I want to guard the cold room for you alone, with nothing to say.
Send a gift to Lu Xun, Yu Dafu in the Republic of China. He went to the restaurant drunk and screamed for two hours.
The mob tried their best to keep the river flowing through the ages.
3, hanging Mr. Lu Xun's poems, modern and contemporary, Shi Zhecun's spirit is easy to repair, and nine deaths do not violate the Tao.
Yuan Mingya's long-cherished wish, stained with clothes and smiled.
I will remember the past and the present.
Draw blood to commend Xuanyuan, and the wind tigers roar.
Gao Wen's works are timely, and a paragraph expresses its meaning.
Eliminate mediocrity, leading the way.
The rooster crowed in the storm and the court was set up in the evening.
You had a long and painful night, but you didn't receive the sun.
I used to be gentle and honest, but I also learned from others.
Occasionally or inappropriately, the palace card becomes a different tune.
My goal is macro-writing, public will and Confucian effect.
Blue eyes suddenly turned white and eyebrows glared at the wicked.
In the past twenty years, the world has changed like a waterfall.
In the end, the sky is clean and the general will is made.
The well frog made a wrong investigation on the sea, and changed from pity to pity.
I still keep my virginity, and I am eager to learn from you.
Today, I come to pay homage to the public, smart clothes and hats.
I have read it all my life, and both poems and books are good.
I feel at a loss when I am old, and I feel embarrassed to touch things.
The morning sun in the forest is thin, and the Millennium is cold.
4, reading Lu Xun's poems, modern and contemporary, taking the initiative to serve the public is not obsequious, and the pen is shocking.
Xuanyuan is really brave and flies like an eagle.
5. Lu Xun's last two poems are contemporary. Hu Shiying, one of them, has a sad story about a glass of wine floating on the sea.
"Blood Recommend Xuanyuan" is sincere and worthwhile, and it should be full of speculation.
Secondly, the rest is sung into a volume of poetry, which is generous and magnificent.
It is difficult to find a knife for a small poem.
6, read Mr. Lu Xun's novel essays, four selections, two modern and contemporary, when the Sun family will pay, the night will be dark, and the country will die.
The girl who drinks bullets is lonely, so take a good trip with a knife.
Three weeds in the wasteland, the wind and rain moved Kyushu.
People standing in tall buildings can't sleep, so they should welcome the morning.
Second, after a year of heavy encirclement and suppression, poetry collections are still circulating abroad.
Do you make literature with lace and make a new story?
There is no escape from the bottom of the magic pen, and the tree is strong before it catches the wind.
Another pavilion will hang forever, and the mountain will stop boxing.
7. Read the modern and contemporary poems of Lu Xun and Lin Sanzhi's old learning trends, tear up the times and scold mediocre teachers.
Let's go through the ages, let the furnace rule, and lead an army to drum up the flag.
Look for angry ink from the knife, and look for true poetry from the fire with forbearance.
Ten years later, I was amazed and defeated by Jiang Tou's Lao Bu.
8, Sendai Lu Xun stone tablet flowers (1spring of 965) Modern and contemporary Lu Xun stone tablet in front of Shu Qingchun Ye Qingshan, Yongming bowed his head and raised his eyebrows.
Put weeds into milk, dare to complain that spring flowers are like silk rain.
(It's a light rain)
Red and white flags open against us, and Xuanyuan blood recommends male and female.
The tide in the East China Sea on the edge of the forest is still urgent, so I can't bear to listen to the late Cui Ci in the deserted city.
9. Sing for the centenary of Lu Xun's birth. One of Nie Gannu's topics, Complete Works of Lu Xun (1963), smoked Marxism-Leninism at night, and the milk jackal bit the ancestors early.
People-oriented every word is always the fate of war.
The night of bullfighting is bright and cold, and the charm is on the tripod.
Hands spread out for three hundred days, destined for five thousand years.
The second inscription (1963) is that there are not many shallow roots and flowers of weeds, and weeds have been trampled and deleted.
I will laugh wildly, I will cry, I will laugh happily when I cry, and I will laugh sadly.
Light and shadow come and go, friends, enemies, beasts, love and hate.
The real-time silence is empty, and the world at night is so cold.