Poetry about the Revolution of 1911

Xinhai Revolution Shuigeetou Wuchang Uprising/Xunyinzi

The palace stands tall, with nine peaks. Sovereignty is given from generation to generation, long live the sky. The road is full of strong bows and horses, rivers and mountains change hands, and there are many secluded swallows. Overlapping terraces, the back garden is a fairy.

The river swelled, and the tortoise and snake woke up and smoked. The roar of the cannon in Wuchang shocked the queen mother's dream. The iron bucket is golden soup, the brave eight banners are in place, and the emperor's pulse is hanging. China * * * and the country, democracy for ten thousand years.