Poetry with words describing birthdays and anniversaries

Gao Yan: Work at sunrise and rest at sunset —— Mao Zedong's birthday anniversary (I)

First, go to Beijing that month.

Go to Beijing on the moon

Those thousand-year-old palaces and hundred-year-old hutongs

At the moment, I have fallen asleep quietly, as quiet as a chicken feather shop.

It's like a great Peking Opera just ended.

Only love can't be completed.

Can't melt the moonlight and thoughts of this city!

at dead of night

The widest square in the world is empty at the moment.

Those voices and smiles that support my life.

As clear as flowers in water.

How bright the moonlight is at home! Her relatives are on the other side.

The independent Jinshui Bridge has been staring at your face on Tiananmen Gate for a long time.

A kind of humidity welled up in my eyes and persisted for a long time!

(1990 Mid-Autumn Festival)

Second, miss the people you love-write it on the anniversary of your death.

It was an autumn night.

The stars disappeared in the sky.

The lights in the city went out in turn.

The rice waves in the countryside are restless.

Hot meteorites streaked across the sky.

Fall into the atmosphere and ocean

That day is the anniversary of your death

Winter is coming.

The snowstorm roared faintly.

We will be lost in the long night.

Then freeze.

Eventually die!

Kaihui's mother died.

The An Ying brothers died in battle.

The person you trusted betrayed you.

Everything you hate is back.

Life without you

We are orphans at last.

First of all, I lost my soul

And then bullied and insulted.

After that, every time you die,

I always cry when I think of you.

We failed to live up to your teachings and wishes.

We have missed the most solemn and beautiful era of mankind.

On this autumn night.

No one can sleep on your anniversary tonight.

What we see is the legendary Big Dipper.

I miss your voice, your smile and your years.

Thinking of you is the fire in our hearts.

All kindling will eventually turn into a single spark, which can start a prairie fire!

Now, starting from this autumn night,

I still have to live hard.

We will be like you and our parents.

Get up from the sea of blood and dry your tears and blood.

See you in the sky, an army on the ground!