Although the younger generation did not prepare a gift, they were sincere, that is, they were missing. I hope the ancestors will forgive me, and the younger generation will worship their ancestors today. Wen Yue:
? The cold wind blows hard, not freezing family, not freezing blood. Snow-covered, there is still a heart of Dan. I miss the martyrs of the past and risked my life, but I don't forget my home country. Recalling Ying Jing, smiling at Jiuquan, only waiting for the ancestral hall. Fear that doesn't fill the body in the ravine is like waves. Why be so generous? Don't let pigeons occupy the nest. There is no end to morality, and blood recommends Xuanyuan.
Holding hands with parents, I don't know how to repay. Looking at his wife and children, he only left a long whistle. Husband Guo Xu, how can you have any expectations? As a man, I am reluctant to be happy. When the heroic spirit is dry, the horse will not change when it is buried. No turning back, nine deaths, no regrets, and sticking to heaven. The morning light in the east is faint, and talk. An excellent course will never die today. Although the martyr died, he became a castle peak pine and cypress. Loyalty and courage last forever, turning the blue sea into waves.
? This land is still China, and we should pay tribute to the martyrs. If I hadn't sacrificed my life for righteousness, the younger generation would have been Cao Zuo. I didn't care either. Blade sounds indomitable. Looking at the difficulties in those years, we can still move forward wave after wave, and this is only for justice.