Slightly longer bold poetry, similar to Will Enter the Wine and Xia Ke Xing?

Yue Fei's "All the Rivers Are Red"

He is so angry that he rushes to his crown, and the misty rain stops by the balcony. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, strong and intense. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait to see the young man's head grow white, and it will be empty and sad.

The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved; the regret of the ministers, when will it be destroyed? Driving a long car to trample it, Helan Mountain is missing. 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 and clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque.