The wind and sand spread, disturbing the sunny sky, and the loyalty illuminates the moon.
Looking outside the city, weapons meet each other, and another calamity emerges.
The king alone guarding the palace is no longer as majestic as it was yesterday. Who is choking here?
My old friend has always stood in front of you, without asking or complaining.
Your original intention is to live as long as the heavens and to leave a reputation for generations to come.
The old friend's poems to the West, regardless of his feelings, are difficult to explain.
It disrupted your agreement to rule the world. Who can go with you?
It turns out that there is no need to use war to pacify the situation; one must first win the hearts of the people.
The old man's hair has faded and turned white, covered by wind and dust, and he doesn't expect to come back again.
I only hope that you can put away the fighting platform, but you can't replace it with a severed head.
The last city wall was broken, and you climbed up to look at the sea, a sea of fireworks.
There is nothing we can do and corpses are everywhere on the ground, so our hearts are far away.
I wave my hands and kneel down to take the jade cup and grant the world no guilt.
No one shouted long live, only old friends shed tears when they saw you.
Jun Xiaoxiao unsheathed his sword, thinking that it was all over.
It is impossible for a person to die with anyone because of his responsibility in life.
——Wu Qiong's "Old Friend's Lament"