When I am drunk, I turn on the lamp to watch the sword, and dream of returning to the company of blowing horns. Eight hundred miles under the command of the sun, fifty strings turned outside the Great Wall. Autumn soldiers on the battlefield.
Lu Fei of the horse is fast, and the bow is like a thunderbolt. Settle the affairs of the king and the world, and win the fame before and after his life. It happened in vain.