Man Jiang Hong
Angry, rushing to the crown, resting on the railing and drizzling rain. Looking up, 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-headed, and sad.
Jing Kang is ashamed, but it is still snow; When will the courtiers hate it? Drive a long car and break through the lack of Helan Mountain. Hungry to eat pork, laughing and thirsty to drink Hun blood. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.