With drunken eyes,in flickering light,inspect the sword,The horn's call still lingeringfrom the camps of my dream.Ah! to carve an ox for the troopsand listen to frontier songs rolling off a zither;And review the battalion on the battlefield in autumn.Steeds speed like lightening,And bows snap like cracks of thunder.When the work is done for the King and the country,One's name shall be at once renownedand set for posterity.Pity how the white hair has grown! 或appreciate sword when I get drunksurrounded by the sound of horn, i always back to the military base in my dreams.sharing the beef with inferiors listening to the voice of the northen tribe,leading the soldiers in the Autumnwarhorse runing fast as the windvoice of arrow shooting loud as the thunderhelping the crown to win the world!making others remember my name我们的作业