Ma Benteng
There is also an eagle's ancient poem: the grass withered and the eagle's eyes were ill, and the snow was light.
go hunting
Author:
Wang Wei
In the wind, the horn sounded and the general was hunting outside the borehole.
The grass is yellow in autumn, and the eagle eye is sharper; When the ice and snow melt, the horseshoe is extraordinarily brisk.
It has passed Xinfeng City in a blink of an eye and soon returned to sunny Liu Ying.
Looking back at the eagle wilderness, thousands of twilight clouds spread to the horizon.