Man Jianghong climbed the Yellow Crane Tower, feeling that Yue Fei in the Southern Song Dynasty looked at the Central Plains from afar, and there were many battlements. Back in those days, flowers covered the willows and protected the phoenix tower and the dragon pavilion. Long live the pearl in front of the mountain, and the penghu temple is full of songs. Up to now, the fighters are full of suburbs, and the dust is evil. Bing An is here? Ointment front cake. Min' an is here? Fill the gully. Sighing the mountains and rivers is the same, and thousands of villages are sparse. When will you ask for a sharp brigade and cross Qinghe Luo with a whip? However, I returned, continued my Hanyang tour, and rode a yellow crane.
Man Jianghong sends a message to Zhu Zhijun of Ezhou, Shou Chang, Su Shi of the Northern Song Dynasty, who came from the west of Jianghan, with tall buildings and deep grapes. Still bring your own, the snowy waves and the spring scenery of Jinjiang. You are the legacy of Nanshan, and I am homesick for the guests outside the sword. In this regard, the scenery is ruthless and diligent. Biography of Jiang Biao, don't read it. Crazy Chu Shi, what a pity. The empty continent is bleak to parrots and reeds. Laughing alone, scholars argue for the bottom, while Tso Gong and Huang Zu are erratic. The original envoy also endowed fallen immortals with poems to chase the yellow crane.
It's a rainy night in the boundless river to express Li Jing's memory. After 4 years of wind and rain, it won't change its name. Through the vicissitudes of life, long songs are crying, and ambitions are like iron. Ten years' cold window honors sages, and Wan Li's lofty sentiments are the same as the sun and the moon. Why are you afraid of business travel? Be compassionate. Wei Wucao, Cheng Gongjie. Tears in Zhongshan, blood in Wing King. Reincarnation, sad eternal parting. Want to pull the galaxy to wash the national humiliation, sweep away the red devils and mend the sky. King of pilgrimage, live up to the oath of the year and the blood of men! Manjianghong Jiaojiao Kunlun Li Shutong (Master Hongyi Jiaojiao Kunlun, on the top of the mountain, someone whistled. Look at the treasure knife at the bottom of the leaf as snow, how much kindness and enmity! The courage of the mouse is split with both hands, and the brain of civil rights is cast with gold. Calculate this life, not a man, good head. Jing Ke Tomb, Xianyang Road; Nie Zheng died, and the remains were violent. As far as river of no return is concerned, I am still lingering. The soul turns into a bird, and the blood splashes into grass of hearts. Look from now on, a good mountain and river is built by heroes. When Guo Moruo crossed the sea, he became a hero. 6 million people, strengthen unity and adhere to principles. When the sky falls, it can hold up, and the world is invincible. Listen to the rooster sing all over the world, Oriental White. The sun rises and the iceberg drops; Real gold is there, can't it be sold? There are four volumes of Xiongwen, which stand for the people. You can't stop laughing when a dog barks at you, but there is no news when a mud cow enters the sea. Welcome the east wind, display the red flag of the revolution, and do the red. Man Jiang Hong Contemporary Yu Dafu For 3 years, I have had a long rest in China. There are several, such as public achievements, and great achievements are spread. Draw the sword and chill the enemy's guts, and stir the clouds and fingers. Up to now, the bread has been left to the east, and the people are eager to cut it. You will be ashamed, but you will have to snow. Chu three households, teach Qin to destroy. May the spirit keep the golden ou intact forever. The squad at the Taiwan side was drunk with stones, and the pavilion side thought of the child and cried blood. To the sky, shed tears for thousands of cups, Penglai que. Man Jiang Hong Jin Jie Gang Zi Song Zhao Xi Peng Jin Jie Gang Zi, who is better than Bi, old cold pine and cypress? A few degrees of desire, clouds in the abdomen, kowtowing and bleeding. Du Lao loves Jun. He is bitter, and Jia Sheng's clothes are wet with tears. For the country, careful planning for safety, profound knowledge. Heroes are not complete. The southeast is rich, especially hard to beat. But I am willing to fix it, and I have no intention to pursue it! The gladiator is angry and empty, and the eagle is not spreading its wings in autumn. But only, the north and south limit barriers, the Yangtze River! Man Jiang Hong Wan Hates Thousand Sorrow Liu Yong Wan Hates Thousand Sorrow in the Northern Song Dynasty, and will be young and heartfelt. Broken dreams, drunk and lonely, the night is long and tasteless. It's a pity that Xu pillow before how much meaning, until now the two always have no always. Being alone, winning sleepless, becoming haggard. Add sadness, what will be done. Empty and disgusting. No one thought about it, and I cried several times. You won't have to do something, and you will die and give up. Wait until the end, and ask Iraq what to do. Manjianghong Drift the Cold Plum Song Zhang Xian Drift the Cold Plum, laughing at the pink butterfly swimming in the bee. Gradually, the water is bright and beautiful, and the curtain is warm. After the rain, the pink is not transparent, and the new willow blue is still weak. Remember to draw a water pavilion deep in the bridge and steal an appointment. How much hate, today is still yesterday; Sorrow and boredom are forgotten. I used to be drunk and fascinated by flowers. The wind is soft when the pigeons try to ring the bell, and the young warbler makes her tongue cold and thin in spring. But only worry, splendid makeup, dongfeng evil. Man Jianghong Wiped the Remnant Monument Ming Wen Zhiming wiped the Remnant Monument, and it was vaguely readable. At the beginning, it was so important to lean on flying, but later it was so cool! Is it the death of success and physical strength, and it is hard to redeem the poor thing. The most innocent, hateful and sad, storm prison. Don't read it, and your government will be stunned! If you don't read it, you will be humiliated! After reading Hui Qin, what is this body? For thousands of years, I didn't talk about crossing the wrong road in the south. At that time, I was afraid of the recovery of the Central Plains. Laugh just a little, what can you do with a smile, and do whatever you want. Man Jianghong Hewang Xuanzi was born in Hunan Kou, and Xin Qiji returned from the Southern Song Dynasty. He raised his whip and asked what Zhuge was like. Humanity is, in a hurry, in May, crossing the Lugu River. White feather wind makes a noise, and Qingxi Road breaks into tears. Early in the world of mortals, when you ride down Hiraoka, you are in a hurry. 3, volumes, Long Taoke. Nothing is gained, but the article is powerful. Put the poetry book at once, and laugh away the dysprosium. Next year, the golden seal will be as big as a bucket, but The Story Of Diu Sim will go out by himself. To be carved, meritorious service to Yunwuxi Stone. Man Jianghong Break the Sorrow Xin Qiji breaks the sorrow in the Southern Song Dynasty. Outside the screen window, the wind shakes the bamboo. After people go, the flute is broken, and people rely on the building alone. Eyeful of March dusk, looked up and felt Qian Shan green. But try to send a book and read it from the beginning. Acacia word, empty surplus, acacia meaning, when is enough? A little drop of lapel, full of tears. The grass is not lost in the guest road, and the weeping willows only hinder people's attention. The most bitter thing is, standing at dusk, railing music. [1] Man Jianghong sent Tang Chaomei to Jintan. Xin Qiji in the Southern Song Dynasty was full of rain and smoke, and he dreamed for ten years and said before he respected him. Spring is just right, the hometown is full of peaches and plums, waiting for you to spend it. Children worship in front of the lights and tears, and it is time to return to the chicken and dolphin club. See still, the tongue is in the teeth, and the heart is iron. Ruling the country, sealing Hou Gu. It's sweaty and full of harmony. I've done it very well, and I've made great achievements in poetry and calligraphy. I always miss you and go home, but now I hate middle age. Laughing at the head of the river and the bright moon is more affectionate, but it is lacking tonight. Man Jianghong sent Li Zhengzhi to be sentenced to Shu. In the Southern Song Dynasty, Xin Qiji went to heaven on the Shu Road, and a glass of clothes was sent and embroidered. Still sighing, middle-aged and sick, unbearable to leave. The northeast is surprised by Zhuge Biao, and the southwest is even more grassy. Pay the fame and tidy up, such as a pen. Tears of children, don't drop. Jingchu road, I can say. To prepare new poems, Lujiang Mountain Scenery. Chibi rocky head waves through the ages, bronze cymbals on the night. When plum blossom and Wan Li are snowing deeply, we must remember each other. Manjianghong Mid-Autumn Festival sent Xin Qiji to the West Building in the Southern Song Dynasty, fearing that the sky would be released and clouds would cover the moon. But when he called for it, the jade fiber flute cracked with a loud blow. Who makes curling float in the world, most pities yu fu. Ask Chang E, lonely and cold. Ying huafa. The cloud is full and Joan's cup is slippery. Long sleeves, singing and swallowing. Nine times out of ten, you still need to grind. If you get a long circle so late, human feelings may not look at the farewell. Put the past and separation from hate together and return to it. Man Jianghong Jiankang Shi Zhidao left behind the seat and endowed Xin Qiji of the Southern Song Dynasty with hanging wings, laughing at the world and being desolate. Also to, nine deep, jade steps stand. The sleeves are colorful, and he will make up for the northwest in the next year. And return, laugh and protect the Yangtze River, Bo Chengbi. Beautiful land, articles. Golden rays sing, red teeth clap. See you fly forward, news from Japan. It is expected that Baoxiang Huangge dreams and still paints Qingxi flute. I have known you for a long time. On the banquet of Manjianghong Ganzhou, Chen Jiling was the satrap of Xin Qiji in the Southern Song Dynasty, and the sunset was boundless, and the wind was calm and the sails were weak. Remember, flirting, beautiful scenery. Tired guests don't know where they are, but the beauty has already returned the news. Then he returned, only to give a cloud and help the king. Some things, how to get. Know that there is hate, don't remember it again. But chutian specially, the twilight clouds are bright. Things that pass by are not satisfactory, and nine times out of ten, the head is white today. Smile Jiangzhou, Sima is too affectionate, blue and wet. Man Jianghong, Jiang Xing and Yang Ji Weng rhyme Xin Qiji crossed the mountain in the Southern Song Dynasty, which is strange and similar. It is a dream, an ordinary trip, Jiangnan Jiangbei. The best place to go is to bring a staff, which can save a few lives. Laugh at the dust, thirty-nine years later, grow into a guest. Wu Chudi, demolished in the southeast. Heroes, enemies of Cao Liu. Blown away by the west wind, there is no trace of it. Louguan is an adult, and the flag is white before it is rolled. Sighing the world, turning sorrow and joy to find each other, today is still the past. Man Jianghong sent Zheng Shunju, a doctor, to call Xin Qiji, a doctor in the Southern Song Dynasty, for a lifetime, which was not a responsibility and was as pale as a halberd. When you hear that the Tao is right, the king is interested, and the peace is long. This old man has been a soldier for hundreds of thousands, and Chang 'an is in the northwest. Then the phoenix, flying a letter to the next day, urged to hurry. Driving on the road, children cry. The wind and rain are dark and the flags are wet. Look at the wild plum official willow, Dongfeng news. Don't laugh at the cane temple, but now the pine and bamboo are colorless. Ask the world, who cares not to leave sorrow, and what is in the cup. Man Jiang Hong You Nan Yan and Fan Kuo's Rhyme Xin Qiji laughed at Hongya in the Southern Song Dynasty and asked who would cut Qianzhang and Cuiyan. Still, the west wind and the white horse, the north village and the south country. It seems that the whole monk's house is in a mess, and I want to swallow it and spit it out. Everything in the world and in Qiu Lai has been shaken down. Call a bucket of wine and drink with you. □ Small hidden, looking for a quiet appointment. And Ding Ning Hugh negative, Beishan ape crane. There are deer seeking deer dreams from the canal, and non-fish will decide the unknown fish. Looking up, the bird answers, but turning back is wrong. When Professor Yu Shanfu was ill, he sent a few futons to Xin Qiji in the Southern Song Dynasty, and the abbot Li and Jun came to ask about the disease. It's raining at night, don't go in a hurry, have a glass of north and south. Don't invade idle hair in everything, and sleep and eat well in a hundred years. The most memorable, this language is diligent, and the daughter is straight. Xigeng Road, East Rock. Hand in hand, this is the past. There is still hope for the future, and the old alliance is like the sun. Don't believe that Penglai is separated by wind and waves, and the sky has its own strength. There is no news about plum blossoms and a night of bitter acacia. Manjianghong stayed in Beijing. In modern times, Qiu Jin stayed in Beijing, and it was the Mid-Autumn Festival. The chrysanthemums under the fence are in full bloom, and the autumn colors are clear, just as they have just been scrubbed. The four sides of the song will eventually break Chu, and the eight-year flavor will be like Zhejiang. It's not a crumb to be forced to be Emei! This life, although I can not be a man, join their ranks. The heart is stronger than the man. Think of ordinary day, my heart, often for others and hot. Those Laity, narrow - minded, how can you understand me? When the hero has no way to go, it is inevitable to suffer setbacks. The world of mortals, where to find a bosom friend, the blue is wet. Manjianghong Swallow House In the Swallow House in Wen Tianxiang in the Mid-Southern Song Dynasty, it was once again autumn. Acacia, youth like a dream, take a trip to the fairy. Muscle jade is dark and the belt is slow, and the tears obliquely penetrate the side of the flower bud. The most unprovoked, banana shadow on the window screen, green light rest. The winding pool is closed and the high platform is destroyed. There is nothing to say about human affairs. Go to Nanyang Qian, full of blood. The world is like a storm, and my body is a clear moon. Laugh happily, have a good romantic life, and the flowers are lacking. Man Jianghong asked about the pipa. Wen Tianxiang asked about the pipa in the Southern Song Dynasty. The most bitter thing is, a flower from Yao Huang, moved to the fairy que. The queen mother celebrated the banquet, and the immortal's tears filled the side of the golden plate. Listen to the palace, rain the bell twice in the middle of the night, and rest. Clouds are scattered, incense is extinguished. The bronze camel hates it, so to speak. I want a man to be generous and chew through his gums. Looking back at Zhaoyang leaving the sunset, sad copper finches welcome the autumn moon. I don't want to be like a heavenly family, but I am short of gold. Manjianghong wine Tianshan Mountain Wen Tianxiang wine Tianshan Mountain in Southern Song Dynasty, today, it is allowed to levy a saddle and rest less. With iron and hard work, the husband is strong. Rectifying the dry Kun is not a different thing, and the clouds open the bright moon in Wan Li. Laugh all the time, and talk about the total frogs, why worry. When the cymbal blows, the robe produces snow. The military power is strong, and the sound is extinguished. Learn from your ancestors and cultivate your teachers, and endure teaching disability. Luo Ding has nothing to lose. Who dares to ask? The curtain is thin and bloody. Fast three dynasties, filial piety, heavenly heart, Anling que. Manjianghong Taiye Furong Southern Song Dynasty Wang Qinghui Taiye Furong, muddy and not like the old color. I remember, the spring breeze and rain dew, the jade building is golden. The reputation is as fragrant as an orchid in his imperial concubines, and his face is as rosy as a lotus flower, often accompanied by the king. Suddenly, a drumbeat revealed the sky, and the prosperity rested. The imperial court collapsed, and the monarch and his subjects drifted away. Eternal hatred, who says? Facing the broken mountains and rivers, I can only look up to the sky and cry, tears of blood and tears. The night terrors in the posthouse are dusty dreams, and the palace Che Xiao rolls over Guan Shanyue. Ask Heng E, I am willing to take it easy, and I am equally lacking. Man Jiang Hong Chi Bi Ji Tou Dai Fugu Chibi Ji Tou in the Southern Song Dynasty, had a good time and missed the past. Think at that time, Zhou Lang was young, and swallowed up the space. Miriade, the drums roll deafening; In the battle of the thousands of Column, the Ichthyosaur of the compound river became furious because of the influence of the war. The long fire dragon rolled up on the water, and in the sound of the drums, the Sun Liulian army besieged Cao Cao. Crossing the river, riverside road. The river ferry, the river side road, is the strategic location of the terrain, is the place where the men and death struggle. Today I am here to pay tribute to the ancient monuments, I have the deep feelings, more than reading history books. The east wind blows, the scene shifts, has changed many times, the history of the past with the Jency and I fold. Ask the willow next year for who and spring, for who to shake the golden branches. [2] Manjianghong-I would like to ask Kyushu Shandong Yuqiao screen broadcast, showing the war of resistance, China Yingjie. Look at today, the barbarians are not peaceful, and the Japanese thieves are hard to destroy. Sixty years of neglect and plunder, 1.3 billion people's shame and evil. Call us, rejuvenate the country, be ashamed before blood, and be anxious. .77 change, not forgotten; Nanjing shame, He Yuexue. Sighing the eventful autumn, the four seas are hard to stop. Send troops to destroy Yingzhou in the East China Sea, and drive troops south to levy the Philippines and Vietnam. Who is today, revenge and national prestige, and people are eager.
Modern Works
Man Jianghong and Comrade Guo Moruo (Author: Mao Zedong) On January 9, 1963, Man Jianghong and Comrade Guo Moruo
Little globe, several flies hit a wall. Buzzing, a few squeals, a few sobs. It's not easy for an ant to exaggerate the country and shake a tree. The west wind leaves Chang 'an, and the cymbals fly. How many things are never urgent; Heaven and earth turn, and time is pressing. Ten thousand years is too long, seize the day. The four seas are turbulent and angry, and the five continents are shocked by the wind and thunder. All pests must be swept away, and they are invincible. [3] Man Jianghong September 18th (Author: Xinghua Village Website Xinghua Culture Society Edition "book heart and sword courage", Chizhou people website dance text and ink version "Jiangnan leisure guest") Think of Kanto in the distance, September 18th, the situation is sad. As bold as a mouse, he frequently sends secret orders and wraps his hoof. Indulge the jackal to slaughter dissidents, and throw away the flesh and blood to attract gluttony. Abandon the three provinces, clear autumn without a moon, and lack of rivers and mountains. People and gods are angry, and the wind is fierce; Yellow River roar, China rises. Fierce sword, straight into the neck of the Japanese slave. Defending the country doesn't think about the broken home, and resisting Japan doesn't care about bleeding. And Jin ou, the whole country is full of glory, Yan Huang Yue! Man Jianghong Yue Fei (Author: Xinghua Village Website Xinghua Culture Society Edition "Book with Heart and Sword", Chizhou People Website Dance with Ink Edition "Jiangnan Leisure Guest") "Give me back my rivers and mountains", roaring into the sky, the situation is staggering. Reach the middle reaches, protect the people and defend the country, and be brave and seek the highest. Sweeping across the Central Plains, smashing the bamboo, smashing the soup and pouring snow. Easy to shake the mountain, difficult to shake the Yue family army, the Great Wall Iron. Limin wakes up, and the sword rests; Brothers are here, and the heart is tied. Kyushu peace, loyalty and bravery will always leave a tablet. Carrying a loyal and bright day, and a bright moon in your heart. According to people, a thousand years of competition, China is rich! Manjianghong —— A centenary memorial to the Revolution of 1911 —— The Statue of Sun Yat-sen, a work by Fan Ceng (Author: Fan Ceng), is hidden in Taiwan Province
Standing in chongling, chasing after the purple haze. For a hundred years, the wind and cloud are strange and majestic. The collapsed dynasty became rotten grass, and the vast ambition carried frost and snow. From Qingping, the name of Yixian outside the ridge, competing to say. The road is there, and Hu Lu is destroyed; Northern expedition sword, sealing throat blood. Shame on Yuan Xiao for stealing the country, and anger destroys Jie! The legacy is that Zongzhao was a righteous man, and the prophet predicted early to drive away the remnants. Comfort the present, the blue sky shines in China, and the moon is full.