The bright moon rises above the Tianshan Mountains, among the vast sea of clouds.
The wind blows tens of thousands of miles across Yumen Pass.
Han walked down Baideng Road and Hu peered into Qinghai Bay.
The battlefield was conquered, but no one returned it.
When the garrison guests look at the border towns, they look forward to home with a lot of sadness. (Wangbianyi's first work: Wangbianse)
The tall building is like this night, and I can't sigh.