There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.

Standing on the isolated Yumenguan Gate, the poet saw from a distance that the dense clouds over Qinghai Lake covered Qilian Mountain. In the battlefield where the yellow sand is everywhere, the soldiers have been through many battles and their armored shirts have been worn out. But despite this, the soldiers' firm belief and the responsibility of shouldering the heavy responsibility of the country will never return to their hometown unless they destroy the enemy.