Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong Rage"
Angry, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain. Looking into the eyes, screaming at the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, white and sad! Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it? Drive a long car and break through the shortcomings of Helan Mountain! Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky!
Yulinling-Song Liu Yong
The cicadas in autumn are so sad and urgent, facing the pavilion, it is in the evening and a sudden rain has just stopped. All the accounts are in no mood, and the blue boat is ruined where I miss them. Holding hands and looking at each other, tears swirled in my eyes until there were no words at last, and a thousand words stuck in my throat and I couldn't say it. I miss thousands of miles of smoke and waves and sink into the sky at dusk. Since ancient times, feelings of sadness and parting are even more worthy of being left out in the cold. Where did you wake up tonight? Yang Liuan, the evening breeze and the waning moon. This is a long time, people who love each other are not together, and I even expect to be satisfied with the good weather and scenery in name only. Customs are strange, who to talk to.