The river is red
——Yue Fei
He was so angry that he leaned against the railing, and the misty rain stopped.
Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings.
Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon.
Don’t wait any longer, your young head will turn gray, and you will be filled with sorrow.
The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved. When will the hatred of the ministers be extinguished?
Driving a long car, crossing the Helan Mountains.
Zhuangzhi eats the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and drinks the blood of Huns when they are thirsty.
Start from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.