In the Helan Mountain, the Ligu iron cable bridge played the drum, very loud, really feel Yuefei's like the ancients fighting war and storming! Rain rests with the wind. Look up, look up at the sky, roar, strong and fierce. Thirty merit dust and soil, eight thousand miles of cloud and moon. Mo wait for the leisure to white the young head, empty sad! Jing Kang shame, still not snow; the courtier hate, when to kill? Driving a long car, stepping on Helan Mountain lack. Zhuangzhi hungry food Hujia meat, laughing and drinking Hunnu blood. Waiting to clean up the old mountains and rivers from scratch, the sky is full of clouds.