Waiting for the arrival of autumn, on the eighth day of September, my flowers bloom and all flowers wither.
The incense array pervades Chang 'an, and the city is full of golden flowers.
Mochow has no confidant in the road ahead, and no one in the world knows you.
But it is not called Humadu Yinshan to make the Dragon City fly.
The west wind is rustling all over the courtyard, and cold butterflies are hard to come by.
One day, if I were Di Qing, I would hold a peach blossom.
Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
I smiled at the sky from the horizontal knife, leaving my courage and courage behind.
Throughout the ages, a loyal and kind man,
It is unintentional to laugh at the old thief.
The strong belongs to me,
What's wrong with being the best?
Now I want to go by the wind,
Wan Ren, a great genius.
Sweep away the evils and evils in the world,
Remove a gentleman's eternal hatred.
Half-life blood spilled on the battlefield,
Sing freely all the way.
What is the world like? Wan Li,
Wizards in heaven serve their country and their enemies.
If I were Di Qing in another year, I would report to Taohua.
Dare to go to the moon for nine days, dare to catch turtles in five oceans.
Wan Li is in the sky, dancing for the loyal soul.
Genghis Khan, a generation of arrogant people, only knew how to shoot an eagle with a bow.
The wind blows and clouds fly, and the weaver girl returns to her hometown.
Strength can move mountains, and spirit is unparalleled.
I smiled at the sky from the horizontal knife, leaving my courage and courage behind.