Year: Song Author: Yue Fei
Anger rushes to the crown, rain falls on the railing.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty reputations, dust and dirt,
Eight thousand miles, clouds and the moon.
Don't wait to see young people's heads turn white, empty and sad.
Jingkang shame, still not snow;
When do courtiers hate their guts!
Driving a long car to break through the lack of Helan Mountain.
Eager for pork,
Talking about the thirst for Hun blood.
Stay and clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and go to the sky.
Man Jiang Hong
Year: Song Author: Yue Fei
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.