The hearts of thousands of people. Qin loves luxury and people are homesick. I can't help it,
Use it as sediment? Make the columns of negative buildings more than the farmers of nanmu; The rafters of the beam,
More than the women workers on board; The phosphorus in onion is more than that in millet. The joints of tiles are uneven,
Silk exceeding the whole body; There are more vertical columns and cross sills than nine battlements; The orchestra's strings are hoarse,
More words than people in the city. Let people all over the world dare not speak or get angry. The heart of a single husband,
More and more arrogant and more solid. Shout of defenders, Guan Ju of Hangu, Chu people's torch,
Poor scorched earth!
Oh! Those who destroy the six countries are also six countries, not Qin;
Qin is also a Qin family, not the world. Ha ha! Let the six countries love each other,
This is enough to refuse Qin; Let the state of Qin love the six countries again, and give it to three generations to be king forever. Who wins and who dies?
Qin people feel sorry for themselves, and later people mourn for them; Later generations grieved, failed to learn from it, and let future generations mourn for future generations.