There are sixteen different scenes in Feicheng, and it is strange that golden horses and horses bring ponies.
walk north to south, hold your head high, and show a handsome appearance vividly.
when I was a child, I used to walk in Mashan, jump into the saddle and read words.
Qingqi takes me a thousand miles, so it's not too late to whip up the whip.
defend the motherland, cross the steed, and win the standard with dignity.
Looking back at my hometown of Mashan today, there is great potential for wind power.
Mounted horses spread their wings on the ridge, and fengshen dazzled and danced with them.
the mountains and rivers are beautiful and the east wind is warm.
A horse treading in the shade surprises a hundred birds, and fruit trees in the mountains smell of Qi Mei.
It originated from the clear water and the hills, and watered the eight townships.