A poem full of hope for the future

Song Dynasty: Yue Fei?

Angry, leaning against the railing, resting in the drizzle. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.

Jingkang is ashamed, but it is still snowing. When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.

I was so angry that my hair stood on end. I raised my hat and leaned against the railing. The rain has just stopped in Mao Mao. Looking up and looking around, I saw a vast land, sighing and sighing, and my heart was full of patriotism. Although some fame has been established for more than 30 years, it is as insignificant as dust. The north and south fought for 8 thousand miles and experienced many storms.

Don't waste your time, your hair is all white, and only one person regrets it. Jing Kangnian's great shame has not been cleared. When will the resentment of officials disappear? I will drive a chariot to attack Helan Mountain, and even Helan Mountain will be razed to the ground. I am full of ambition. I eat the enemy's meat when I am hungry, and I drink the enemy's blood when I am thirsty. I want to start all over again, recover the old rivers and mountains, and worship the old capital Jingque.

2. "Five Dissatisfied Books, Part II"

Song dynasty: Lu you

White hair rustling in the middle of the river, only heaven and earth learn loneliness and loyalty.

Su Wu, who has suffered a lot, has endured for more than ten years, suffering from the wind and snow, worrying and resentful, hating the rebels' guts and gnashing their teeth.

The grass in the forest garden flows in the spring rain, and the brick wall in Luoyang Palace is broken in the cold month.

My Zhuang Xin didn't die at the same age. Even if I die, I can become a ghost wise man.

I, an old man with sparse white hair, live in seclusion near Jinghu Lake. Only the just world can see my loyalty to my country and my loyalty to my liver. Su Shi, who was in trouble, endured more than ten years' hardships, and Zhang Xun, who was worried, hated his guts and gnashed his teeth.

A little bit of spring rain falls on the grass of Shanglinyuan, and the broken brick wall of Luo Yang Palace is seen on a cold night. My strong heart didn't grow old and died together at the same age. Even if I die, I can be a hero in ghosts!

3. Title Wujiang Pavilion

Tang Dynasty: Du Mu

The victory or defeat of a strategist is unexpected, and Bao is a person with shame.

There are many talented children in Jiangdong. Whether they will make a comeback is still unknown.

Victory or defeat is a common occurrence in military strategists, and it is difficult to predict in advance. He who can endure humiliation is a real man. King of the place of Chu, a son of Jiangdong, is brilliant. If we can rally and fight back, it's hard to say who wins and who loses.

4. Climbing the Peak

Song Dynasty: Wang Anshi

There is a towering tower at the top of Feilai Peak. It is said that crows come and the morning sun rises.

As written in a China poem, we are not afraid of dark clouds covering our sight, because we are already on the top of the mountain.

It is said that the rising sun can be seen when chickens crow on the very high tower of Feilai Peak. I'm not afraid of clouds covering my eyes, just because I'm the highest level now.

5. "Night of Crossing the Sea on June 20th"

Song Dynasty: Su Shi

On the third night, the bitter rain will eventually clear up.

Who decorated the clouds and the moon? Natural beauty and clarification of ocean colors.

In his spare time, Chaucer took advantage of music to get a general understanding of Xuanyuan's music.

I don't hate the narrow escape in the south. I spent the rest of my life traveling.

It was midnight when we set sail across the sea. The remnant star is hanging in the sky, and the bucket handle of the Big Dipper has turned very low. Continuous rain always stops; The wind that keeps blowing all day will always stop.

The dark clouds in the sky have dispersed and a bright moon is hanging in the sky. I wonder who arranged the embellishment of this scenery. In fact, the face of the sky and the color of the sea are clear and innocent, and no external force is needed to wash them. ?

I wanted to learn to quit the officialdom with a fork, but now I don't have to. Confucius' thoughts are superfluous to me. Now that the political situation has leveled off, I have generally understood the warm music of the Yellow Emperor's Fairy Pool. Exiled to this remote desert island in the south, I had a narrow escape, but I have no regrets. Because this trip to the south is amazing, which is unprecedented in my life.