, and my grievances are like mountains. I remember fighting the Jin soldiers in Guazhou ferry, running in the snowy night with the building warships. In the fall wind across the war horse galloped across, recaptured the Dasan Pass news frequently.

The first time I compared myself to the Great Wall of China, and set up a strong ambition for the motherland to clear the border. But now I'm getting old and my hair is frosty, and I'm looking forward to the Northern Expedition and the restoration of the country. I can not help but remember that Zhuge Kongming, out of the division table can be said to be true, who like Zhuge Liang bowed to exhaustion, leading the three armies to restore the Han dynasty north of the Central Plains!