A poem describing the journey back to ancient times

1, drunk, watching the sword, dreaming of blowing the horn. Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to cross the Great Wall, and autumn soldiers on the battlefield. Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder. It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. Poor hair has become a white-haired man!

2. I am lucky, not my life.

3. The husband is innocent and he is guilty.

4, if life is just like the first sight, what is the autumn wind sad painting fan. It is easy to change, and it is also easy to change. Lishan language is clear at midnight, and the rain bell doesn't complain at night. More importantly, if you are lucky, you will be more willing than before.