The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called frost morning moon. First frost morning, horseshoe broken, horn swallowed. Xiongguan road is as iron as iron, and now it is still one step away from the beginning. At first Cangshan is like the sea, and the setting sun is like snow.
Poetic interpretation:
The cold north wind blew in waves, whistling the thin clothes of the Red Army soldiers. It's so small that it's covered with frost
In the morning, the soldiers marched nervously and quickly to Loushanguan, and the horses marched on the steep mountain road, making a messy sound. The piercing sound of the horn echoed in the mountains intermittently, responding to the cries of wild geese in the sky.
Don't say Xiongguan is as strong as steel, our brave Red Army will cross it again. Climb the Loushan Pass and look into the distance. The rolling mountains spread out in the distance, just like the waves of the sea, magnificent and incomparable; The bloody sunset hangs in the western sky, making the rivers and mountains of Wan Li more magnificent.