Changhuai looks out and hits Chao Lao, and Heluo is a vast wasteland.
The strong men have fought for eternity with gold, and the beautiful faces dance in the sun.
Where the rust and rust on the armor are peeling off, how can I repay this fate to my emperor?
Pulling the bridle, pointing towards the sky, the mountains and seas are swaying like crazy!
Prosperity is always unfettered and frugal. Who would pity the people when crossing south?
The young emperor opened the purple palace in response to the sky, and the Central Plains frowned with blood and black yellow.
Tigers and wolves eat corpses all over the ground, and old vultures break off kites and peck out human intestines.
Pointing out the old dynasty-shaped resort, the mountains and waters are both desolate.
How can I ask about Guan Shanyue in the corner? The wandering soul of the deceased is ashamed of Jingkang.