Three-line poems about sweat

Passion is rising, frost flies at night, leaving him wandering ahead, and the stars of Beidou shine. Still looking for the heart of the past, fearless and cold. Don't be frivolous, think about the past all day and be responsible to the party.

To the Tang Emperor, to the King of Qin, and to the hometown of Korea. If you miss the past today, who can solve the pain and talk about the people's hearts? If it is not Xiaoxiang, the moon shines on the river. Looking back at that gloomy place, my eyes are full of vicissitudes.