Book of Songs. Qin Feng. No clothes.
Have I nothing to wear? Robe with my son. Wang Yuxing, fix my spear and be an enemy of Zi!
Have I nothing to wear? Take your son. Wang Yu started to repair my spear and halberd and work with his son!
Have I nothing to wear? Take your son. Wang Yuxing, train my soldiers and walk with my son!
Qu Yuan's National Mourning
Sword in hand, wearing leather armor, chariots staggered, sword and blade.
Enemy, the flag is like a dark cloud and the arrow is on the string.
He violated my position and trampled on my team. My left relative died and my right relative was stabbed.
Bury two rounds, trip four horses, and beat drums with jade mallets.
The weather is bad, the spirit is angry, and the original branch is abandoned.
No return, no return, the plain is hazy and the road is very remote.
With a long sword and a A Qin bow, the first man got away with it.
Brave and fearless, you are the most. You will stick to your post until you die.
The body is dead, the spirit is spirit, and the soul is a ghost.