Ask for a poem about revolution

Life is Ye Ping's world, and fame and fortune are the grass that serves Sanqiu.

Autumn grass can be new spring grass, but a pale face can't be exchanged for a good face.

Huang Ju in front of the fence has not blossomed yet, and it is lonely and cold.

Autumn wind and autumn rain are sad, and sitting alone on a cold night is like beating.

Draw your sword and go out to swim, frost flowers and less dust.

In the morning, there are five mountains and three continents, and the wind and rain are unpredictable.

It is better to go back and lie on the rotten mountain and die of old age.