Before the emperor took over the land of Hehuang, he had no intention of looking back at his hometown.
I climbed up the Jieshi to look at the sea. I saw turbulent waves and seemed to hear the sound of golden swords. Thinking of my broken mountains and rivers, the dust has not been swept away, the sadness of being separated fills my chest. The remaining people in the north are trapped in the smell of mutton, and their necks are crawling day and night, looking forward to the arrival of the king's master. Isn't it painful that the old gardens, hills and ruins, weeds are falling away, and the mountains and rivers are changing color?
Fortunately! The wind is blowing, the grass is covered with frost. Where in the past the beacon fire blocked out the sun, now the banners of the Han family have returned. The iron cavalry tramples the ruins, plows the courtyards and sweeps the houses; the tiger talisman spreads thousands of miles, covering all the mountains and rivers. Recalling the past, the ministers and others cried blood while leaning on their arms, looking across the Guanhe River, and vowed to cleanse away the dust. Now the passes have been rebuilt, the city walls have been renovated, the fights have been silent and the beacons have been extinguished. The ambition to restrain the stone Yanran has finally been fulfilled; the wish to drink from the vast sea of horses has become a reality. Even if my loyal bones are buried in this body, I should still have a smile on my face. I only hope that the country will prosper and enjoy peace forever.
Purpose: Defend the homeland and release long-cherished wishes.