Ode to patriotic ancient poems

Silkworms in spring will weave until they die, and candles will drain the wick every night.

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, so let's take the heart of Dan to shine on history.

Give up one's life and forget the national disaster.

I stroke my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins. Castle Peak is a place where bones can be buried.

Song Ligang

Niu Geng's 1,000-acre disease has brought the fruits of labor to thousands of granaries, but its own spirit is very tired and exhausted, but who will pity its hard work?

But all beings are full and sick.

Ode to coal

-Yu Ming Qian

Digging up chaos leads to black gold, and storing yang is the deepest.

Fire revived spring, and the burning stove shone all night.

Ding yiyuan, with his strength, pays attention to the stone after his death.

I hope that all people will warm their hearts and go out of the mountains tirelessly.

Ji hai's miscellaneous poems

-Qing Gong Zizhen

The mighty sorrow stays in the sky, and the whip refers to the horizon.

Falling red is not heartless, but turning into spring mud protects flowers more.

Wine

-Qing Qiu Jin

I don't hesitate to buy a treasure knife, but I can exchange mink and fur for wine.

A cavity of blood is diligent and precious, even if spilled, it can become Bi Tao.