Manjianghong. Anger rushed to the crown.
Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, it's white and sad. The shame of Jingkang is not as bad as the hatred of courtiers, so we should destroy it and drive a long car over the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.
What spring looks like.
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Spring sorrow
Spring sorrow is hard to vent, so I look at the distant mountains with strong spirits. The past is shocking and tears will flow down. Four million Taiwan Province compatriots burst into tears. Today last year, the day when the motherland was ceded!
Writing patriotic poems neatly on paper with hard pen calligraphy has a completely different sense of beauty and seriousness.