Poem of the Red Turban Rebellion

The clouds are from the dragon, the wind is from the tiger, the fame and fortune are from the dust and the earth. Looking at Shenzhou, the people are suffering, and thousands of miles of fertile land are barren. Look at the world, as much as you want, and make up for the defects of heaven. Good boy, don't be a parent, just for the common people, not for the lord. Holding a steel knife of ninety-nine, he killed Hu Er before stopping. I am a dignified man, what is a Tartar as a horse and an ox. The strong man drank the wine in the bowl and did not look back on the journey of a thousand miles. The golden drums roared in unison, and the yellow dragon swore endlessly.