Which country's currency is the most valuable? Xin Qiji, a patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, is full of blood and tears, which is heartbreaking and sad.

Xin Qiji, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty, was named Jia Xuan. Brave poets and generals. It has the reputation of "dragon in words". Xin Qiji was born in the state of Jin, a teenager who resisted the return of Jin to Song Dynasty. He is a fortune teller in Jiangxi and Fujian. The authors are Ten Comments on Meiqin and Nine Comments. They were impeached, dismissed and retired because they disagreed with the political views of the ruling party.

Xin Qiji devoted his life to the cause of recovery and made his own achievements, but his fate was ill-fated, he was excluded and his ambition was hard to pay. But his patriotic belief in restoring the Central Plains has never wavered. Instead, I put all my passion, concern and anxiety about the rise and fall of the country and the fate of the nation into poetry.

Xin Qiji lived at home in his later years. An old hero, because the court insisted on the surrender policy, could only idle away and live in seclusion in the end. Of course, it is conceivable that his mood is contradictory and depressed. Suddenly, someone talked passionately about fame and fortune in front of him. The old hero can't help sighing, and it's a little funny. With a stroke of his pen, he wrote the first word, blood and tears, and every word was a pearl, and the sky was blue.

When I was young, I brought ten thousand soldiers and elite cavalry, and spent too much time with them. Jinmen soldiers were preparing quiver at night, and our Han army shot an arrow at the enemy's mother-in-law early in the morning.

Looking back on the past today, I lament that the spring breeze can't dye my white beard black. However, the words will be flat. I have to find another employer to plant trees.

I remember crossing the Yangtze river with more than 10 thousand soldiers and elite cavalry when I was a child. Jinbing prepares quiver at night, while our Han army shoots an arrow named Jinpu Valley at the enemy in the early morning.

Looking back now, I sigh for myself. Spring breeze can't dye my white beard. I think I'd better take tens of thousands of words to appease the Jin people and exchange books on planting trees with the orientals.

The hero is gone, and the castle peak is there. It's pathetic.