Are there any poems about the pain of national subjugation?

Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, the plants and trees spring back, the petals fall like tears, and lonely birds sing sad songs. After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold, and I touch my white hair. It's so thin that it can't hold hairpins anymore.

When is the spring flower and autumn moon? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon. Carved fences and jade articles should still be there, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much can you worry about? Like a river flowing eastward!

Pingyuan Jiangshan is extremely eye-catching, and the ancient temple is deserted and returned to the city.

Don't think that there are no confidants in the world, and there are no mediocre people who don't avoid talents.

Exile will destroy national hatred? 18 years old, still mourning the Chu people!

Zhi Zhi is green every year. I want to see the soul.

Alone in the west wing, the moon is like a hook. Lonely phoenix tree deep courtyard locks clear autumn. It is sad, especially the general taste in my heart.