At the beginning of the storm,
One by one,
Thunder is approaching.
Shame, shame,
I hate it,
Turn swords into plows.
Self-confidence, bravery,
It's just the first time.
Where the pen fell,
Every word is the best,
How many grand occasions surprised the whole table?
The west wind sends Qiang flute every year,
You know, I,
When will you be sad?
Have the heart to travel all over the world,
Never,
See xian Si Qi?
Who holds it high,
In the hands of a strong man,
That beautiful flag?
Blood and tears,
Flowing in my heart,
There are poems and words.