Poetry about the destruction of Yuanmingyuan

Thoughts on reading The Ruined Yuanmingyuan —— I also fell in love with Wang Jiansheng Garden, a wise monarch of the previous generation, and several emperors dreamed of it once. The picturesque scenery in the garden is better than that in March and spring in the south of the Yangtze River. There are two robbers in the west, two robbers: England and fascism. But it's almost like being afraid of ghosts. Kill my brother, burn down my house, and all the bad things in the world are done. Laughing about serving the country is more than enough, sharpening the knife is not wrong, and chopping wood is insufficient. When my hair is black, it is difficult to serve my country with a smile.