Seven ancient singing frogs
Sitting alone in the pond like a tiger,
Cultivate spirit in the shade of trees.
I won't say anything about spring,
Which bug dares to be silent?
Gu Wu Wan Yi Chang Tao
Miss you deeply, thinking that Jun Jun will not come. Worrying about killing Fang Nianyou, lamenting more than mourning.
Hengyang geese are loud and clear, and Xiangbin springs back. Feel happy when you have feelings, wandering in Nancheng.
Two topics: the grass growing in the city and the invasion of tears. Picking lonely scenery, the sunset is the west of the cloud.
During the party period, I proposed tourism, which was unimaginable. Forever, from now on, chickens crow at midnight.
When the rooster crowed, sweat flowed all over Gaodong. Ran Ran looked at you and shook hands.
The mountains are full of colors, and everything that should fly has flown. I am as depressed as Chu, and I sing according to the column.
Zhu Qing and money, I would like to try the sword. There are islands in the East China Sea, and there are enmities in the North Mountain.
Whoever cleans up will feel free to resign. The child died young, and Yaqin was never seen again.
Qin was the most seriously injured, and Zhu Huachun lost face. In the next thousand days, who told * * *.
Looking at the spirit to recommend a glass of wine, looking at the inscription is bleak. How to pass away in melancholy, Jiang Tianshui is a flood.
Seven ancient schools were sent to Zongyi Langdongxing.
Clouds open, accumulate, and overcast, Tianma Phoenix Chunshu.
Young and troubled, Cai Jia was defeated, and Shanhe was once fascinated by it.
You do what you want, and Kun Peng makes waves from here.
Dongting Xiang ascended to heaven, and the great ship pointed to the East.
I was worried for a day for no reason, but I was lucky to be blown by the east wind in Wan Li.
What does the husband care about? He wants to see the universe.
It is not enough to worry about the cross-flow of the sea.
Put aside your body and mind, the sun and the moon will always be new and beautiful in your chest.
Famous in this 500-year-old world, all princes are mediocre.
There were many friendships before Lang Ping officials, and Chongming has brought water to Mayi.
I have a book to return to the sword of Japan, so I'm going back to Yajun.
Four-character poem in memory of mother
Alas, my mother died suddenly. Fifty-three years old, seven children.
Seven sons and three more, namely Qin. Other infertility, two women and three men.
It is difficult to prepare a calendar for raising a younger brother. Destroy the mill, so get sick.
In the middle, everything is sad. I can't bear to die, waiting for Xu Wen to vomit.
I only talk about two ends today. A virtue, a hatred.
My mother has a high wind and advocates fraternity. The distance is near and far, and it is repetitive.
Kay was moved by her kindness. Love is sincere.
No slander, no cheating. Finishing is natural and not deceptive at all.
Hand ze, very organized. Precise mind, divided reason, divided feelings.
Nothing can be counted, and nothing can be hidden. The wind of cleanliness is everywhere.
There is no dust inside or outside. Five virtues are the big end.
Conform to his personality, as in the world. Hate is partial, the last of the three cardinal guides and the five permanent members.
Aspiring without reaching, seeking without reaching. The mental pain is outstanding.
What is the sky? Tilt the corner. Second, children are born and educated.
If it is not ripe, it will be green and yellow. Holding hands when you are sick makes your heart ache.
But call your children and do everything well. I'm pregnant again. I'm your baby.
Or belong to Su En, or work hard. All relatives, big or small, should be reported.
To sum up, Shengde is honored. If you are sincere, the effect will not be violated.
What you hate must be added. I can't help thinking that I'm here.
The depth of parenting and the brilliance of spring. When will it be reported? Good birds in the sea.
Alas, my mother is still alive. Although the body is clumsy, the spirit is eternal.
One day, everyone will repay the kindness. One day, you will be with your relatives.
It's a long story today, but time is pressing. Only the big end, the shallow end.
At this time, the family will make a drink and do this. After that, there is a saying that it is getting longer and longer.
Shang Xiang! Yu Meiren pillow
Sorrow piled on the pillow, the sea turns over the waves.
It is always difficult to know when the night is long, and when you are lonely, you can get dressed and sit in the cold.
At dawn, all thoughts turned to ashes, and some people stayed.
There is no reason not to shed tears.
He Xin lang bie you
Wave from here. What's more, after a brief encounter, grievances are repeated.
I hate my eyes and eyebrows, and I still live in tears. Know the misunderstanding before the book.
The fleeting clouds and fog count you and me as human bosom friends. People are sick, who knows?
At present, the frost on Dongmen Road is heavy, and the monthly loss of Hengtang is long, so sad.
The whistle broke my gut and I have been traveling alone ever since. Cut the thread of sadness and hate it.
It should be like the collapse of Kunlun Mountain, like a typhoon sweeping the world. Heavier than wings and clouds.
Changsha Tune: Spring in Happy Garden
Independent cold autumn, Xiangjiang River north, Orange Island.
You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow.
The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.
Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?
I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years.
Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.
Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year.
Remember, when the midstream hit the water, the waves stopped the speedboat!
Bodhisattva Yellow Crane Tower
The mighty nine factions flow to China, and the heavy line runs through the north and south.
Misty and rainy, turtles and snakes lock the river.
Yellow crane knows where to go, and tourists stay.
Soak the wine and the tide will rise.
Xijiangyue Autumn Harvest Uprising
The army is called the workers' and peasants' revolution, and the flag is a sickle and axe.
Don't stay near Kuanglu, go directly to Xiaoxiang.
Landlords are oppressed and farmers are enemies.
Autumn harvest season, gloomy clouds and gloomy fog, a vigorous riot.
Jinggangshan Xijiangyue
Flags are in sight at the foot of the mountain, drums and horns are ringing at the top of the mountain.
The enemy was besieged by thousands of people, and I stood still.
Already very strict barriers, more United.
There was a lot of gunfire in Huang Yangjie, and it was reported that the enemy had escaped at night.
Qingpingle Gui Jiang War
The situation changed suddenly, and the warlords fought again.
Spilled to the world is resentment, and a pillow of yellow beams reappears.
The red flag jumps over Tingjiang River and goes straight down Longyan to Shanghang.
It's really busy to pack up the gold Europe and divide the fields.
Picking mulberry seeds for Chongyang
Life is easy to get old, but it is hard to get old.
Today is Chongyang, and the yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant.
The annual autumn wind is not as strong as spring.
Better than spring, just like Wan Li frost on the vast river.
Dream of New Year's Day
Keywords Liu Qing Ninghua, domestication,
The forest is deep and slippery, covered with moss.
Where is it going today?
Directly under Wuyi Mountain.
Down the mountain, down the mountain,
The wind shows a picturesque red flag.
Jianzi Yulan Guangchang Road
The sky was completely white, and the army marched in the snow, more eager to fight.
On the top of the high mountain, the wind blew the red flag over the sign.
Where does this trip go? The Ganjiang River is covered with snow.
Yesterday, the order was issued, and 100,000 workers and peasants marched to Ji 'an.
Iris from Tingzhou to Changsha
In June, the heavenly soldiers levied greed, and the long tassels bound Kun Peng.
There is a red corner on the other side of Ganshui River, and I depend on Huang Gonglue.
The enthusiasm of millions of workers and peasants swept Jiangxi into Hunan and Hubei.
An international sad song, the hurricane fell from the sky for me.
Yujiaao
Wanmu frost is red, and the heavenly soldiers will be furious.
Fog filled Longgang with darkness. They shouted in unison and caught Zhang Huizan in front.
Twenty thousand troops re-entered Jiangxi, and the wind and smoke rolled for a long time.
Arouse millions of workers and peasants, work together and avoid red flags everywhere.
Yujiaao
The head of Baiyun Mountain is about to stand up, and the voice under Baiyun Mountain is urgent.
Dead wood and rotten plants work hard, and guns will force them to fly.
The flood lasted for 15 days and 700 miles, with vast waters in Jiangxi and green mountains in Fujian.
Sweep all the seats of the army, someone cried, what to do for the camp.
Bodhisattva is full of white land
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple, who is dancing with color training?
After the rain, the sun went down again and the mountains were blue.
When the fighting was urgent, the village wall was smashed by bullets.
Decorate this mountain, it looks better today.
Qingping Music Club Dongxing, Mo Daojun goes early.
People who travel all over the castle peak are not old, and the scenery here is unique.
The peak outside Huichang leads directly to the east.
The soldiers pointed to the more lush South Guangdong.
One of three 16 character orders
Mountain, the horse hasn't got a whip yet. Looking back, I was only three feet away from the sky.
Secondly,
Mountains, rivers and seas, huge waves. Rushing, ten thousand horses are still fighting.
third
Mountain, pierce the sky, not residual. Heaven wants to fall, follow it.
Qin Yi e Lou shan Guan
The west wind is strong, and the geese in the sky are called frost morning moon.
First frost morning, horseshoe broken, horn swallowed.
Xiongguan road is as iron as iron, and now it is striding from the beginning.
From the beginning, Cangshan was like the sea, and the sunset was like blood.
Long March
The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle.
Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills.
Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold in the iron bars.
I am glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile.