The Sun and the Moon Are Shining Brightly

Snow falls again in front of the vast Zhongshan Mountain, and the faces of old friends are nowhere to be seen on the green hills. I asked a boy passing by what year it was today, and he replied that it had been a thousand years. Recalling the evening before the iron horse and the golden sword, the spark is about to set the prairie ablaze and save the common people. The old friend should not be pitied. The old man went down to Jiuquan, his beauty died in heaven, and his anger burned the beacon fire in the world. They all made jokes to attract people's admiration. I am used to seeing the pain in the world, and the messy things in front of me. The writing is stunning and the people are pitiful.