A domineering poem praising hiking in the desert

The grass is white and the sand is yellow. The geese in the autumn wind have always been xiaoxiang.

The horse trekked across the desert to the border. The border town is so depressed, and the sunshine is bleak and white.

The desert is foggy, and the red flag is half rolled out of Yuanmen.

In the desert yellow sand, the Great Wall is raining and snowing.

In autumn, the desert is full of grass, the sun sets, and there are only a few surviving watchmen by the lonely wall.

The desert sand is like snow, and the Yanshan moon is like a hook. Don't be a golden brain, go and step on the clear autumn.

The desert feather flies, and the Great Wall is finally clear.

Drum horn male Shan Ye, dragon and snake go hand in hand with the battlefield. Frost moistens the desert, and the front nail is stained with blood.