2. Poet Mao Zedong
You write poetry with plain and even gunfire.
The 25,000-mile long March is the longest route.
Often conceived on horseback
Yellow flowers on the battlefield are like blood.
Became the most beautiful image
Snow Mountain prefers to imagine.
Thinking is flying.
The scenery in the north floats into plum blossoms all over the sky
Sometimes I smoke smartly.
Looking up at Nanfeiyan
There is a big river flowing in the broad mind.
I believe you are the most serious poet.
A magnificent poem
Brewing that has been mobilized for half a century
Don't recite easily
That's the only sentence on the Tiananmen rostrum.
It became the poetic eye of the world.
Light up the east.
(This poem uses Mao Zedong's poems to link the new-democratic revolutionary struggle led by him with his decades-long revolutionary career, and has brewed a charming poem. This is a history of poetry communication and poetry history. The poet described Mao Zedong's struggle experience and brilliant achievements in promoting historical success with natural and unrestrained brushwork. Difficult years and complicated struggles are skillfully linked by poets, making them more magnificent and dazzling. This unique perspective highlights the brilliant image of Mao Zedong, a politician, strategist, revolutionary and poet. The angle is small, ingenious and large, which depicts Mao Zedong's brilliant poet style and wins a thousand miles. )
Lu Xun (Li Ying)
That era and him
His time
The hungry sun is overhead.
At the foot is a roaring river.
His time
The decapitated head rolled in the street.
Hanging on the gate.
History trembled and fell asleep.
Weeds grow wild.
Sadness and anxiety
Burned his eyelashes.
He hid love and hate in his brow.
Hide half of China in a beard.
Between the cry of life and the silence of death
He looked at the world coldly.
One eye has tenderness.
One eye is aiming.
statue
Only the rocks at the top of Mount Everest.
Carve his image
A sober soul
A thin face
Even the enemy must look up.
That era trembled in a pool of blood.
His heart is beating with pain.
Cows with bowed heads
An angry and roaring lion
Sharpen a gun with blood, tears and bile.
Now every spark on this stone
What burns is his spirit and thoughts.
He told me with his life.
Hate is older than love.
Dignity and freedom are brighter than the sun.
3. About Lu Xun
die
Died when he was most needed.
Only bright love still exists.
Dark hatred remains the same.
His words and deeds are a mixture of love and hate.
And grow into a living Lu Xun.
I desperately need him alive.
to date ...
4. Lu Xun
The season when black beard grows like a weed
You are in the valley of Grandpa Zhao and Grandpa Qian.
Walking melancholy
Month, still as dull as 1000 years ago.
Night, but it has gone deep into three points.
Enjoy life on the beach.
In your hand, group, group, group into a Q.
Accustomed to the eye of a scalpel, he carved very harshly.
Carve this oval hollow soul.
Although the pen in his hand is as magical as a wand.
After all, it's too heavy to be a master of humor.
So you shrugged sadly.
suddenly
Throw this oval toy out.
Hit the hard wall of the iron house
Dropping sap
Let the Chinese people see it shocking.
After that, you turn around slowly
Eyes, surprisingly cold!
5. Wen Yiduo
Light a red candle and you will see it.
You look heavy.
Or that big pipe
A sudden idea
Let the students feel fascinated.
I used to like to see the scenery from a distance.
Finding love close at hand is simply purgatory.
Write poetry with the spine.
Big-handed, give up carving skills.
Fight with your head.
Angry, clap your hands in awe.
Pour old blood and tears on oriental chrysanthemums.
The advancing life is subjected to evil.
Cut to a four-line poem
so far
Your thunderbolt.
Let us mediocre people who are used to playing small umbrellas
Sweat like rain!
6. Qu Yuan
You are doomed not to move the court.
A dried-up river
But it touched you deeply.
Turn your head and turn it into a fish.
This is a kind of happiness.
Or is it an opposition?
No intention of "managing for writing"
The architectural style is like a great craftsman.
Clear and cold
Every word goes against the wind.
Some wind and rain, some depression.
In the distance between the head and the palace wall
Dihua falls, and the geese cry sadly.
Who is there?
Chu Yin Chu Se is broken everywhere.
In this world, being unclear is better than being clear.
Everyone is drunk, and it is better not to wake up alone.
A sword
Since you can't cut iron like mud.
Simply break
therefore
A zongzi
Nourish future generations for thousands of years!
7. Du Fu
In the hair you have heard, I get it.
It's very peaceful.
In your eyes, I saw the glory of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.
It disappeared in an instant, in that big dress.
Wrapped in vicissitudes of life
Surging waves
Have you ever washed the dust off your body?
There is always a lonely goose.
In the sky where you can't see home
Become the shadow of the sun
There is always a clank of iron.
Stare coldly at the moonlit night
Do you feel that your business is bleak?
Struggle hard in suffering
Candlelight that illuminates the night
In thousands of buildings,
Keep warm with your poems.
8. Du Fu (Xichuan)
The person you love has accepted it.
So much sunshine and rain; So much sadness.
You finally turned it into a song.
Numerous autumnal equinoxes point to tonight.
I finally fell in love with the fading in front of me
Streets and pine forests
Between two big rivers, where you used to rest.
Country inn, I finally heard it.
One voice: majestic, powerful and calm.
Like a strong peony blooming late in Chang 'an.
In the dark ages
You are the only soul.
Beautiful mountains and rivers must be trusted.
Your thinness, this easily destroyed civilization.
It must be touched by you and then saved.
Your courage borders on stupidity.
Listen to the tilted candle in your heart.
The autumn wind blows the bright moon on the top of the mountain.
Crow, break your door.
The emperor's chariots and horses rumbled by.
Then hunger and robbers.
But great art is not a sword.
It comes from goodness and tends to be pure.
Thousands of luxury houses cover the whole world.
You built them to remember these things.
Wandering women and men
And saving is futile, and you know better than us.
The future is just the past.
The so-called hope is just fate.
9. Leave Dai Wangshu (Ye Qingping)
Push away a bunch of withered wild roses by the wall.
The night is dim and you cry pale.
There is a yellow smile on her mouth.
What slipped into my heart was the acidity of green pomegranate.
Open the wooden door of the ancient temple.
My mind is full of the creaking of old age.
You spread a silent voice like a lark.
Rebellion is like a bird.
Wandering in Cooper's room
Wandering in the gloomy rain lane
Lilacs are filled with sadness and sadness.
Moistened the dark years
Even if your memory is covered with moss
Even if your memory has dried up.
You are still walking in the empty rain lane.
Looking forward to a girl who smells like lilacs.
Walk over with an oil-paper umbrella
Walk past you
Disappear in the sad rain
10, great poet Cao Mengde (puffed up)
Smoke billowed
Cao Mengde's bloody poems
Wolves run on the ancient battlefield.
The exposed edge stabbed the tragic river and the sunset.
In a flash, the light shines.
Within a thousand miles
The battle song of tears sounded.
Cut through the sky
Cao Meng Gong de
Face your beloved country with great courage.
His passion for poetry.
Enough to destroy the romantic figures of this era.
A wounded sunset followed his passionate poems.
Escape from the fragmented territory with crows without branches to follow.
Reach all the free skies outside the Three Kingdoms.
Sing while drinking-enjoy life to the fullest.
The sunshine is deep and kind.
The storm of a long journey
It is difficult to stop the heroic indomitable spirit.
A line of deep footprints.
Think of it as a permanent regret with eternal sadness.
Cao Mengde's lofty sentiments.
Alone in the corner of history and literature
Appear extremely lonely
The sea is rough and the waves are thousands of feet high.
Cao Mengde's Poems
Wash away two lines of tears.
A little careless
He created a treacherous man in troubled times.
Pride or idea beyond reality.
Military horse
Time passes in a long poem, remember Jiangshan and beauty.
a chaotic state
All people can see is pain and desolation.
Cao Mengde's heroic spirit.
Throw away the poems that dominate the world.
Buried the poet's cold eyes
Hongbo surges up and a hundred herbs flourish.
Cao Mengde, a great poet, took off his shirt and faced the eastern Jieshi.
Point your poem at Wan Li.
Mourn one's vigorous life.
Second, modern poems written by celebrities (because there are too many, only a few are recorded)
Say goodbye to Cambridge again
Xu zhimo
I left quietly,
When I came softly;
I waved gently,
Say goodbye to the western clouds.
Golden willow by the river.
Is the bride in the sunset?
Shadows in the waves,
Ripple in my heart.
Green grass on the soft mud,
Oily, swaying at the bottom of the water;
In the gentle waves of He Kang River,
I would like to be an aquatic plant.
A pool in the shade of a tree,
Not a clear spring, but a rainbow in the sky.
Crushed between floating algae,
Precipitate a rainbow-like dream.
Looking for dreams? Lift a long pole,
Back to the greener grass,
Full of stars,
Play a song in the starlight
But I can't play songs,
Quiet is a farewell flute;
Summer insects are also silent for me,
Silence is Cambridge tonight!
I left quietly,
Just as I came quietly;
I waved my sleeve,
Don't take away a cloud.
Yue Ji
Guo Moruo
Lightly, dim light bathes the forest at sea.
The forest is lonely and deep, and there are new raindrops at dusk.
Mica-faced poplars guided me frankly,
Take me to the silent sea. The waves of Dimfragrance kissed me.
I feel light and cold, and you are wrapped like that.
You have a beautiful moon. Please lend me a white dress.
My eyes are not sleepy, but you are so foggy and locked.
You are in the elegant and upright silent silver sea, please mention your isolated Boeing and me.
Spring water (three songs) ice heart
one
Flowers in the corner!
When you appreciate yourself,
The sky is getting smaller.
two
To break millions of lives.
The constant gunfire,
On a quiet night,
The lamp moth that will be caught in the hand sadly
I left it outside the window.
three
Young man,
Jane's heavy description,
I was leafing through books,
Please write!
Fan xing bing Xin
one
The stars are twinkling-
Deep blue is too empty,
Have you ever heard them talk to each other?
In silence,
In the twilight,
They praised each other deeply.
two
Green shoots,
He Qingnian said:
Develop yourself! '
Pale white flowers,
He Qingnian said:
Salute yourself! '
Deep red fruit,
He Qingnian said:
Sacrifice yourself! '
three
The flower of success,
People only marvel at her beauty now!
However, when she first germinated,
Soaked with tears of struggle,
Sprinkled with sacrificial blood rain.
four
The sea,
Which star has no light?
What kind of flower has no fragrance?
Which time in my mind?
No sound of your waves?