Original poem
1 1 April 4th is a stormy day.
Song luyou
I don't feel sorry for myself in a remote village.
Think about keeping the wheel platform for the country.
Lying at night listening to the wind and rain,
Iron horse glacier dream.
translate
I lay flat in the lonely and desolate country and didn't feel sad.
Still thinking about defending the country.
Late at night, I was lying in bed and heard the sound of wind and rain.
I dreamt in a daze that I rode an armored horse across the frozen river and went to the northern battlefield.