What are Li Bai's poems about frontier fortress?

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.

When the heavenly soldiers go to the Great Northern Wilderness, they will drink flax in the south.

It is a great honor to walk from one battlefield to another.

Holding Xue Hai rice, blowing sand to sleep.

Why not break the moon and lift the pillow again?

Ma Rufeng, whip the bridge.

Bend the bow to bid farewell to the moon, insert feathers and break the arrogance of the sky.

The array disappears, and the sea fog disappears.

When he successfully drew Lin Ting, he was unique to Huopiao Yao.

White horse Kinsey, clouds of sand around the dream.

This is a sad festival, and I remember the distant border town.

In autumn, the window of fireflies is full, and the moon frost is late.

Destroy buttonwood leaves and Xiao Sa begonia branches.

I never saw you, and I didn't know myself until I burst into tears.

Sailu takes advantage of autumn, and the heavenly soldiers leave the Han family.

The generals are divided into tigers and bamboos, and the soldiers are divided into Wolongsha.

With the bow shadow on the moon, Shuang Hu blows the sword flowers.

Jade can't get in, and young women don't grow up.

The bonfire moves the desert and shines on the clouds in the spring.

Emperor Xian of Han raised his sword and called General Li.

The soldiers are angry in the sky, and the drums are at the bottom.

With courage, the devil's breath will be clean in the first world war.

Li Bai is popular in the north.

Candle dragon lives in poverty, but the light is still blooming. Why don't the sun and the moon shine like this,

Only the north wind came up angrily. Yanshan snowflakes are as big as seats,

Debris blew down the Xuanyuan terrace. You miss your wife in December. Stop singing and laugh.

Looking at the pedestrians by the door, it's sad to miss the Great Wall. Don't raise your sword to save the border,

This tiger-patterned gold shovel stayed. There is a white arrow in the forest, spiders spin webs and dust.

The arrow is not empty, people die today and never come back. I can't bear to see this thing, it has burned to ashes.

The yellow river can hold soil, and the north wind hates rain and snow.

Six Poems of Yuefu Xia Sai (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.

When the heavenly soldiers go to the Great Northern Wilderness, they will drink flax in the south.

It is a great honor to walk from one battlefield to another.

Holding Xue Hai rice, blowing sand to sleep.

Why not break the moon and lift the pillow again?

Ma Rufeng, whip the bridge.

Bend the bow to bid farewell to the moon, insert feathers and break the arrogance of the sky.

The array disappears, and the sea fog disappears.

When he successfully drew Lin Ting, he was unique to Huopiao Yao.

White horse Kinsey, clouds of sand around the dream.

This is a sad festival, and I remember the distant border town.

In autumn, the window of fireflies is full, and the moon frost is late.

Destroy buttonwood leaves and Xiao Sa begonia branches.

I never saw you, and I didn't know myself until I burst into tears.

Sailu takes advantage of autumn, and the heavenly soldiers leave the Han family.

The generals are divided into tigers and bamboos, and the soldiers are divided into Wolongsha.

With the bow shadow on the moon, Shuang Hu blows the sword flowers.

Jade can't get in, and young women don't grow up.

The bonfire moves the desert and shines on the clouds in the spring.

Emperor Xian of Han raised his sword and called General Li.

The soldiers are angry in the sky, and the drums are at the bottom.

With courage, the devil's breath will be clean in the first world war.