More patriotic poems about seven-character quatrains:
(1) Three Wan Li rivers flow into the sea, and five thousand mountains climb skyscrapers. The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year.
(2) At an early age, I knew that the world was unbearable and the Central Plains was like a mountain. It snowed all night in the building, and the autumn wind dispersed in the iron horse.
(3) The smoke cage is full of sand in the cold month and near Qinhuai Restaurant at night. Strong women in business don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing backyard flowers across the river.
(4) The wind swept away the rivers and lakes, and the sound of the four mountains turned into waves. The small fire and the felt wrapped around it are so warm that neither my cat nor I want to go out.
(5) Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
(6) Plowing thousands of acres and boxes is exhausting and injuring people. But in order to satisfy all sentient beings, even if they are sick in the sun, they will not hesitate.