Ten thousand acres of crimson cold eyes,
Dew wet autumn, the wind lifts the frost knife.
Rows of northern geese letters frequently carry,
But the branches are more afraid of the Ming Dynasty.
Years of merit for hard work,
Axes are cut and shoveled and burned on the spot.
A hundred years worth worse than chaff,
Throw away the pin in sorrow, and then cut the empty end.
About author:Duan Yun, a native of Fuxian County, Shaanxi, a member of the Fuxian Social Promotion Association, a member of the Fuxian Writers Association, and a member of the Fuxian Poetry Society.