Adhere to the castle peak and not relax, the root is breaking the rock.
Thousands of blows are still strong, and the wind is east, west, north and south.
Operator Yongmei-Lu You
Broken bridge outside the post, no owner. It's dusk, and it's stormy.
I'm not talking about fighting for spring, but every group of people are jealous. Scattered into mud, ground into dust, only fragrance remains.
The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle.
The five ridges are winding with fine waves, and Wumeng is majestic in serving mud pills.
Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold in the iron bars.
I like the miles of snow in Minshan, and a hundred flowers blossom after the three armies.
Ode to Lime-Yu Qian
A thousand hammers hit the mountains, and the fire burns casually.
Regardless of all the fragments, we should leave innocence in the world.