Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong·Writing Feelings"
I am so angry that I lean on the railing and the rain breaks. Looking up, looking up to the sky and roaring, with strong feelings. Thirty years of fame and dust, eight thousand miles of clouds and moon. Don't wait any longer. The young man's head will turn gray, and it will be so sad!
Jingkang’s shame is still not over. The hatred of the ministers, when will it be destroyed! Driving a long car, crossing the gap in Helan Mountain. The ambitious people eat the meat of Huns when they are hungry, and drink the blood of Huns when they are thirsty and laugh about it. Waiting to start over, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and face the sky.