The original text is as follows:
Yanmen satrap
Lihetang
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.
Translation:
Enemy soldiers rolled in like dark clouds, trying to destroy the city wall; Because our army is strict, the sun shines on the armor and the golden light flashes.
In autumn, the loud bugles shake the earth; At night, the soldiers' blood coagulated into dark purple.
The red flag is half-rolled, and reinforcements rush to Xiao; The night is frosty and the drums are gloomy.
Just to repay the king's kindness, he held a sword and died.
Appreciate:
"In autumn, the horn resounds through the sky, and Yan Zhi is filled with purple." Don't write that gloomy and miserable battlefield atmosphere from both auditory and visual aspects. It's already late autumn, and all the trees are crumbling. In the dead silence, the horn sounded. Obviously, a thrilling battle is going on. "The sound of trumpets is all over the sky" outlines the scale of the war. With the advantage of numbers, the enemy clamored for progress and pressed forward step by step. The defender didn't get cold feet because of his weakness. Encouraged by the sound of the trumpet, their morale was high and they fought back hard.
The fighting lasted from day to dusk. The poet did not directly describe the fierce scene of the wheel-staggered and hand-to-hand combat, but only made a rough but expressive description of the scene on the battlefield after the withdrawal of the two sides: the battle lasted from day to night, the sunset glow reflected the battlefield, and large rouge-like red blood condensed on the earth through the night fog.