1. Poems about the Old Town of Lijiang 1. "Snow Scene of the Old Town of Lijiang" by Niu Tao, Qing Dynasty It is a cold spring in the mountain city in February, and the fragrant mist is still covered with dew.

The east wind makes rain and snow, and the jade railings fall all over the ground.

Translation: It is a cold time in Lijiang City in early spring in February, and the misty dew has not dried.

The east wind was blowing and brewing rain and snow. The ground was covered with white snow, and the railings against the snow looked like jade.

2. "Lijiang Snow Mountain" by Cheng Benli of the Ming Dynasty. Jade Dragon Peak is nine thousand feet high, and the sun is dim and the clouds are cold.

Translation: The Jade Dragon Peak in Lijiang is as high as nine thousand feet. The sun is dim, the clouds are shrouded in fog, and the chill is overwhelming.

3. "Farewell Shu Shiyu" by Cheng Tong, Ming Dynasty The east wind collects the accumulated rain, and the sun rises over Lijiang City.

A jade pot tied with blue silk is used to see guests off to the sacred capital.

Translation: The east wind is mixed with accumulated rain, and the sun is shining brightly in Lijiang City.

A jade wine flask with a green belt tied around it will send you to the capital to take office.

4. "A Spring Outing in Qixia Seeing Huaici Wu Zihu Rhyme" by Huang Zuo, Ming Dynasty The wind and the chirping of birds merge, and the sun and smoke of Lijiang River separate.

Translation: The wind is beautiful and the sun is shining, the birds are chirping harmoniously, the sunshine and fog on Lijiang are separated, and the scenery is pleasant.

5. "Lijiang Tour" Contemporary Fu Yi Lijiang in western Yunnan is an ancient city and a world cultural heritage.

Although the ancient city is indeed brand new, there is no need to distinguish it from the ancient city even today.

Translation: Lijiang, Yunnan is an ancient city and a world cultural heritage.

Although the ancient city is actually brand new, there is no need to argue that it has existed since ancient times.

2. Poems describing the ancient city of the frontier fortress. I sent Li Shaofu to be demoted to the gorge. The king's Shaofu was demoted to Changsha. Gao Shi said, "What do you think of this farewell?"

The ape crows in Wu Gorge and sheds a few lines of tears, and the geese return to Hengyang and writes a few letters.

Autumn sails are far away on the Qingfeng River, and ancient trees are sparse beside Baidi City.

There will be lots of rain and dew in Sundae today, so don’t hesitate to part ways for the time being.

I don’t know if this song fits the original idea?

Border Fortress Poem Liangzhou Ci (Tang Dynasty) Wang Han's luminous cup of grape wine reminds me immediately when I want to drink pipa.

Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times.

In ancient times, when I joined the army, I climbed the mountain with my luggage to watch the beacon fire during the day, and drank my horse by the river at dusk.

Pedestrians are fighting in the wind and the sand is dark, and the princess Pipa is full of resentments.

There is no castle for thousands of miles while camping, and rain and snow fall all over the desert.

Hu Yan flew away every night crying, Hu Er shed tears.

If you hear that the jade gate is still covered, you should throw your life away.

Every year the bones of the war are buried in the desert, and Pu Tao is rarely seen entering the Han family.

Wang Changling of the army marched to Qinghai, where the clouds darkened the snow-capped mountains, and the isolated city looked at Yumen Pass in the distance.

Yellow sand can wear golden armor in a hundred battles, and Loulan will never be returned until it is broken.

Guan Shan Yue Li Bai The bright moon rises out of Tianshan Mountain, among the vast sea of ??clouds.

The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.

The Han descended on the white road, and the Hu glanced at the Qinghai Bay.

The origin of the battle was that no one returned.

The garrisonmen looked at the border towns with sad faces as they thought about returning home.

The tall building is like this night, sighing is not enough.

There are six songs under the plug (select one) by Li Bai. In May, it snows in the mountains, but there are no flowers, only cold.

I hear broken willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery.

Fight with the golden drum at dawn, and hug the jade saddle at night.

I am willing to put my sword down from my waist to kill Loulan.

The ancestor of the Wangji clan chanted Yantai, and the guests were frightened. There was a loud noise of drums and drums in the Han general's camp.

Thousands of miles of cold light creates snow, and the dawn on three sides stirs up dangerous signals.

The beacon fire on the battlefield is connected with the moon, and the clouds and mountains on the seaside embrace Jicheng.

Although the young man is not a pen-throwing official, he still wants to ask for a long tassel in terms of merit.

Nine poems from "Leaving the Fortress" (Choose one) Du Fu's bow should be used as a strong draw, and arrows should be used as long.

To shoot a man, shoot a horse first; to capture a thief, capture the king first.

There is also a limit to killing people, and all countries have their own borders.

If you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, how can you kill more people?

Military City Early Autumn Yan Wu Last night the autumn wind entered Hanguan, and the moon was full beside the new clouds on the Western Mountains.

He even urged the flying generals to pursue the arrogant captives, but did not send horses back on the battlefield.

At night, I heard the flute in Shouxiang City. The sand in front of Li Yihuile Peak looked like snow, and the moon outside Shouxiang City looked like frost.

I don't know where to play the reed pipe, and I have to march all night to see my hometown.

The second song of the fortress (two songs) Lu Lunlin's dark grass is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night.

I looked for the white feather in plain sight, but it was missing among the stone edges.

The wild geese fly high in the dark moon, and the Chanyu escapes in the night.

When I want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers my bow and sword.

The levyers complained about Liu Zhongyong. Every year, Jinhe returned to Yuguan, and he went to court with horses and saber rings.

In the third spring, the white snow returns to the green tombs, and the thousands of miles of Yellow River circles the Black Mountains.

Yanmen Prefect's Luggage He Heiyun pressed down on the city and was about to destroy it, and the armor's light opened towards the golden scales of the sun.

The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, filled with rouge and the night purple.

A half-rolled red flag is near the Yishui River, and the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard.

I will report to you on the golden platform and support the jade dragon to die for you.

Traveling to Longxi, Chen Tao vowed to sweep away the Xiongnu regardless of his own safety, and five thousand mink and brocade mourned Hu Chen.

The poor bones by the Wuding River are like those in a spring boudoir's dream.

Ji Hai Sui Cao Song Zeguo Jiangshan entered the war map, how could the people live in Le Qiaosu.

Don't talk about the matter of making a marquis, because one general will make thousands of bones wither.

Appreciation of Frontier Poems* Meeting the Envoy to Beijing Author: Cen Shen Looking eastward from his hometown, the road is long and his sleeves are full of tears.

We will meet soon without pen and paper, so I can rely on you to send messages of peace.