Can anyone tell me what are the famous poems of grief and indignation in the Song Dynasty?

Guan Shanyue

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Lu You

Original text:

He Rongzhao For fifteen years, the general came to an end without a fight.

The wealthy clan sings and dances, the stable horses are fat and dead, their bows are broken.

The fierce fighting in the garrison urged Luoyue, and I joined the army at the age of thirty and now my hair is white.

Who knows the heart of a strong man in the flute, and the sky above the sand shows the human bones.

Gangge in the Central Plains has been heard since ancient times. How can there be any descendants who go against Hu?

The survivors endured death in hope of recovery, and shed tears in several places tonight.

Reduced words Mulan Hua·Huaishan Yinyin

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Huai Shangnu

Original text:

< p>Huaishan Mountain is faint. Thousands of miles of clouds and thousands of miles of hatred. The Huai River is long. Ten thousand hectares of mist and endless hectares of sorrow.

The mountains are long and the rivers are far away. Cover the eyes of passers-by looking eastward. Hate the old and worry about the new. There are tears but no words for late spring.

Shizhouman·Jiyouqiu, Wu Xingzhouzhong

Dynasty: Song Dynasty

Author: Zhang Yuanqian

Original text:

The rain is rushing, the clouds are flying, the dusk crows are scattered, and the moon is slightly cool. Whose family's sparse willows are in the doldrums, and at what time the fireflies flicker out. The night sail is sailing in the wind, the lake is full of mist and water, and the wild cattails are scattered and swallowing in autumn. When I wake up from the dream and drink, I lean on the dangerous Qiang to clear my mind.

Heartbroken. Chang Geng is angry, gangs of thieves are rampant, and Nihu is rampant. If you want to hold back the Tianhe River, wash away the ointment and blood of the Central Plains. Between the two palaces, there is only a fortress across the Yangtze River, and there are no empty spitting pots and tragic songs. Thousands of miles away, I miss Longsha, and I weep for my lonely minister Wu Yue.