"The River is Red·The Angry Hair Rushes to the Crown" Yue Fei
The angry hair rushes to the crown, leaning against the railing, the misty rain stops. 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 it will be so sad!
The shame of Jingkang has not yet been resolved; 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.
"Yan Ge Xing" The smoke and dust of Gao Shi's Han family are in the northeast, and the Han generals have resigned and ruined their families. A man's self-respect is rampant, but the emperor gives him great color. I beat the drum with gold and went down to Yuguan, and the jingle meandered among the jieshi. The captain's feather book flies into the vast sea, and the Chan Yu's hunting fire shines on Langshan. The mountains and rivers are desolate and borderless, and the barbarians riding on the mausoleum are mixed with wind and rain. The warriors are half dead in front of the army, but the beauties are still singing and dancing under the tent. The desert is poor and the grass is blocked in autumn, and the lonely city has few soldiers fighting at sunset. When encountering kindness, one often underestimates the enemy, and even though one has exhausted all his strength, he has yet to clear the siege. The iron coat has been guarding for a long time, and the jade chopsticks should be heard after parting. The young woman in the south of the city wants to have her heart broken, and the conqueror looks back in the sky above Ji. The wind blowing on the edge can't be saved, but the vast expanse of the land can't be saved. The murderous aura forms clouds at three o'clock, and the cold sound spreads throughout the night. Looking at each other, there is a lot of blood, but I never care about death. You have not seen the hardships of fighting on the battlefield, but I still remember General Li.
"The Journey of the Grand Administrator of Yanmen" Li He. The black clouds are pressing down on the city and are about to be destroyed. The armor's light opens towards the golden scales of the sun. The sound of the trumpet fills the autumn sky, filled with rouge and the night purple. A half-rolled red flag stands near the Yishui River, but the sound of heavy frost and cold drums cannot be heard. I will report to you on the golden platform and support the jade dragon to die for you.