Deng Chizhou Cuiwei Pavilion Yuefei
The dust of the years was covered with military uniforms, and I rode to the Cui Wei Pavilion to find beautiful women.
The water and mountains are not enough to see, and the horseshoe urges the moon to return.
Yue Fei, Man Jianghong
Angry, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty reputations, dust and dirt,
Eight thousand miles, clouds and the moon.
Don't be idle, it's white and sad.
Jingkang shame, still not snow;
When do courtiers hate their guts!
Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain.
Eager for pork,
Talking about the thirst for Hun blood.
Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.
Looking at the Central Plains from a distance, there are many battlements.
Think of that year, flowers covered willows and protected Fengtai Long Ting.
Long live the Pearl in front of the mountain, and Penghu Temple is full of songs.
So far, the iron hoof is full of suburbs and the dust is evil.
The soldiers are there, and the ointment is on the front line. People live in peace and fill in the gaps.
Sighing that mountains and rivers are the same, thousands of villages are sparse.
When you ask for a sharp brigade, cross the Qinghe River with a whip.
However, I came back and continued my trip to Hanyang, riding a yellow crane.