Frontier wind blows, a strange autumn view;

Wild geese leave to Hengyang without hesitation..

From all around, bugles blow.

All peaks and knolls,

Smoke touches the town with hue.

When and how can we home go?

A toast to our hometown though.

A Qiang flute through frost does flow.

Sleepless,

Generals with grey hair are tired, tired and tears.