Beacon Smoke Rising

With blue eyes, I have been singing and laughing for many years. I have spoken about cherishing the hero while playing the sword. Shangfeng Wanning Pool, where is the tomb of Shangyang? The plain clothes are still stained with blood, and the wind blows thousands of miles away. Don't you see, the beauty under the tent has never aged? The soldiers in front of the battle are sad and mourning. Don't you see, the beacon smoke has dispersed and all the withered bones are left, and the vines and grasses have reached the knees of passers-by. The place where the soul died in the past The grass is always luxuriant The shepherd boy is playing the flute