The morning moon in Lugou
Author: Gan Long
Maodian cold cock crows, Xiao Xie Han wants to cross.
Half a hook is as light as Sanqiu, and one practice points to Kagami Akira.
Sitting in meditation, the monk's heart is sealed, and he is particularly surprised to become a guest.
Every time I set foot on the western road recently, I forget my feelings when I touch the scenery.
Lugou Bridge (1)
Author: Gan Long
This whip of Liang Shi Blackwater Company was once returned to Sidon every other year.
West refers to the bridge for four days, and the heart is at the edge of the mountains and clouds.
Lugouqiao (2)
Author: Gan Long
At the beginning of the shock, I was near the ice flood, and the ice piled up.
Lying on the bar can tell you that the current is very strong, and you can think about what to do when swimming in the water.
Lugouqiao (3)
Author: Gan Long
Sigh before reading the embankment, walk on the wall, and the scorpion will be hurt with the song.
Land migration depends on a little determination, but only the soil should be carefully guarded.
Lugouqiao (4)
Author: Gan Long
Is the Wuding River like Yongding? Shu is in charge of the worship of Qian Qiu God.
Then we won't see it, and it will only affect people's livelihood.
Linjiangxian remembers July 7th.
Author: Zhang
Full of anger, I recalled "July 7th", the Japanese brutal invasion.
Gunfire rang out from the bank of Lugou Bridge. Life is covered with charcoal, and there is smoke everywhere.
Eight years of fierce fighting shocked the world, and most of Kyushu is Hao Ying.
Militarism enters the grave. Laugh at clowns and cheer up the national spirit.
Qinyuan Chunqi Lugou Bridge Nostalgia
Yongding comes to the west, experiencing dust, and you drink in anger. Look at the Wanping site, bullet marks are like rain; Looking around, it is still there, and the bonfire is even on the slope. Before jujube hill, I seemed to hear the smoke of war burning iron. Eight thousand miles, the magic hoof is broken, and the mountains and rivers are beautiful. Heroes cry geometry. More blood. More blood. Praise the sons and daughters of China, hold the long tassel in hand, drive away tigers and leopards, and swear to defend the country to the death. Unexpectedly, at present, fishing on the island will frequently sharpen the ghost's palm. When, relying on heaven and sword, I'll chop Yamaraja.
Modern poetry
The brand of Lugou Bridge?
History is like a long dream,
Flying in the sky, high mountains and low valleys,
There are many different ideas, all of which are fighting for singularity.
Strange dreams, countless. ...
But it's all for a happy tomorrow,
I always don't want to dance freely and vainly in my dreams.
Ah, I dreamed, dreamed-
Lugouqiao, an 800-year-old historical man,
Join hands to save the world and endure the insults filled with smoke.
Sixty years ago, despite the ups and downs, it was not afraid of swords and shadows.
The stormy waves sixty years ago will never be lost!
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Lugou bridge, in the changeable 1920,
Born in the southwest of the capital of our "ancient oriental country",
Crossing the endless Yongding River,
This splendid ancient building solidified like a divine power.
It has a long way to go and is far-sighted;
Frost and snow show the sky,
The bonfire in War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression starts here. ...
The builders who nurtured it were full of hope,
I hope it is as hard as steel,
The builders who supported it gave it away for free.
It is quite serious to give it a face with clear love and hate!
three
Lugou Bridge is as far as Youlong.
Pearl shadows fall in the long river,
When the Japanese bombarded it,
Its spirit is the first thing that bears the brunt of its rapid rise.
Shelling and shooting are unshakable,
Go to hell, go!
Ah, this is the beginning of the eight-year war of resistance.
Three mountains and five mountains are shaking.
Oh, the earth is full of sadness,
People in dire straits and disasters.
During this period, the military and civilians fought bloody battles with the Japanese royal family.
In this land of more than six million square kilometers.
When I shelled the Lugou Bridge that day,
Beijing has also sounded the alarm for chaos.
The crime of the Japanese army's difficulty in writing books,
Shocked the "mountain red" of Nanshan Beiling,
Aroused people's voices and complaints,
Exotic flowers and plants also accused the Japanese of atrocities and misdeeds.
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Ah, the ghost of the hero has been dreaming,
The hard work and gunfire of that year,
Today's mainstay,
Hold up a sunny day for a new look.
The sufferings of the past turned into a longing for peace,
Give it to the old man in Lugouqiao to show his dedication!
Red Lugou Bridge on the Yangtze River
Year: Yuan Author: Zhang Ye
Busy for half a lifetime, traveling all over the world, Yannan replaced the North. Every few degrees, the horseshoe steps flat, and the rainbow lies in thousands of feet. The river in front of us is still the same, and the years around the temple are different. And dry return, only Shi Sao, met once.
When the bridge is under water, the east flows fast. The bridge is crowded with tourists. Who knows when heroes are old? The golden bucket does not hang the Sue, and the moss is like a pen. It feels great to walk into Beijing gate in a peaceful and rainy way.
"Remembering two songs that Qin E sent cattle farmers to teachers"
Year: Meta Author: Youren Xu
Chunshanbi. Poetry should be memorized at once. Remember each other. By the Lugou Bridge, the night clouds weave.
Take a break from life and cherish it. But after the sadness, you will know when. Know when. Twilight mood, breaking the news.
Year: Ming Author: Huang Zuo
The cart is dusty and rolling.
Desolation seems to be a day in Chang' an, and the whimper makes Yuan grow a head of water.
Jade chariot south to build the general platform, nine heavy palace pavilion He Cuiwei.
The Lugou Bridge is dry and curved, unlike pedestrians whose intestines have been bent nine times.