Poems about the Monkey King

Guo Moruo's "Seven Laws, Look":

The shemale confuses right and wrong, is kind to the enemy, and plays practical jokes on friends.

I've heard the curse of the golden cudgel ten thousand times, and escaped from the bone three times.

When a thousand knives chop the flesh of the Tang monk, what is the loss to the Great Sage?

Education can appreciate in time, and pigs are smarter than fools.

Mao Zedong s Seven Laws and Comrade Guo Moruo;

Wind and thunder together on the ground, a pile of thin bones.

Monks are fools, but they can still be trained. Demons are ghosts.

A golden monkey raises a thousand fishing rods, and Wang Yu clarifies Wan Li.

Today, I cheer for Sun, just because the demon fog is coming again.

It is because of thunder that the eyes are empty and the bones are not allowed to gather in a pile.

It's foggy all over the world for nine days, and disaster strikes eighty times.

Monks know their regrets when they are punished, and pigs repay their regrets.

Golden eyes are unforgivable, even if the goblin comes at a hundred million degrees.

How can people learn from the ancient times when the lights are brightly lit? Into the fire, can't burn. If you go into the water, have you ever drowned? A Manizu is bright, but a sword and halberd can't hurt you. It can also be good or evil, and good and evil are before him.

When it is good, it becomes a Buddha and a fairy, and when it is evil, it has long hair and horns. Infinite change makes heaven, but thunder can't catch the magic weapon.

Sanyang Jiaotai produces a group of people, and the fairy stone cells contain the essence of the sun and the moon.

Turn the monkey into a road with eggs and pretend that your name is Dan Cheng.

Internally, I don't know why there is no phase, but externally, I know it is tangible.

Everyone has been from this place for generations, and they are called kings and saints.