What are the classic red poems?

1. Do you think you have no clothes? Be in the same robe as your son. The king raised his army and repaired my spear. I share the same hatred with you! ——"The Book of Songs·Qin Feng·No Clothes"

Translation: Who said we have no clothes? Wear that robe with you. The king sends out troops to fight, repairs my sword and spear, and kills the enemy with the same target as you.

2. Bending your heart and suppressing your will, being patient and resisting criticism. Fu Qingbai is straight forward to death, and he is strong in the past and the saints. ——Qu Yuan's "Li Sao"

Translation: I used the sage's deeds to control my temper, and my anger still cannot calm down. Crossing the Yuan River and the Xiang River and heading south, I want to explain the truth to Yu Shun clearly.

3. Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty. Waiting to start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky. ——Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong"

Translation: I just want to drive a chariot through the enemy camp in Helan Mountain. People with great ambitions and common hatred eat the enemy's flesh when they are hungry; they laugh and talk with contempt about the enemy and drink the enemy's blood when they are thirsty. I want to completely regain the old mountains and rivers from the beginning, and then return to the capital to report my victory to the emperor.

4. Who has never died since ancient times? Keep your loyalty to reflect history. ——"Crossing the Lingding Ocean" by Wen Tianxiang of the Song Dynasty

Translation: Who has been able to live forever since ancient times? I want to leave a piece of patriotic loyalty reflected in the annals of history.

5. The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is full of spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred. The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust. ——"Spring Hope" by Du Fu of the Tang Dynasty

Translation: After the fall of the country, only the mountains and rivers remained, and the urban areas in spring were overgrown with weeds. I am sad and sad when I see the flowers blooming, but I shed tears. When I leave my family, the birdsong makes my heart palpitate. The flames of war have not stopped in March, and family letters are precious and worth tens of thousands of dollars. The only thing I can do when I am depressed and upset is scratching my head, causing my white hair to become sparse and unable to be inserted into hairpins.