What poems describe loyalty to the country?

It can only be extracted from the deep mountains after being struck by thousands of hammers. It regards the burning of the burning fire as a very common thing. Don't be afraid of being smashed to pieces, leaving innocence in the world.

Interpretation: Limestone can only be mined from deep mountains after thousands of tempering, and the burning of raging fire is regarded as a very common thing. Even if it is shattered, it is not afraid. It is willing to leave a clean body in the world.

2. Wen Song Tian Xiang's "Crossing Ding Yang"

Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.

The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Who hasn't died since ancient times? Take the heart of Dan and follow history.

Interpretation: In retrospect, I went through a lot of hardships when I entered the imperial examination in my early years, and now it has been four years since the end of the war. The country is in danger like catkins in a strong wind, and individuals are like duckweeds in a shower. I'm still afraid of the fiasco at Fear Beach. It's a pity that I'm alone in Yuan Lu. Who can live forever since ancient times? I want to leave a patriotic heart that reflects history.

3. Yang Mingji's righteous poems.

I am noble and upright, and I only died for the kingdom. Qi Hao is still in space. Although I will die, my heart will live forever and shine on future generations. The life of the country has long been the heart of the country, but it has failed to fulfill the regret of the country, leaving ashes as evil spirits to be compensated by the state to destroy the enemy.

Interpretation: I was born upright and died only for my country. I should still be in space. Although I will die, my heart will live forever and it will shine on future generations. I have long had the heart to serve my country, but I have failed to leave regrets for serving my country. I still have to make amends for my country and kill the enemy.

4. Thirteen poems by Don Lihe in Nanyuan. Why don't men bring Wu Gou?

Why don't men take Wu Gou and accept fifty states in Guanshan? Please go to see the paintings of the founder heroes with pictures. Another scholar was once called the aristocrat of a million families?

Interpretation: Why don't men take the sharp Wu Gou with them to recover the fifty states of Guanshan, which is divided into the north and the south of the Yellow River? Please go to Lingyange, where there are portraits of founding heroes, and see which scholar can be canonized as the prince of every household in the food city.

5. Shi's "Niannujiao Chibi Nostalgia"

The surging river flows eastward, and those heroes of the past are gone forever. Old camp west, people say it's the war of the Three Kingdoms, Battle of Red Cliffs. The steep rock wall, like thunder waves lapping against the river bank, waves like rolling up thousands of snow. The majestic rivers and mountains are picturesque, and many heroes emerge at once.

Looking back on Zhou Yu's spring breeze era, young and beautiful Joe just married him, and he was full of heroic spirit. A white figure with a feather fan came face to face, and while talking and laughing, the enemy warships burned to ashes. I am wandering in the battlefield today. I feel a feeling heart and give birth to white hair prematurely. Life is like a dream, sprinkle a glass of wine to pay tribute to the bright moon on the river.

Interpretation: river of no return, washed out those eternal romantic figures. To the west of the ancient battlefield, it is said that Zhou Yu of the Three Kingdoms broke Cao Jun's Red Cliff, surrounded by high rocks and mountains, and the cliffs on both sides were like clouds. The stormy waves are beating violently on the other side, and the rolled waves are like thousands of snow in winter. Jiangshan is so picturesque, how many heroes have emerged at one time.

Think back to the famous Yu. Xiao Qiao has just married him, and he is very dashing. With a feather fan in his hand and a black silk scarf on his head, he was laughing calmly and smartly, and 800,000 Cao Jun was like ashes. Now immersed in the ancient battlefield, wandering in the past. Ironically, I have so much nostalgia for the past that my temples are as white as old age. Life is like a hazy dream. A toast to the eternal moon.