Sighing about the ups and downs, the wind and rain, the separation and separation of nobles and common people, and the generals of several generations; the mourning of the country, the sky is shining with good luck, the song ends and the birds are busy; the sadness is thick, the rain washes the bananas, boating on the river, but there is no one beside; in terms of success or failure, three thousand soldiers and horses, flying across the yellow wall, won all the wounds