A poem full of vitality and tragedy.

Dark clouds are crushing the city, and the armor is overwhelming: the enemy's family is like a thick dark cloud on the wall, trying to crush it. The soldiers guarding the city are ready, and their armor reflects the sun, just like the scales of scattered fish shining with golden light.

The sound of horns in the autumn sky, the night purple with swallow fat: the sound of trumpets in the autumn sky. The blood of the sacrifices of the past dynasties condensed together and became more solemn in the sunset glow. Wild goose gate satrap is-[Tang] Li He

Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds in an attempt to tear down the city wall; Our army was ready, and the sun shone on the armor, glittering with gold. In autumn, the loud bugle sounded; The soldier's blood became dark in the night.

The red flag rolled half, and the reinforcements rushed to Xiao; The night frost is heavy and the drums are gloomy. I want to report to you on the golden platform, and I want to take Yulong to your death. What you want is this sentence: autumn horns are ringing all over the sky, and swallows are stuffed with purple nights.