This is a poem written by Cao Song in the Tang Dynasty. The whole poem is as follows: Zeguo Jiangshan entered the war map, and the people were happy. Please don't mention anything about Hou Feng, how many lives will be sacrificed for a person's success! This is a realistic description of the chaos and loss of life caused by the war that spread to Jianghan Basin after the Anshi Rebellion. Unfortunately, this kind of "happiness" that was hard to say is now irreparable. The sharp contrast between "one" and "ten thousand" and between General Rong and "ten thousand bones withered" is shocking.

Poor bones to save the lonely grave, want to find the meritorious military service for the general. Today, Zhu's slaughter in the county is the blood of all living things. They all show that great success depends on countless blood and lives.

The wind gradually rises, wrinkles the autumn water, opens the picture book of history, turns page by page, the bones cover the fields, and the blood becomes a river. How many successful generals have not built their achievements by stepping on the bodies of thousands of people?