A poem describing a young man.

After returning from hundreds of battles, you can't be loyal and kill the beard of the old man. You hang your head and cherish precious bones, but you still have the heart of Wan Li. -The Old Horse by Hao Jing, a famous Neo-Confucianist in the early Yuan Dynasty.

An old horse crouches, aiming at a thousand miles. A martyr is full of courage in his later years.

Red autumn ear

Song Zhang Xian

After several defeats, I reported the evil of Fangfei. Cherish the spring to choose the residual red fold, the rain is light and the wind is strong, the plum blossoms are green, and the willows have been flying.

Don't pluck the strings, you can complain about the strings. The sky is not old, and the love is hard to break. The heart is like a double screen with a Qian Qian knot in it. After night, the east window is not white, and the lights go out.