Huangshiwan, flying alone with colorful flags, grinding swords and spitting light, singing in unison to join the army, and the new Yuefu is upright.
Overseas smoke flies to an island. Today, my people have been given the same hatred and sacrificed their flesh and blood. Don't be afraid of suicide, love freedom.
The gun is on the right shoulder, the knife is on the waist, and the art book is spread out. I don't advocate going to my parents' wives and laughing at military affairs.
Going back to my hometown and sweeping the East Yard in Yingshan is to clean up the world.
Bullets are like rain, guns are like thunder, horns are like thunder, drums are like drums, and the head is urged. Who wants Magritte's body back?
Warriors flying in the sky, singing the wind, everyone is very sad. I am the only one, and 3 million people are struggling to whip and breathe like a rainbow.
Young people are brave and energetic, willing to make Mishima weak and afraid of the soul of Yamato in Japan.
Military music fell from the sky, and the wind was clean and healthy. Many men began to sing the national anthem from military music.
Hakkas from the East, according to my governors, expelled barbarians, respected the whites of our country, and even spread the Yellow Disaster that is difficult to survive here today.
Luo has another famous poem:
"decapitation is like blowing a hat in the wind, dare to be a hero in the world." (the popular version is "decapitation is like the wind blowing a hat, dare to be the first in the world")