A poem ending in a preposition

"Benma River Farewell to General Feng's Western Expedition" is a 27-word ancient poem. Look, Benma River flies in the vast Xue Hai! .

The sand in the desert, yellow flies to heaven, and this September night is blowing cold in the wheel tower.

And valleys, full of broken boulders like pecking measures, down, forward, with the wind.

Despite the gray grass, Tatar horses are plump, and on the west side of Jinshan, smoke and dust gather.

General of China's army, start your battle! Wear your armor all night.

Let your soldiers go forward with weapons! And the sharp tip of the wind cuts his face like a knife.

Sweat from the snow steamed on horseback, freezing the pattern of five-flowered coins.

Your challenge from the camp, from the ink bottle of ice, has chilled the barbarian leader.

You will no longer need a real fight! We are waiting for the news of victory in Xiguan! . "Joining the Army" Author: He Chaoshuo Hu Kou border town, army membership inserted feather into Beijing.

Tian Zi Jintan worship general, khan is a good soldier.

Riding and shooting pushed Ren Xia first, and Long Tao won the battle with Britain.

When I heard that there were Hehuang guests, I was a little worried.

Changshan rises to dominate the map, Surabaya gives birth to strategy, holding beads to bathe iron and dry mulberry, worrying about flag cream and pointing to black pills.

The cock crows at dawn, and the geese have come to Sasai to dispel the cold.

I am eager to leave the bitter festival happily, and my head is sobbing.

The trees on the edge rustle, the spring is not over, and the Tianshan Mountains are deserted and snowy.

The beautiful fish array meets Saiyunping, and the wild goose wing camp connects the sea and the bright moon.

At first, I saw the geese fly into the curtain of Jin, and I heard the sound of crying.

Spring scenery has been closed in Jinyang several times since I kept Rouge Mountain.

Jinhe did not turn to green silk to ride, jade chopsticks should blush.

Red is a swallow, and the grass is green by the pool.

I've seen Liu Ying's pure air, and I don't care about falling plum songs.

Shenfeng stove drops the static pavilion, and Haiyan Mountain is quiet.

I hope Feng Jing can make Capgemini change careers and return to the Green painter.