0 1 sentence: I dare not forget my motherland.

The disease begins with a book.

Sick and sick, the hat on his head seems to be very wide, and he is a lonely guest on the Chengdu River thousands of miles away. Although the status is low, I never forget to worry about national affairs, but if I want to realize the ideal of reunification, I can only make a final conclusion after death. I hope the gods of heaven and earth will bless the country, and the people in the north will wait day and night for the emperor to recover lost territory. The loyalty spirit of Wang Zhu Ge Kongming's famous book "The Songs of Chu Shi Biao" will remain immortal, so we should read it carefully in the middle of the night.

This is a poem written by Lu You during his illness. One of them, "I am humble and dare not forget to worry about my country", has always been valued by people of insight and has become my life creed.

I lost weight when I was sick, and the gauze hat on my head was also big. I am alone by the Chengdu River thousands of miles away. This was done when he was in Chengdu, Sichuan. Although I am in a low position, I never dare to forget to worry about national affairs. Everything can only be finalized after death. I hope God bless the country, and the people in the capital Tokyo are still expecting the imperial court to recover the rivers and mountains.

The poems written by Heng Yun are not what they used to be, but the spirit of dreams still lingers around Gu Liangzhou.

Climb the North Tower in Autumn Night

A towel and a thistle stick, in the north of the city, the west wind is full of sorrow. A little wind scatters the letter, and two lines of geese take Du Lingqiu. The mountains and rivers are prosperous, and the waste is scratched, and the life experience is stable and guaranteed. Poetry is not what it used to be, and the dream soul is still in Guliangzhou.

Climb the North Gate Tower in autumn night. The west wind is getting stronger, the chill is pressing, and autumn scenery makes people sad. I saw a little bonfire in the distance, reporting the enemy's situation in the Big Three Pass, and the geese flying in the sky brought autumn to Chang 'an Ling Du. Looking at the broken mountains and rivers often makes people uneasy, scratching their hair frequently, and wanting to see the peace of their home country on the tower, with mixed feelings and worries.

Now it is no longer the situation of writing poems on horseback and in the army, but I still miss this place Guliangzhou all the time. This is a poet's grief and indignation, and it is his deep affection when he is worried about and hurt his country. Emotional anger, patriotism is on the paper.

A suit of newspaper is the death of the country, and a pair of sideburns are no longer green in people.

Sleep in the water town at night

The arrow at the waist has withered, and there is no time to breathe. Lao Tzu is still as good as the desert, why do you cry for a new pavilion? A national mourning, people's temples are no longer green. Recalling the rivers and lakes, lying and smelling the new geese falling cold.

The arrow at the waist has been useless for a long time, and all the feathers have fallen off. Lament that the Northern Expedition was unsuccessful and the homeland was not recovered. An old man like me can still cross the desert to fight. Why not cry in the new pavilion? I serve my country with a suit. Although I died without hesitation, my temple has turned white now. Please remember my ship's berth in the Jianghu. In bed, I heard that it was another autumn, and the geese landed on the small continent in the water.