1. "Man Jiang Hong·Writing Feelings"
Song Dynasty: Yue Fei
He was so angry that he leaned 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 will turn gray, and he will feel so sad!
Jingkang’s shame is still not over. The hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed! 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. Waiting to start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.
2. "Spring Hope"
Tang Dynasty: Du Fu
The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city has deep spring vegetation. The flowers shed tears when I feel grateful, and the birds are frightened by the hatred.
The war rages on for three months, and a letter from home is worth ten thousand gold. The white-headed scratches are shorter, and the hairpin is full of lust.
3. "Crossing the Lingding Ocean"
Song Dynasty: Wen Tianxiang
After a hard encounter, only a few stars were scattered around. The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs.
Afraid to say panic on the beach, sigh alone in the ocean. Who has never died since ancient times? Keep your loyalty and reflect on history.
4. "The Proud Fisherman: Thoughts on Autumn"
Song Dynasty: Fan Zhongyan
The scenery is strange when autumn comes under the fortress, but the geese in Hengyang leave without paying attention. Sounds are heard from all sides, thousands of miles away, long smoke sets, the sun sets, and the lonely city closes.
A glass of dirty wine can lead to a home thousands of miles away, but there is no way for Yan Ran to return. The Qiang pipes are covered with frost, people can't sleep, and the general's hair is white and his husband is in tears.
5. "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai·Part 5"
Qing Dynasty: Gong Zizhen
The sun is setting in the day when I am about to leave, and I chant my whip to the east and point to the end of the world.
The falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers.