Seek poetry translation, literal translation! !

In September, the roots of the roots were broken, and the weeds and leaves in the frontier (three sides refer to the frontier) have withered. The wind and sand all over the sky made the horse look pale and hesitant. The snow and night cream for days condensed on the sword like wearing a layer of clothes. Wanderers living in foreign countries are worried that it's getting late and the messenger from the frontier fortress has gone back. I suddenly remembered the days of hospitality and love in the Phoenix Tower, and I left in March (I haven't heard from people who miss me for so long). (I translated it myself, maybe there is a mistake)