In the old county of Yanyun, the wind rolls in the armor. The emperor holds the north gate of Rui Town, and the beacon directly reflects the nine-layered eaves. In the past I heard that the dragon flag came out of the purple plug, now I see the bloody blade shining on Hanchuan.
With the mountains and rivers torn apart, how dare you look south? The country is about to fall, but it can still be safe! Zhu Di moved the capital to Hang Jian, and Chongzhen sacrificed his country and started a prairie fire.
The drums are dead at the head of the city, and the bones are built into the pass; candles burn in front of the palace, and jade is broken in front of the steps. The snow has not left the halberd, but I can still hear the beard cracking all night long; the moss has invaded the inscriptions on the stele, and the inscription is "I will guard the national wall."
——Therefore, it is said that if the emperor guards the gate of the country, then the three armies will work together; if the king dies in the country, what will happen even if he dies thousands of times?
Mountains and rivers serve as tombs, and the sun and moon serve as banners. This soul is immortal and will forever rule Huajiang!
