Poetry describing traffic flow

Du Fu, military vehicle shop

Vehicles roared, soldiers sang, and soldiers and arrows were tied to their waists.

My parents and wife will say goodbye to each other until the dust buries the bridge outside Chang 'an.

On the way, holding soldiers' clothes, eating and crying, the sky rushed into the sky.

When a passer-by asks a passer-by, you can only tell him that you are leaving.

Some people go to the north of the Yellow River at the age of fifteen, even if they go to the western border to open up wasteland at the age of forty.