The poem praising Marshal Peng should be written by yourself.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, looking at the flying geese in the south.

One who fails to reach the Great Wall is not a hero.

Finger stroke 20 thousand

The peaks on Liupan Mountain,

The red flag is full of westerly winds.

Today, with a long tassel in his hand,

When do you tie the black dragon?