An ancient poem about stopping the war

Xin Qiji's "Drunk with a Torch, Watching the Sword Dream and Blowing the Horn Back", under his command, fifty strings were turned over to the battlefield outside the Great Wall, and Lu Feifei was stunned by the military forces in autumn, but what happened in the king's world was won by him before his death. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned. 1 1 On the 4th of the month, it was stormy, and Lu You was lying in a remote village without feeling sorry for himself. He still wants to defend the country. Lying in the middle of the night listening to the wind and rain, iron horse glacier dream. Wang Changling, the bright moon was in the sky, the Han Dynasty closed its doors, and the Long March didn't return ... But he let Longcheng fly, and didn't teach Huma to cross the Yinshan Mountain ... Chen Tao in Longxi swore to sweep the Xiongnu regardless of his body, and 5,000 mink brocade lost to Chen Hu. Poor Wudinghe Bones, he is still a dream girl. Liangzhou Ci Wang Hantao wine luminous cup, want to drink pipa immediately. Drunk on the sand, you don't laugh. How many people fought in ancient times? Wang Changling, drink, my horse, while we cross the autumn waters! The stream is cold and the wind is like a sword. When we watch the sunset on the sandy plain, the distant place, the hazy Lintao, the ancient war, started by those long city walls, was once proud of everyone's tongue. The imperial city is full of ancient times, and the bones are messy. After the north joined the army, Li Yi's Tianshan Mountain was closed by heavy snow, the sea was cold, and flutes were blown everywhere, making it difficult to go. Looking back on last month, I saw Yang Jiong's army bonfires like Xijing, and my heart was uneven. I gnashed my teeth and said goodbye to Feng.