Thousands of troops are in chaos on the battlefield, and thousands of horse dust is flying.
Her father and brother died in battle, her concubine was young, people in the whole country were in panic, foreign tribes were eyeing her, and the army was demoralized. She tied up her white drill, held a red tassel spear, leaped on her horse and whipped her whip, and guarded the border town.
The son of a rich man cannot sit in the hall, but he wears his own body and chases the sun, rides his horse and cavalry through the mountains, the mountains are difficult to cross, and the moon is cold in the desert.
The iron horse and the red flag are sent to the border town by the cold sun. I only worry about flying to Qingming. Don't be too late to watch the poems come out. ——"Linjiang Immortal·Send a Farewell to Guangzhou Zengjun"