Poems about wolves

Li Bai's Song of Humak in Youzhou;

You Zhou Hu Kyle, green-eyed tiger skin crown.

Laugh and wave two arrows, ten thousand people are less than.

If the bow turns to the bright moon, the white goose falls into the clouds.

Both of them dropped their whips and swam to Loulan.

It's hard to die if you go out and ignore it.

The wolf is so cruel.

Cattle and horses scattered in the North Sea, cut fresh as a tiger meal.

Although I live in Rouge Mountain, it is not cold.

The woman suddenly smiled and her face was like a jade plate.