Batavia on Yanmenguan Line
Author: Li He
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.
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The enemy is like a cloud, and Chengwei seems to be destroyed;
The sun shone on the fish-scale armor, glittering with gold.
The sound of the horn resounded through the sky in this autumn;
The pollution is like rouge, and the night is like purple.
The cold wind rolled the red flag, and the troops quietly approached Xiao;
The dignified frost soaked the drum skin, and the drums were low and could not be lifted.
In order to repay the monarch's reward and love,
With a sword, I am willing to fight to the death for my country!