The drums and drums of Chengtou are still shaking, and the blood of the golden knife in the box is still wet. The moonlight is bright, wild geese soar, and Tatars flee in the dark. I was about to lead the light cavalry to catch up when the snow fell full of bows and knives. "Xia Sai Qu" Li Bai may Tianshan snow, no flowers only cold. Spring can only be imagined in the flute "Folding Willow", but it has never been seen in reality. The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night. I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country.