Full text of feelings, climbing the Yellow Crane Tower with infinite river red.

1, my feeling is that the Yellow Crane Tower is a poem by Yue Fei, a poet in the Southern Song Dynasty. The first part of the poem describes the tragic scene of the splendid rivers and mountains in the Central Plains being trampled by the enemy's iron hoof, and expresses deep grief and indignation over state affairs from the comparison between the past and the present. In the following film, the broad masses of soldiers and civilians paid a heavy price to fight against the nomads from the army, and the author expressed his feelings with grief and impassioned voice. This poem "Man Jiang Hong" is grammatically composed of words such as "thinking about the past and thinking about the future", "till now" and "when will you come back". It has a long history, rigorous structure, distinct levels, concise and bright language, and is characterized by bold use of words.

2. Full text of Yellow Crane Tower in Hong Deng, Manjiang: Looking at the Central Plains from afar, there are many battlements outside the wilderness. Think of that year, flowers covered willows and protected Fengtai Long Ting. Long live the Pearl in front of the mountain, and Penghu Temple is full of songs. Up to now, fighter planes are all over the suburbs and dusty. The soldiers are there, and the ointment is on the front line. People live in peace and fill in the gaps. Sighing that mountains and rivers are the same, thousands of villages are sparse. When you ask for a sharp brigade, cross the Qinghe River with a whip. However, I came back and continued my trip to Hanyang, riding a yellow crane.

Looking upstairs at the Central Plains, I saw many battlements under the cover of wild smoke. Think back to that year! Flowers cover the line of sight, willows cover the city walls, pavilions carve dragons and build phoenixes. Long live the Mountain, Penghu Hall, crowds of ladies-in-waiting, constant singing and dancing, and a prosperous and smooth atmosphere. Now, Land Rover fighters are trampling around the suburbs of the capital, and the situation is very dangerous due to frequent wars and endless dust. Where are the soldiers? Their blood dyed the battlefield red, and their blood moistened the weapons. Where are people? They were killed in the war and their bodies filled the valley. Sigh that the great rivers and mountains are as good as ever, the countryside is barren, and thousands of households are scarce. When will we have the opportunity to kill the enemy and serve the country, lead the elite troops to send troops to the Northern Expedition, cross the river with a whip, sweep the Land Rover in the "suburbs" and recover the Central Plains? Then come back and revisit the Yellow Crane Tower to continue today's tour.