The River is Red
Yue Fei of the Southern Song Dynasty
He was so angry that he was leaning against the railing, and the misty rain stopped. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait any longer. The young man's head has turned gray, and there is nothing to be sad about!
The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved; the hatred of the ministers, when will it be extinguished? Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain. The ambition is to eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and to drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty.
Let's start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky!