Bajinri youth inspirational class
Yue Fei recited the classics of ancient red words in Manjiang River.
Li Bai can toast ancient poems and recite classics.
Note: If the landlord has special needs, I can provide the original samples for reference only.
1.
Dongqu
The hour hand divides 45 degrees vertically?
The winter morning in Beiping is like a burning platycodon grandiflorum in the wilderness?
Thin loneliness lightly covers the world?
It turns out that I didn't know that the so-called night was just a faint gray tone until I passed by?
Flee into this broken path with the footnotes of fallen leaves, hide in the leeward corner, and watch the sunshine sprinkle hazy colors on the courtyard wall?
Take a deep breath of the cigarette in your hand and let the branches fade out with the morning breeze-scratch your chest?
Force yourself to tighten your arms with a little chill and start praying?
Did you suddenly find that you actually have nothing to rely on?
Desolate soul, no matter how much confession can only be thrown into the backpack of memories?
Gently press the rhyme to compose a deep winter tune?
Imitate Chopin's hair tip with a pen tip and describe his mouth with amazing chants?
I don't understand-stubbornly think this is just a mockery?
With the passage of time, how can I end my quarrel with myself?
Twist a heart and brand the next symbol?
2.
Mangshi
The curtains gradually disappeared, reflecting the old photos with yellow corners.
The extension of the long lens becomes a vague way out.
The stragglers are drifting away through the clouds with one foot low and one foot high.
In fact, I really want to run around, but I just wave my useless limbs in the same place.
When you close your eyes, the world is nothing.
Placental temperature, umbilical cord is the shackles that bind hands and feet. ......
As he spoke, he broke out in a cold sweat.
Restless quietly reviewing on the windowsill.
Dry loneliness in cigarette case
Look at the moss, look around.
3.
Draw a poem
Smile and melt Liang Cheng yellow.
Through the dew is the morning sun.
Throughout life
Reflect the sadness of the fundus
Turn hope into blue
Brush it deep.
It is an ocean that carries life.
The sky is full of stars.
Whose dreams are embellished quietly?
Turn loneliness into lilacs.
Inadvertently spilled into a flap.
Take it and make it into a song.
Gently soothe a little melancholy
Gray Picasso
Looking for his dream in the dark palette
Pale green sun
Crimson sea
Ps: Personally, I think the third song is not new in tradition and is more suitable for campus recitation.