I heard that the emperor has made a grand plan to pacify the northern frontier. Today's rebellion will surely delay. Zhao Gou is frivolous, his conduct is not upright, he has abandoned his favor and righteousness, and has broken his oath and broken his promise. The generals of the nation have been in the Bian camp for a long time. When they encounter such a change, they should know the enemy's heart. If they follow this thief for a long time, they will never achieve anything. Once the disaster comes, the change will come. Happiness and disaster are interdependent, and there is always a harvest. The generals will recover the capital and guard the mausoleum from afar. The merits will be recorded in the paintings and the portraits will be listed in the clouds. They should lead the people to the west, avoid the disturbance, and receive high titles and honors, just like old friends. The blue ox and white horse are witnesses, and the gray wolf and pine desert are witnesses.
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"Report to Yu Yun"
Song-Hongya
My dear brother, have you been well since we met in Huolu? We didn’t even have time to say goodbye, but the Jin invaders collapsed. My brother was the first to serve the king, and Tangdi was the second. We followed the invaders to the north. This has happened three times since Jianyan. When Wuhe fell, the king’s army was defeated, and all my peers died, I was a prisoner, but I had great ambitions, endured humiliation, and slept on straw and tasted gall, thinking about serving the country. Although we are at the ends of the earth and have reached the end of our rope, as long as this body is not destroyed, my doctrine will survive. Looking back today, the village is solemn, the emperor is a hero, and there will be a revival, so I can say that I have no regrets even if I die.
Since I was trapped in the enemy camp, I have been suffering day by day. I have shaved my hair and changed my clothes, and my heart is filled with blood and tears. I look at the abyss without feeling the cold water, and my mind is thinking of the North Sea; I look at the blades but have not seen the itching of my head, and my mind is thinking of the geese in the palace. I have suffered all the sufferings of life, and I have been a prisoner in China. The cold comes and the hot goes, and the time flies by. The sun sets and the moon rises, and the stars move. I miss my relatives and friends in my homeland, lean against the door and look out, thinking of the tombs of my ancestors, and the green pines and cypresses. My heart is burning with blood, and I am in a trance and grief. If I cry, I will hear the barbarians, and if I cry, I will cry in a foreign land. I am in a trance all day, and toss and turn all night. In my dreams, when my soul is trembling, I can only lean against the window and look south, and I can feel at ease.
Today, the world is peaceful, the family is blessed, the holy ruler is long-lived, the country is prosperous, the army has ended, and the time for peace has come. But I cannot bathe myself, cannot see, and am alone. I have exhausted all my strength and have no other options. I was killed by a sword and sentenced to death according to the customs of the barbarians: blood is sacrificed to the blood god, the skull is offered to the skull seat, one is buried in the grass, and the other is piled up in the imperial palace. Maybe one day you will come to Yanjing, remember the old feelings, and let the dead soul return home. The bones will become the ghosts of the Song Dynasty. This is enough to show compassion. What else can we hope for? I have another work "Kite", and I hope you can pass it on: Cicadas and doves roost on the wormwood, and the fallen phoenixes roost on the sycamore. In the quiet night, the mist rises, and the sound of the strings echoes in the blue sky. The connoisseur understands the meaning of the song, and endures the humiliation to sing the northern song. Since I fell from the top of the green pine, why do I hold the red cypress in my mouth?
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