What poems did Lin Chong sing in Cangzhou Prison?

With guns and smiles, brothers will be loyal and devoted to cooking wine. They will sing praises to the beauty in the world where people are drunk and dreaming. They will be brave and fearless. Never forget to make friends in life and death. Jiang Shangxing, the village of Dragon Whirlwind, is apricot yellow, the hometown of wine sprinkling. The breeze hates Leng Yue, and the wind is strong, and blood is sprayed all day long. Pastoral confidant meets hero's arrow, and the grass falls into the heart. It is difficult for wives and husbands to live in graves. Plain wind and light sleeves, forbidden army, Yan Ruozhu, fighting for horses, hating Japan, mutual affection of 800,000. I've seen wild boar, and I'm always warm and cold. Knives can be seen, and they are far away. Walking in the street is a mess. It seems to be true, and it looks like a dark chain of tears. The shirt breaks the dusk, and the sky hides the hero's pity. Who sighs in the water, the water margin breaks sparks, and the white tiger forces the road to be poor, expecting absolute zero, countless quietness, and everything will stay forever. No amount of heroes want to be alone. I often have heroic dreams, and my blood is boiling. I sigh that Nanxiangzi is trapped in the festival hall and there is no way. Cangzhou is dead, and Jingshan jade is hard to dream of. The hero in front of Pingshan Temple has tears and snow, and his blood is cold and his feathers are cold. He Teng, Liang Shanbo, Li Zhongyi Alliance, Chai Toufeng, Lin Chong lamented the danger of his life, while his friends were empty, burning grass and bleeding. It's hard to get rid of hatred when you get the wicked, but you don't know innocence. You only care about money. Ah! Ah! Ah! After a thousand years, double into single, single chair oblique self-reading. Liangshan water, Cangzhou wind. A stranger in a foreign country drinks and pretends to be happy. Difficult! Difficult! Difficult! Winter snow freezes, and guns pick clouds and smoke. Tears flow into snow. Looking forward to a thousand years, looking for Lin Chong. Nobody will. I'll be there. For you, it's as beautiful as flowers and jade, like water passing by. In the dead of night, my eyes were fixed on Hu Ze. Hate blowing fog. Recalling that today was yesterday, Gu Man left. Who would have thought that there was nowhere to find it. But I am troubled by dreams, and my heart is crossed by God. Because Xie Daxue is lonely, he wants to kill people. From the playground in Beijing to the temple in Cangzhou Mountain, blood-stained plum blossoms are needed. But we will forget his murder, only remember his solo dance in the snow, only remember that his flute is low and his drums are cold. The face of this poet who has become an outlaw is really hard to argue: he was called Lin Chong in the first half of his life, and his body was as beautiful as a drunkard in a temple of the sea, and his wife was humiliated. Although I mistakenly entered the White Tiger Hall, I was forgiven. In the second half, Hun said that the leopard head disappeared in the grass of Liangshan, dark and didn't give a glimmer of light.