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From Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"
Anger, rushing to the crown, rain, rest the railing.
Looking up at the sky, screaming, fierce.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles, clouds and the moon
Don't wait to see that young man's head empty and sad.
Jingkang's shame is not over yet. When will courtiers hate it?
Driving a long car to break through the lack of Helan Mountain
Hungry, hungry, eating pork, laughing, thirsty for Hun blood.
Clean up the old mountains and rivers from scratch