The golden servant girl with the eagle feathers, the swallowtail embroidered with the candid arc. The new order of independence is announced, and thousands of battalions sing together.
The dark grass in the forest is frightened by the wind, and the general draws his bow at night. I looked for the white feather in plain sight, but it was missing among the stone edges.
The wild geese fly high in the moonlight, and the Chanyu escapes in the night. When I want to chase Qingqi away, the heavy snow covers my bow and sword.
The curtain is wide open and there is a feast, and the Qiang Rong celebrate their hard work. Drunk and golden armor dance, thunder stirs the mountains and rivers.