The most domineering verses to send a message to the God of Plague are as follows:
1. Qijue. Pay tribute to Wei Jieshi Jianhua, Director of the Emergency Department of Wuhan University People’s Hospital
Be kind and fight against the epidemic Dare to take responsibility and use benevolent skills to help one side. Wealth and fame are all rubbish, practice great love and be generous.
2. Qilu. Fighting the Plague, with the second rhyme of Mao Zedong's "Send Off to the God of Plague" by Shi Jianhua
Spring returns to the earth with willow branches, and plague monsters lurk in Hankou. The sound of yellow cranes makes the turbid waves of the river miserable, and the shadows and leaves of the green mountains wither sadly.
When one party is in trouble, Jiuxian selflessly helps Xiao. We are united in our efforts to fight bravely, and welcome the red sun to the demon lord.
Yuan Jade: "Seven Rules. Sending the God of Plague" by Mao Zedong
The spring breeze has thousands of willows, and the six hundred million Chinese states are all filled with Shun and Yao. The red rain turns into waves at will, and the green mountains turn into bridges intentionally.
The five ridges in the sky are like silver hoes falling, and the earth is shaking and the iron arms of three rivers are shaking. May I ask where King Wen wants to go? The paper boat is burning with candles shining in the sky.
3. Qijue. Listening to the Singing of the Creek Shi Jianhua
Don’t worry that Gengzi has no friends, he helps the willows and listens to the stream with lights all the way. Who is in charge of the flying flowers in the sea of ??poems? The crescent moon is beautiful and clear.
4. Qijue. It is sunny on the fifth day of the Gengzi New Year, Shi Jianhua
The little dog barks at the door to remind the Lord to wake up, and the red sun shines calmly on the slanting curtain. The chicken singing next door spreads across the village, but unfortunately the epidemic is about to stop us.
5. Huanxi Sha. Gengzi chanted on the fifth night of the Lunar New Year by Shi Jianhua
Fuliu listens to the stream in the middle of the night. The long street is empty and quiet with little spring makeup. Dengke looks over the crescent water.
The hair under the wrist exerts horizontal and vertical force, and the rhythm on the paper is flat and crazy. The firewood leaf is half-covered and the ink is fragrant.
The above verses are the most domineering verses to send a message to the God of Plague.