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What are some modern and ancient poems about war?

Writing on the horse

Qi Jiguang

North and South drive to report the love of the Lord, the rivers and flowers, the grasses and the riverside smile

360 days a year, all the time is the cross of the horse

Night Feeling in the Army

Zhang Jiayu (the hero of the late Ming Dynasty against the Ching Dynasty)

Miserable sky and the land is deserted, the west wind and the cold moon is cold, cold battlefield

Shrouding the body of the horse leather heroes, even though they die, will make the forest of sweat fragrance

When the army was fighting against the Manchus, from Guazhou to Jinling, the army of Zheng Chengkang was in the middle of the war.

The army of Zheng Chenggong

Warriors on the river swore to destroy Hu, and the army of 100,000 swallowed the Wu

Watch the rift valley and cross it, and I don't believe that the Central Plains is not Zhu

The Red Cliff

Du Mu

Breaking his halberd and breaking his back

If you want to recognize the past

The east wind is not with Zhou Lang <

The Bird's Spring Locked Two Qiao

Fisherman's Pride

Fan Zhongyan

The scenery is different in the fall. The wild geese in Hengyang have gone without notice. The sound of the border is heard on all sides, and the horns rise up. The Roach. The city is closed at the end of the day.

One cup of wine and ten thousand miles from home. I have no plans to return home. I'm not going to be able to get a good look at it, but I'm going to be able to get a good look at it. I can't sleep. The General's White Hair and the Tears of the Levies

The Song of White Snow Sends the Judge to Return to the Capital

Author: Cen Shen

The white grass is broken by the north wind, and the snow flies in August in the Hutian sky.

Suddenly the spring breeze came, and thousands of pear blossoms bloomed.

Scattered into the pearl curtains and wet curtains, the fox fur is not warm, the brocade coverlet is thin.

The general's bow is not controlled, and the guard's iron coat is cold.

The sea is a thousand feet of ice, and the clouds of sadness are ten thousand miles of condensation.

The Chinese army set out to drink with the returning guests, with the Huqin, the Pipa and the Qiang flute.

The snow was falling at the door, and the red flag was frozen in the wind.

Luantai East Gate sends you off, but when you go, the snow fills the Tianshan Road.

I don't see you on the mountain road, but there is a place where the horses walk on the snowy sky

This is the first time I have seen you on the mountain road.