A poem by a man of lofty ideals and benevolence who is loyal to the country.

Man Jianghong was angry and rushed to the crown.

Yue Fei in Southern Song Dynasty [1]

Angry, leaning on the railing, resting in the rain. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, it's white and sad.

Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky!