A piece of heartfelt desire to repay the country, two lines of clear tears for loyal family.
Jiang E sings about Zhusu’s woe, while Li plays with the help of China.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; ministers hate, when to extinguish!
Poetry calls the country’s hands are empty, fate pressure people’s head helpless.
At the end of the feast, the emperors and ministers of the Han family spoke highly of the merits of the battle in Yuntai.
He who dares not forget his country must wait for the coffin to be closed.
Desperate to join the army, the southeast hated the words.
Stiff and lonely villages do not mourn for themselves, Shang Si is the national garrison platform.
Wang Shibei Ding Zhongyuan Day, home sacrifice without forgetting that is Weng.
The world of poetry has been sweeping for thousands of years, and the soul of the army has lost its soul.
The south-east and northwest serve the imperial pole, and the sun, moon and stars play the song of triumph.
Major generals and followers are self-esteemed, and their eyebrows are filled with laughter and dust.
If Xishi dismantled Wu, who was Yue when it fell?
Swearing to sweep the Huns, five thousand mink brocades mourned the dust of the beard.
The sick bone is wide from the yarn cap, and the solitary minister is Wanli Kejiang Gan.
The north and South drive away the sentiment, the river lace grass laughs all his life.
Night vision is too white to shine, and there is no battlefield for serving the country’s death!
Point to the six dynasties-shaped resorts, only the green hills are like walls.
With a long sword and a bow of Qin Dynasty, he left his body with impunity.
That is, from Baxia to Wuxia, Xiangyang to Luoyang.
The long trumpet of Fujian returns, and the wind and rain of Qianshan roar the Qingfeng.
The mountains and rivers of our country, the heart of our homeland, are like Wang Can’s ascent to the building.
Long Tai Xie to cover up, mourning the hardship of the people’s livelihood.
Let’s see Tian Cut throwing whip ferry, do not believe that the original surname is Zhu.
A cavity of warm blood and diligent treasure, sprinkle can still turn Bitao.
When the sky is full of power and anger, it kills and abandons the wilderness.
Outside the sword, Jibei was suddenly gathered. At first I heard that tears filled my clothes.
To worry before the common people worries; to enjoy only after the people can enjoy.
Shattered bones are not afraid to leave innocence in the world.
Zhou, Qi, Qin, Han, Chu, all the other countries have changed into soil.
Haze two rounds, four horses, help the jade, beat drums.
Spring breeze cuts down the palace brocade throughout the country, making half mud and half sail.
Thousands of years of history are shameful and unknown.
Nandu emperor and Minister despised the society, father and old man of the Central Plains looked at the banner.
Qianghu in northern Saibei did not strike.
Poor and indefinite riverside bones are still people in boudoir dreams.
Three sides of the seven countries did not worry, thirteen people attacked Fuping Hou.
The rise and fall of the family and the country are all alone, and Yurong is also blessed by the King of Chu.
The frost is painstaking and sprinkles on Qianfeng Qiuyedan.
Nine days later, the palace was closed and all the nations worshipped their crowns.
Who expected Su Qing to return home, Maoling pine and cypress rain Xiaoxiao.
The elephant bed had no words, and Zhou was an old minister from then on.
But all living creatures are full, and they will not hesitate to lie in the sun.
Rain in the river, grass in the river, the Six Dynasties like a dream bird singing empty.
When you look at the human relations exhibition, you will know that the passenger road is rough and tired.
White horse Jin’an from Emperor Wu, Banner 100,000 Suchang Yang.
Yuan Jiacao Cao, the closure of wolves in Xu, won the hasty Northern Gu.