Jiumen Ci Jingtai Heyuan

The earthworks are shaken, the dragon flag is hidden, the nine towers are in panic, and the building is in danger. The redbud beacon shines in the sky, and the jade steps are stained with blood. The lonely minister broke his lamp and swore an oath to heaven, and the sound of cracking silk shook the mountains and rivers: "The nine gates are the same as the country's life and death, and they moved south to make false claims and put their bodies under the sword!" The shuo wind cracked the Desheng Gate, and the wolf's banner crushed the city and the avalanche destroyed it. There are drums and drums on all sides, and the burning house is close, and one arm holds the sky like a thunderous bow. The golden armor reflects the cold stars and moon, and the arrows whistle across the sky to determine the Han Dynasty: "This direction is the border. I will live and die with the country!" Ten years of hard work have been devoted to replenishing Jinou, and the shadow of the sails of the canal is connected with the clouds. More reforms have been carried out to suppress the officials, and the army has strengthened its borders. The Northern Court presented camels with snow from the Tianshan Mountains, and the Southern Sea presented Chen's blue wave boat. All nations hold the jade and pursue the eunuch, and they begin to believe that the world will be peaceful and prosperous. The prosperous age is not yet young, the stars are moving, and the disease is sinking and gnawing at the bones. The dragon shadow is locked deep in the Nangong, and the smoke from the medicine furnace is cold and accompanied by Gun's clothes. Fengtian is visited by all nations again, and Xuanshang shines in the twelve chapters. Suddenly I saw blood plum blossoms splashing against the sun and moon, and long stars falling dimly into the purple sky. The sick bones are so jagged that the sky is cracked, and the mountains and rivers are rewoven with one hand. In the glorious prosperous age, there are blood and tears, who has the merit and demerit to engrave the mysterious Guijie? The history of Qing Dynasty has long been respectfully named, and the trees in Weiyang Palace crow with the blood of cuckoos. To this day, I still hear the sound of the wind blowing through the setting sun, as bright as blood!