Duixue Changqing
When you are galloping on the battlefield with a spear in your hand, do you think of the dusk and snow that awaits you all your life?
When you are dressing up and looking youthful, do you miss Chang Qing looking back thousands of miles away?
Missing you is strong, thinking of Qing gnaws at your bones;
My country is thousands of miles away, and my hair is black and white with a flick of my finger;
The white head is as new, and the top is as old as before.