Full of snow, out of Yangshan
Banners half drawn into the cloud
Sitting alone at sunset in a lonely city
Qiang flute leisurely, hometown far away
Six Jun bow, three Chi Sword
Willing to repay the country's favor and kill Loulan
How many people have you seen in the war since ancient times
Empty sleeves cry in the sky
The smoke of the kitchen is dim and the beacon is long
Long night cold stage dew frost
Frost fall, snow drift, wine asked the setting sun
The setting sun falls into the sky without words
The common people hate, and they are pathetic
Pathetic tears down my border town
When the soldiers were gone, they had tears in their clothes
The clothes are in the iron clothes, but the people are dead
Poor girl's dream is still long
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