It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.
Stuck on the Great Wall and make an empty promise, the sideburns in the mirror have long faded.
Real name first, who is better than one thousand years!
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Long years, rolling the Yangtze River,
The vastness of the world,
Jingkang was ashamed and ran south,
Hatred of courtiers lasted for a hundred years,
How many believers look south,
How many lonely ministers look north,
~ that terrible blood and tears ~
Can't cover the thousands of miles in the north.
Wan Li is strong!
I remember there was a night snow on the boat in Guazhou Gudu.
I remember, the Ma Tiejin Pavilion in the three customs,
The fierce blood scattered by the autumn wind,
How many people are full of lofty ideals to repay my rivers and mountains?
Bitter and sorrowful Long song?
Go, go,
Only the mottled white hair in the mirror,
Remember the orphans of the Great Wall?
The last wisp falling with the wind
Bite your teeth and hate!
Give me back my rivers and mountains, my hometown,
Thinking of Zhuge Wuhou's devotion to his work,
I can only stay in Wuzhangyuan.
Empty tears, staring at the sky.
I'm not as good as Wuhou,
But this heart
An all-powerful figure who restored Gan Kun.
The heart of serving the country, after a thousand years.
But Taotao River
And the blood and tears of Prime Minister Zhuge.
Gather in one place and flow endlessly ~ ~