Yue Fei joined the army 14 years. He has been through many battles and traveled all over the Yangtze River. In order to explore the Central Plains in the north, recover lost ground, avenge, and welcome back to Ersheng, he risked his life and went through hardships. However, in 14, my soldiers and I are still standing on the south bank of this great river, and the enemy fighters are still crossing the Central Plains. Although he was promoted from white suit to ambassador and inspector in his thirties, what's the point of personal fame and fortune? My great ambition has not come true! After the Han Dynasty recovered from six states and six counties, this time it went deep into Luoluo and made a surprise attack. The fighting spirit of the whole army is so high, why is it constrained everywhere? His hatred for the enemy and his indignation at the court's cowardice and incompetence made his blood boil.
Yue Fei climbed the stairs, looked at the north, daydreamed, and sang a poem "Man Jiang Hong" that has been passed down through the ages:
Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty reputations, dust and dirt,
Eight thousand miles, clouds and the moon.
Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.
Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing.
When do courtiers hate their guts!
Driving a long car, Helan Mountain is neglected.
Eager for pork,
Talking about the thirst for Hun blood.
Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.