"Drumming" is a poem on the theme of war, in which the poet reveals his deviation from the so-called mainstream consciousness and vents his resistance to war. In the perspective of the reality of war, the whole poem calls for the value and respect for the concrete existence of individual life, hoping to obtain the right to a happy life. This kind of true and simple singing from the depths of the soul is the most humanistic interpretation of the reason why people exist, and it is a benchmark of human nature set by the ancestors for the literary works of later generations. Among them, "holding the hand of the son, growing old with the son" was also used in later generations to describe the deep love between husband and wife.

The sound of drumming rang in the ears, and the soldiers practiced bravely. The people stayed in the country to defend Caocheng, but I was the only one who went south.

Follow Sun Zizhong and pacify the Chen and Song dynasties. I was still not allowed to go home, which made me worried.

So where are the people? So where did the horse get lost? Where to look for it? Maybe it's already under the mountains and forests.

Life and death are scattered, I told you before. Hold your hand and grow old with you.

Alas, it's been too long for me to be compatible with you! Alas, too far away for me to keep my vows!

"National Style, Guardian Wind, Papaya"

Vote for me with papaya, and repay it with Qiongju. Bandit retribution, always think it is good.

Vote for me with a peach, and repay it with Qiong Yao. Bandit retribution, always think it is good.

Vote for me with Mu Li, and repay it with Qiongjiu. Bandit retribution, always think it is good.

"Papaya" is a poem that expresses deep friendship through gifts, and is a folk song describing the love of friends in the pre-Qin period.

Give me papaya, and I will give Qiongju in return. It's not to thank you, cherish affection and always be good.

You give me the peach peach, and I will take Qiong Yao in return. It's not to thank you, cherish affection and always be good.

You give Mu Li to me, and I will take Qiong Jiu in return. It's not to thank you, cherish affection and always be good.

"National Style, Guardian Style, Hooligans"

Hooligans, hugging cloth trade silk. Bandits come to trade silk, and I seek to come. Send the son to wade Qi, as for Dunqiu. I am scared, and there is no good matchmaker. There will be no anger, and the autumn will be for a period of time.

Take advantage of the other wall, in the hope of recovering the customs. I didn't see the resumption, and I was crying and rippling. Seeing the resumption of customs, laughing and talking. Erbul Zhen, no blame. Bring the chariot with me, and bribe me to move.

The mulberry has not fallen, and its Ye Woruo. Yu groaning, no mulberries. Yu is a woman, and there is no delay. The scruffiness of the scholar can still be said; Women's shyness, can't be said!

The fall of the mulberry is yellow. Self-inferior, three-year-old food poverty. Qi water soup soup, gradually car drapery. The woman is not happy, and the gentleman is not happy. Scholars are also reckless, two or three of their virtues.

At the age of three, she was a woman and worked hard in the house. Sleep at night, and have a bright future. As for the violence. The brother didn't know, and he laughed. Quietly think about it, bow down and mourn yourself.

And you grow old, and you always make me resentful. Qi has a shore, and Xi has a pan. The banquet of the total horn, smiling and smiling. Swear by it, don't think about it. But if you don't think about it, it's already gone!

"Hooligans" is a long poem in which an abandoned woman complains of a marital tragedy. The heroine of the poem recalls the sweetness of her love life and the pain of being abused and abandoned by her husband after marriage. The whole poem has a total of six chapters, the first chapter, recounting his marriage date determined by his first love; In the second chapter, he recounts that he fell in love, broke through the shackles of matchmakers' words and married a gangster; In the third chapter, she speaks to a group of young and beautiful innocent girls, admonishing them not to indulge in love, and pointing out the inequality between men and women.

In the fourth chapter, she expresses resentment against the gangster's negativity, and she points out that it is not the fault of the woman, but the capriciousness of the gangster; Chapter 5, followed by a retrospective, recounts her marital struggles, her abuse, and her brother's ridicule and self-inflicted misfortune; In the sixth chapter, he recounts their friendship with each other in their childhood and their indifference today, rebukes the hypocrisy and deception of the gangsters, and resolutely expresses that they will break off their feelings with the gangsters. The poem "Hooligans", through the self-description of the abandoned woman, expresses her remorse and resolute attitude, and profoundly reflects the oppression and destruction of women in ancient society on the issue of love and marriage.

The man was honest and loyal, and exchanged cloth for silk. He didn't really come to change silk, he came to me to discuss marriage. Send you across the water and all the way to Dunqiu. It's not that I'm deliberately delaying time, it's that you don't have a good matchmaker. Please don't be angry and make autumn your wedding date!

Climb the crumbling ruined wall and look at the people in the distance. I didn't see the man, and tears fell from my eyes. When I finally saw him, I talked and laughed. You use tortoise plates and yarrow to divinate hexagrams, and there is no bad omen. You pick me up in a car, and I'll marry you with a dowry.

When the mulberry tree has not yet lost its leaves, its leaves are fresh and moist. Alas, turtledoves, don't be greedy for mulberries! Alas, girl, do not indulge in the love of men. Men are indulged in love, and they can get out. The girl is indulged in love, and she can't get rid of it.

When the mulberry tree loses its leaves, its leaves wither and turn yellow, and they fall off one after another. Since I married into your family, I have endured a life of poverty for many years. The water was rolling and the splash wet the curtain on the car. There was nothing wrong with the woman, but the man's behavior was inconsistent. A man's love is not qualitative, and his feelings change again and again.

For many years as your wife, there is no hard work left in the house, getting up early and going to bed late every day, and there is not a day that is not like this. When your desires have been fulfilled, you become wicked. My brothers don't understand my situation, and they are laughing at me! When you calm down and think about it, you can only be sad yourself.

I wanted to grow old with you, but now I resent my desire to grow old. No matter how wide the water is, there is always a shore, and no matter how big the low and humid depression is, there is also a side. When they were teenagers, they played happily together and talked and laughed to their heart's content. The oath is sincere and sincere, I didn't expect you to change your mind. If you break your oath and don't remember your old feelings, then forget it!

"National Style, Wei Feng, Shuo Rat"

Big rat big mouse, no food for me! Three-year-old Guan Ru, don't care about me. The passing will go to you, and it will be a paradise. Paradise and Paradise, I have what I have.

Rats and rats, no food for me! Three-year-old Guan Ru, Mo I Kende. The passing will go to you, and it will be suitable for the country. Happy country, happy country, I am worth it.

Rats and rats, no food for my seedlings! Three-year-old Guan Ru, Mo I am willing to work. The passing will go to you, and the suburbs will be suitable for the suburbs. Le Jiao Le Jiao, who is the eternal number?

"Shuo Rat" is a folk song of the Wei Kingdom, and the theme of this poem is not much different from ancient and modern views, and it is mostly believed that it is an inner cry of the people against exploitation and yearning for a happy land. The whole poem uses pure metaphors, and uses rats to satirize the exploiters, and the implication is very straightforward.

Big vole, big vole, don't eat the millet I planted! I have served you hard for many years, but you have not taken care of me. Vows to get rid of you and go to the promised land to be happy. That Paradise, that Paradise, is my best place!

Big vole, big vole, don't eat the wheat I planted! I have served you hard for many years, but you have treated me well. I vow to get rid of you and go to the land of Nale with love. That happy country, that happy country, is where my good lies!

Big vole, big vole, don't eat the seedlings I planted! I have served you hard for many years, but you have not been kind to me! I swore that I would get rid of you and go to the happy suburbs to have laughter. That Le Jiao, that Le Jiao, who still laments the long cry!