This poem reflects from the side that the weather is extremely cold and the war is very cruel.

Wan Li goes to Rongji, and the mountains are like flying.

The weather is cold and the flag color is not good, and the darkness is low.

But if a general can win, he doesn't need the son of heaven to build the Great Wall.

When he was a young man of fifteen or twenty years old, he chased a wild horse. He caught it and rode it, the "old general".

After many battles, I prefer Hou Wangwei's "The Song of the Dragon Head"

Golgotha is a pawn of the Great Wall, and the battlefield flies to ashes at dusk.

When Wan Li heard the news, he sent Chen Qi to Xiliang Army.

Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

The former army fought the Taohe River at night, and has reported the ancient soul "Seven Songs of Joining the Army".

The drums of the iron drum in Chengtou are still ringing, but the blood of the golden knife in the box is still wet.