Fallen leaves in Bachu——Autumn cranes in the setting sun
Bleak wind and cold rain, Baqiu dusk clouds, thousands of tents and endless camps. How can the night be long and the horse's hooves stop moving forward? The iron armor is in the pocket with Wu hook, the sword is sheathed, and the drums are lightly covered. The dragon flag rolls, looking towards Chang'an, without fear of the difficulties of the road to Shu. The thorns on Xiaoxiao's back are deep, the Supreme is in chaos, and the Xiliu camp is cold. The two knights entered the battle, wearing red clothes and black armor like smoke. Dreaming about the counterattack, what happened? The enemy's head was hard to kill. Heaven favors me, why not let the city be young again.
Purpose: To commemorate a legendary general from 1800 years ago