A powerful poem about the motherland 1. What are the poems that praise the power of the motherland?
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Song. Shi Yaobi's Seven Musts of Sending Wang Zhao's Official Office to the Motherland of Danyang II. I can't sleep for a long night, so I don't care. It is the motherland, bearing the burden of loneliness! -Hongyi's "Golden Songs Leave the Motherland and Give to Classmates" suddenly looked back and the motherland snored as before. Foreign invasion of the mausoleum, content corruption, no hero tube.
-Qiu Jin's "So Jiangshan Xiaozhai Xie Nvyin" and "Autumn Fu" 4, but relying on iron and blood to serve the country. -Qiu Jin's "Song of the Sword" 5 vowed to be suitable for the world and the political motherland, and asked about politics and study.
-Liang Qichao's "Song of the Pacific Ocean in the Twentieth Century" 6 Game-writing protocol destroys the motherland, and the angry tide whimpers and complains about Qiantang. -Liu Yazi's "Ms. Carving a Sword and Lake Autumn" 7. The motherland has fallen for 300 years and can't bear to watch the National Day.
-Liu Yazi's "Mr. Zhang Taiyan and Mr. Zou are in prison" 8 Xi Xiling is prosperous, the benevolent motherland is long, Hua Dan is peaceful, and the sky is happy. -Song Yue ke "jiaxi four years in September, a letter to change, the following year in December spring unitary leap".
-Song Zhenzong's Thirty-Five Poems Appreciating Ning Zongchao (10) East of Wan Li is crowded with people, and 5,000 people are still climbing skyscrapers. —— Random thoughts on Song Lu's tour "Out of the Hedge Gate on Autumn Night" 1 "Who envies life?"
From Shi Yaobi, a poet in the Song Dynasty, "Sending a lawsuit against Wang Zhao, Seven Unique Stories of the Motherland in Danyang", the original text: Connecting Yan Xu who envied his life history. Khan Jane, a veteran, shouldn't just stay in Nan Zhou.
2 丶 "I can't sleep at night, why cherish my heart?" Is the motherland, can withstand loneliness! "From the modern poet Hongyi's" Golden Luqu Leaving the Motherland to Give to Classmates ",the original text: Going crazy in a long hair. Mang Central Plains, Twilight, a few withered willows.
Whoever cleans up the broken rivers and mountains, the scattered west wind remains the same, making the world thin. When you walk, you will feel heavy, sigh, say that you are homesick, and never forget double red beans.
Sorrow is darker than wine. Love is endless.
I hate floating in the past years, and it's hard to turn back. What's the point of empty talk? Listen to the roar of the black dragon at the bottom of the box.
I can't sleep on a cold night. How to cherish my mind? It is the motherland, bearing the burden of loneliness! 3 hey, "suddenly looking back, the motherland snores and sleeps as before. Foreign invasion of the mausoleum, content corruption, no hero tube.
From the modern poet Qiu Jin's "So Jiangshan Xiaozhai Xie Nvyin", the original text: Xiaozhai Xie Nvyin, dripping rain on the eaves. A bosom friend is hard to meet, the years are fleeting, and the sideburns are fading.
Worry and fear of being sued is the end of the road, you alone. The world was cold, and a miserable girl was born.
Yue: "Go back", where are you going? Looking back, the motherland snores and sleeps as usual. Foreign invasion of the mausoleum, content corruption, no hero tube.
What a terrible day! Look at this country, can you bear to go back to Land Rover? Beans are cut for my motherland. Four "but relying on iron and blood to serve the country."
From the modern poet Qiu Jin's "Song of the Sword", the original text: Yan Di's lineage was injured and lost. When did the mang hate snow? There is no equal right in the world, only power. When it comes to rise and fall, words are torn. The sword comes from the golden city, and justice does not rely on red iron.
Life and death pay a dime, and life is here. When you are hungry, you want to spit on your enemy's head. When you are thirsty, you want to drink the blood of Huns.
Chivalrous people are proud of Kyushu, and if they don't believe it, they will fold. The blood stain has turned blue, and Hanwang fined three feet.
Shanxi north and south are arbitrarily divided into five points, and the clothes are weak and difficult to resign. Don't you see that bullfighting is firm but gentle? Have a grudge in your chest? It's amazing that it's a few crisp autumn days without revealing the peak.
A box is hidden in the dark, but a bosom friend is hard to meet on earth. The empty mountain was frightened by the wind and rain overnight, and I was anxious to turn the dragon into a dragon.
The treasure light is bright and shocking, and it is dark and colorless for nine days. Read history books by the sword, there are many traitors in the books.
The Central Plains suddenly became sheep farm, and the wind was blowing in Yu Yu. Who will open the darkness of the world except the general and Mo Xie?
Kill all monsters and clarify the duty of the world. He doesn't care about the success or failure of the years, but relies on blood to serve the country.
Pro "I swear that I will be suitable for the world and motherland with political system, and I will ask politics and research to see its light." From the Song of the Pacific Ocean in the Twentieth Century by Liang Qichao, a poet in the Qing Dynasty, the original text: There was a scholar in the Asian continent who called himself Liang.
When national affairs are over, they will lose their hair, and when they go, they will help the mulberry. Fusang's home is still a tourist and has been studying for a long time, and its eyes and ears are quite impressive.
Teenagers cling to the disabled and dare not fall in love with Penglai Township for a long time. I swear that I will adapt to the motherland and political system of the world, and I will learn from politics.
It was in the middle of the dark night of the twelfth lunar month in 1899 that the boat crossed the Pacific Ocean. At that time, people were quiet in the moonlight, and the angry waves shattered the cold stars.
When the underwater dragon wakes up from his sleep, he wants to shush, but he doesn't want to dance. 6𰸊丶丶丶丶丶丶丶丶丶丶丶丶丶丶丶𰸞𰸞2002222
From the modern poet Liu Yazi's "Diaojiaolou Miss Lake and Autumn", the original text: It is said that flowers fly in June, and pearls and jade pieces need not be hurt. I fought my life to the death and became famous.
The game-writing script destroys the motherland, and the angry tide whimpers and complains about Qiantang. In the middle of Yuemiao Temple, the girls were left in the bare grave. Seven, "The motherland has fallen for 300 years, and it is forbearing to watch the national division."
From the modern poet Liu Yazi's "Mr. You Taiyan, Mr. Zou is in prison", the original text: The motherland has been sinking for 300 years, and it is unbearable to see the national separation. This is Mazzini of the Central Plains.
8 "Xiling is prosperous, the motherland is long-lasting, hua dan is peaceful, and Zhongtian is prosperous." From the Song Dynasty poet York, "In September of the 4th year of Jiaqing, I changed my life to Chunyou, and next December". Born in the spring, I see a spring outing again today.
Guangdong has paid a lot, and this has dropped. It's time to be respectful but filial to the emperor.
The two palaces last for ten thousand years, and the sea is sparse. There was no sorrow at four o'clock, and he said it was great.
The government's deployment is planned, and the plan needs to be sealed. Third generation, third generation reform, ninth year reform.
The emperor's mind should be stopped and his life should be wasted. In recent years, the condemnation has been quite restrained, and the disaster has rained and hail, and the star has played a demon comet.
Wuyang Shuo heaven and earth, locusts full field. If you are hungry, keep your ears as bright as a broom.
It's strange to witness the unexpected defects. Well, I'll fight for it. I'll cut it off.
Seeing people trapped on the cliff, I was ashamed of Wu's parents. Suddenly I passed it on and took four old ones.
Heaven and people help, and customs are thick. Xiling Road, Huasheng, benevolent motherland for a long time, Huadan Sheng Taiping, Zhongtian Kaiyongfu.
9 丶丶 "The sage protects the people and the motherland unifies the rope of martial arts." From the Song Dynasty poet Zhenzong's Thirty-five Music of Ningzong Dynasty, the original text: [Ying Zhong is a feather] Wen Yi Mogi, Wuyi Liecheng.
The holy religion protects the people, which is the rope of the motherland's reunification. Have filial piety and strict style.
When God comes, it's appropriate. 10 丶 "Three Wan Li rivers are crowded with people, and 5 thousand are still climbing skyscrapers."
From Lu You, a poet in the Song Dynasty, The Feeling of Going Out of the Hedge Door to Meet the Cold in Autumn Night.
2. What are some sentences praising the strength of the motherland?
1, the motherland is a beacon in our hearts, illuminating our progress; The motherland is the source of our self-confidence and gives us infinite strength.
2. The motherland is the Oriental Pearl, the soaring dragon in Asia and the rising sun in Ran Ran on the horizon; The motherland is in your heart, in my heart, and in everyone's heart in China.
3. The surging Yangtze River set off glittering and translucent waves, and the groundsel echoed with Ma Touqin's affectionate voice. Chinese sons and daughters pay tribute to the motherland!
4. For your dignity, your ancestors fought bloody battles; For your prosperity, your parents shoulder heavy burdens; For your harmony, we are selfless dedication; For your glory, the younger generation will go forward bravely!
5, 60 years old, Jiangshan Wan Li red man. * * * and the growth of the country is new. The responsibility in the future is great, and I will bear it bravely. The future of the motherland is beautiful, bright and brilliant.
6. Motherland, I hope you have the purity and beauty of children, the firmness and strength of young people, and the indifference and wisdom of old people. May you shine forever!
7. My greatest pride is as a citizen of China. My greatest pride is that foreigners call me "China". My greatest happiness is living in China. I don't want to give up my title as a citizen of China.
8. Spring has hope and glory, summer is fiery and enthusiastic, autumn is golden and mature, winter is white and quiet, and the four seasons of the motherland are brilliant.
I wish the motherland bluer sky, greener mountains, clearer water, more prosperous economy, happier people and stronger national strength tomorrow.
10, New China has gone through 60 years of vicissitudes, drinking water and thinking of the source, let us cherish today's happy life. Love the motherland, love the people and love our home.
3. Poems depicting the bright future of the motherland
The salute to celebrate the National Day anniversary shook the world, and the five-star red flag was like rosy clouds. The glorious course has attracted worldwide attention, and the land of China is full of flowers. The reform and opening up set sail, and the motherland leaped. Today, the map of war and flood is exhibited again, and the brilliant prospect is praised by the world. Looking at today, it is even more impressive after the storm. The National Day poem Wan Li is clear, the mountains and rivers are magnificent, and the red flag is fluttering. See Fiona Fang, Kyushu, celebrated all over the world; The river sings and spreads everywhere. Social stability, people's happiness, a new chapter in the spectrum of reform and opening up New China, like the dragon of the world, stands in the east. Today's glory depends on the direction of the party, government and national policies. Looking back on the eventful years, life is ruined; The difficulties of the people are endless. With bullets, they risked their lives for a new red sun. Cherish it and let the rivers and mountains go red forever. The song dedicated to the motherland is eternal. Autumn wind sends fragrance, and chrysanthemums in frost offer patches of wheatgrass. A season kisses the sunset, and the afterglow overflows with love. Gentle eyes looking at the fields, peaceful and enthusiastic. Listening to the Yellow River gurgling with countless sufferings, the historical view of river sand and heavy accumulation, how many memories have been destroyed? Your old face and childhood hardships left an indelible mark. The battle of wind, frost, rain and snow for half a century has been going on for five thousand years. The footprints of civilization, the long river of history, are rolling on the strings of the heroic waves of the past, playing today's brilliant melody "Singing the Motherland". In the east of the world, there is an ancient country, beautiful and vast, and in the east of the world, there is a great nation, hardworking and strong; The surging Yellow River is her blood, and the towering Mount Tai is her backbone. This is our motherland-China! 1949, a great man waved his giant arm and announced with one voice that the haze of China for five thousand years had been dispelled; 1978, a giant, with superhuman courage, sized up the situation and opened the dusty door to the world! 1997, she welcomed the fragrance of bauhinia. 1999, she joined the fragrance of water lotus! Through the storm of the century, the Great Wall of Wan Li flies through the clouds like a dragon, crossing the long river of years, and Mount Everest stands proudly on the highest slope in the world like an eagle.
Our country has never been so powerful as it is today. In Ode to National Day, you have gone through an extraordinary 55 years, like a baby growing into a prime of life. Today, you are full of vigor and vitality. You have had hardships and laughter. After rough times, tomorrow will be better. Over the past 55 years, you have undergone earth-shaking changes, and the people of your have become richer and richer. You have won the respect of the world. Now you are working hard and entering the new century. Today, in this festive festival, I sincerely say to you, hello, motherland! Sing for the motherland, the autumn wind sends fragrance, and the chrysanthemums in the frost offer patches of wheatgrass. A season kisses the sunset, and the afterglow overflows with love. Gentle eyes look at the fields, peaceful and enthusiastic, and fly to poetry. Listening to the Yellow River gurgling with countless sufferings, the historical view of river sand and heavy accumulation, how many memories have been destroyed? Your old face and childhood hardships left an indelible mark. Half a century of fighting has gone a long way, and the footprint of 5,000 years of civilization is very long. The long river of history, winding the strings of the heroic waves of the past, plays and sings the brilliant melody of today's National Day poems. Motherland, I'm proud of you. Like a towering watchtower, my tall and straight body is covered with dawn, and like the majestic Tiananmen Square, I welcome the rising sun. In the ears of history, there came the rumbling echo of salute, which was the echo of the vicissitudes of China. A giant looked down at the world and the whole world heard its loud voice. When the first five-star red flag, Ran Ran, was raised, the flag of victory fluttered in the wind and the people raised their heads. The whole world saw that the people of China stood up from now on! This period of history embodies grandeur and depicts the sunshine in October to the fullest. This momentum is passionate, and a monument stands in the east of the world. Moderns wrote a glorious chapter of the new China with vigorous hands, and the people proudly pointed out the country. The painful mother wiped away her tears and revealed her inner joy. The motherland bravely moved towards prosperity and eulogized our history. There is a myth of Pangu's creation, which shines with the light of life It eulogized our history and spread it on this barren land with the brilliance of the four great inventions. It eulogizes our history, with the enlightenment of Laozi and Confucius, and the flame of thousands of years of civilization illuminates us. It eulogizes our first National Day poem: Qinyuan Spring National Day, clear sky in Wan Li, magnificent mountains and rivers, and red flags fluttering. Look at Kyushu Fiona Fang and celebrate the world; Rivers sing, fragrant everywhere.
Social stability, people's happiness, a new chapter in the spectrum of reform and opening up Like the dragon of the world, New China stands tall in the East.
Today's glory depends on the direction of the party, government and national policies. Looking back on the eventful years, life is ruined; There are many difficulties for the people, but the night is endless.
Bullets, risk one's life for a new red sun. Cherish it and let the rivers and mountains go red forever.
National Day Poetry 2: Motherland, I am proud of you! When the majestic Chinese watch, let the tall and straight body be covered with dawn, when the majestic Tiananmen Square, let the wind and cloud usher in the rising sun. In the ear of history, there was a rumbling echo of the salute, which was the echo of the vicissitudes of China. A giant looked down at the world, and the whole world heard it. The people and the country of China were founded! When the first five-star red flag, Ran Ran, was raised, the flag of victory fluttered in the wind and the people raised their heads. The whole world saw that the people of China stood up from now on! National Day Poetry 3: My motherland, my motherland, my beloved motherland. You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of the dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the wind and cloud of the all-round era, you are a magnificent lion dance in China, and you are the origin of human wisdom. That's China, my motherland. I love my motherland deeply. I love my motherland deeply. My beating heart has been beating for five thousand years. I love my motherland deeply. The surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. I love my motherland deeply. My yellow skin is printed with the color left by my ancestors. I love my motherland deeply.
4. Poems praising the motherland
A breezy autumn wind! Blow, blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! "Motherland, my dear motherland" is your brand-new ideal, just breaking away from the spider web of myth; I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus; I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter; I am a new/snow-white starting line; Yes/crimson dawn is blowing; -e69da5e6ba90323133353236313431303231363331333264653436 motherland! I/am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You/feed me lost, thoughtful and boiling with scarred breasts; Then/get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, dear/Motherland! My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing splendid journeys everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My country as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade has read the hardships of developing a brilliant tomorrow from the spirit and blueprint of your. My motherland has your charming beauty from the frontier to the coast. I will send heartfelt wishes to the distant motherland with simple feelings. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created eternal reform and opening up. Develop a vision to illuminate the world. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. The sun like the dawn of the motherland, with firm faith, turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of the great motherland's oriental civilization is like a Mercedes-Benz train, holding up the burning belief to meet the dawn of the century and sail for a more brilliant future. ————————————————— Years bear the footsteps of history, and the earth accumulates the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I thought of my motherland and was full of passion for it. Here I am, song for you, my motherland. Motherland-you are the confluence of the sources of civilization accumulated in thousands of years of history. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The rushing river is your breath, and the boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world and the whole of my life. Motherland-you are the cry of Tiananmen Gate, the flaming flame of socialism, the horn of the people's revolution, and the sail of riding the wind and waves. You are strong, confident and enterprising, and the avant-garde grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun in the East is spreading your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the socialist practitioner of the motherland. Motherland-you are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast and a touch of sunrise in Luohu Village. You are a railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and a derrick in Tarim Oilfield. Your foresight, skill and courage, and the great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. The smiling faces of the people write about your great motherland-your motherland that created life and transformed the world. Motherland-You are the flag of world peace, the messenger of human civilization and progress, the warrior who defends the truth, and the mother who nurtures her children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. The sons and daughters of China are grateful to your mother-like motherland-you have soothed the pain of human beings in the war and brought the dawn of peace. Motherland, Motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history. You have crossed the world civilization, you have been enlightened through the ages, and you are determined to live forever for Intel. You are kind and caring, defending green peace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud to have such a motherland-we are United with you. We support you to move forward. Your children firmly believe that the future of the motherland is better, the future of the world is better and the future of mankind is better.
5. An ancient poem describing the strength of the motherland now.
★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem1:★★★★★ Four spring rains prepare for a rainy day, and several autumn rains wash the gap.
Black hair and frost weave the sun and the moon, and chalk writes the spring and autumn without words. Before the spring is old, the silk spits, and the candle tears turn into gray and autumn is thicker.
Peach and plum are sown in three thousand gardens in spring, and Qiu Lai is rich in China fruits. I love my teacher. A teacher is like a red candle, which ignites the fire in the students' hearts, but burns itself until the red candle turns to ashes.
Teachers, like gardeners, feed our flowers, but work hard for themselves until their physical strength is exhausted. We must become the pillars of the country when we grow up! The teacher is so selfless! Ah! Teacher, we love you! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 3: ★★★-Teacher, hard work-lead us into the spacious classroom and teach us a wealth of knowledge? It is you! Teacher! With your hard sweat, you have nurtured the tender seedlings that have just broken ground in spring.
Who is it-educating naughty people into people who can help others? It is you! Teacher! Your care is like a warm spring breeze, which warms our hearts. Who is it-to train young people into mature and sensible teenagers? It is you! Teacher! Your protection makes us grow up healthily.
The autumn season is fruitful. You have worked hard! Teacher! People who work hard in the heat and cold.
You have worked hard! Teacher! Dedicate youth to nothingness. We pay high tribute to you! -You have worked hard, teacher! I can only help you here, old teacher-you are like a drizzle in spring, nourishing flowers and irrigating the earth, and we are also trying to suck the drizzle and grow.
Teacher-you are like an autumn breeze, blowing the yellow land and calling for rice. We have a bumper harvest. Teacher-in my dark life, you lit the brightest lamp for me; Teacher-you are the guide on my misty life; Teacher-you pointed out the direction for me in my rough life; Teacher-you gave me a pair of powerful wings, let me travel in the world of knowledge! ★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 4: ★★★★ The golden wind sends laughter, and the sweet-scented osmanthus floats.
Today's teacher's holiday is coming again. Teachers have worked hard for our growth.
We will never forget the teacher's love for us. Hello, teacher! People compare teachers to red candles, which illuminate others and burn themselves.
People compare teachers to gardeners and cultivate peaches and plums all over the world. Teachers are the noblest career in the world.
The teacher gave us ideal sunshine and wisdom sunshine. The teacher guided us to the path of sunny life.
Teachers expect us to be the sun in the new century. The teacher's words moisten my heart like spring rain.
The teacher watered our growth with the rain of knowledge. Gentle spring rain is the teacher's love for us.
The teacher's words and deeds are like spring rain. The teacher is willing to be a green leaf and hold us up as red flowers.
The teacher is a green leaf, willing to contribute silently. The green leaves symbolize that teachers are always young.
When we bloom like flowers, we will never forget the kindness of green leaves. Teachers are like trees, with blue sky overhead and feet on the earth, silently benefiting the society.
Teachers are big trees, bringing spring scenery to the world. The teacher sowed the seeds of hope and cultivated us into a forest.
Young trees grow into pillars, never forgetting the gardener's cultivation. Yes, teachers' enthusiasm is like the sun, teachers' teaching is like spring rain, teachers' style is like green leaves, teachers' career is like a tree, and our teachers are good. ★★★★★★ Praise the teacher's poem 5: ★★★★★★★ You give a flower, I give a flower, let's make a big wreath and give it to my dear teacher and mother.
It is you who gave the seeds, the warmth like sunshine; It was you who watered the seedlings with sweat. Your eyes are like bright stars, shining with charming brilliance; Your singing is like a clear spring, which brings joy to everyone.
Wherever we go, always remember your feelings; No matter where we go. Always remember your words.
Wherever we go, always remember your love; Wherever we go, it will be a flower of yours. Praise the teacher's poem 6: September, as scheduled.
Therefore, the world is brilliant. We sing September, because it is your eternal festival.
We remember September because it was our sincere confession. September is an emotional cup. We hold high our sincere wishes with our hands. Please drink a toast.
The music has been played in September, please accept our gifts in September, all the teachers who are struggling in the education front. I remember your hands were covered with powder. I remember your kind teaching. I remember your new silver hair. Because of you, students can become talents. Because of you, the world is so civilized. You are a bright light to find your tutor for the lost children. You are an angel. Praise the teacher. Psalm 8: Praise the teacher for getting gold from life for others. You can only get your yellow flowers. Gold is the sunrise, your silver is the fifteenth moon, but you are still whistling happily, your pride is the fragrance of peaches and plums, you are a candle, shining with faint candlelight; You are a gardener, shedding hard sweat and shining; Ah! Teacher-you trained me to be an adult and let me shine for the motherland; Ah! Teacher-you taught me how to be a man, and your hard work flows in my blood.
6. Poems describing the great rivers and mountains of the motherland
There are green hills, and you can never get tired of seeing them. How long is running water interesting? -Tang Qian Qi's "The Banquet Map of the East Pond Pavilion outside the Imperial Examination" makes the river a green ribbon and the mountain like a jade hairpin. -Tang Hanyu's "Sending Doctor Yan of Guizhou to Use the Nanzi Classic" can't build a castle peak, but after all, it flows east-Bodhisattva Man by Song Xin Qiji.
Once you climb to the top of the mountain, you will see that all the other mountains look short under the sky. -Tang Du Fu, Wang Yue, this river flows beyond heaven and earth, where there are both mountains and mountains-Wei, the Hanshui River is flooding, and the mountains are even better, and the clouds are picturesque, and the clouds compete with the mountains-Yuan. Zhang's "Two-color Wild Goose Falling to Win" has green hills on both sides and sails alone. Song. Su Shi's topic is Xilin wall, the mountain is heavy and there is no road, and the willow tree is bright and another village-Song. In the village of Shanxi described by Lu You, a piece of water grass will be green, and two mountains will be green-Song. Mr. Wang Anshi wrote a book on the shady wall of the lake, and the rest of the summer was scattered into Qi, and the Chengjiang River was as quiet as practice —— Qi entered the ocean, and it never came back —— Tang Libai's "Into the Wine" flew down to thousands of feet, and it was suspected that the Milky Way had fallen for nine days —— Tang Libai's "Looking at Lushan Waterfall" sailed alone in the blue sky, but the Yangtze River flowed in the sky ——— Tang Libai's "On the Way to See Meng Haoran off Yangzhou" was Ming Che.