Pingcheng hungry under the moon every night keep. No other sword jade flowers, the sea breeze off hair on the temples. Seven long with white space, Yao Jian Han Red Flag. Green Account blowing piccolo, smoke wet painted dragon. On the evening in the city, looking vaguely under the city. Peng dry wind, the city cries of Shou Ma. Ask a fortification Officials: to close the thousands of miles? But worry Guoshi return, at the defections to die!