agree
Forget it.
Loquat tree as a child
Sour people will say.
sweet
Forget it.
Hoarse cheers on the playground.
My throat hurts.
Still want to shout
So free
Forget it.
When you cry with a stomachache.
Those thick shoulders
afterwards
one person
Take care of yourself.
Finally, forget
Walk slowly in the dark.
Although secretly dripping with sweat
Will also say
I'm not tired.
When we meet again,
Seeing your smile
Say to me
The best person.
Except me
Any other person
2. Rebirth (Poetry)
The left hand is young and the right hand is withered.
The line between death and life is clear.
Looking back, the vegetation is lush.
It's decadent and messy in a blink of an eye.
The water is still rippling
Bare stems tell the glory of the past.
The autumn wind has started again.
Whose words were blown away by it?
Is water to the face and jade to the muscles an empty and joyful dream?
Passing clouds leave only the absurdity of idiotic dreams.
The years slipped away quietly under the arch bridge of the bluestone slab.
Looking at the moon from the window is not just too white.
Words that once contained too much emotion.
When the last leaf falls.
Has anyone mourned this lost autumn?
Should I be sad? Why do you cry?
There is no green to accompany you through the cloudy winter.
Or is this the season of touching the scene?
Lament the twists and turns of the reincarnation of all things
Or emotional wishful thinking?
Brown withered flowers give off a rotten smell.
The ancient road covered with dead leaves is filled with damp breath.
The so-called rustling is nothing more than that.
Snow is definitely coming.
Everything was calm after the snow.
It is difficult to find familiar traces in the eyes.
Last night was inextricably linked.
Now it is a blank.
Some people have to give up after all.
That's the key to a new door.
Phoenix reborn from the fire
What about my rebirth?
As the snow melts in the past
3. Brothers (Poetry)
Listen to each other's breathing.
Memories in silence
We used to cheer together, no brothers and no basketball.
In front of your opponent
Heart to heart is impeccable.
You said this was our victory.
I fell down.
You are more anxious than me.
But stand up calmly.
Your firm eyes
Dude, I get it.
This battle
You'll hold it for me
I follow the wind.
You chase the wind
Because of my brother
You and I are no longer ignorant.
You tell me the meaning of happiness.
I confide in the secret of sadness.
Under?the?sun
Our backs
Better than the sweetness of a couple
over there
We're not just helping ourselves.
4, a hundred tempered into steel (poem)
Reality is like a flame.
Burning our wings eager to fly
Society is a battlefield.
Hone our will to win.
On the road of life
There are laughter and sadness.
There are successes and failures.
But we firmly believe that
We are eagles.
Can create a spectacular sky.
We are the sea.
Can stir up stormy waves
We are the backbone of heaven and earth.
Dawn of the world
Hold the wheel of fate
Shoulder the heavy responsibility of rejuvenating the country
defy hardship and danger
Seize today.
Be smelted into steel in the fire
5. Soul of Steel (Poetry)
steel
Take it from the mountains
Thorough exercise
Removing impurities and storing essence
Only by being firm and tenacious can we get it.
Wuguan steel
Pure iron is soft.
More miscellaneous makes it brittle.
There must be a wonderful match between the two.
Fang Xian's Iron Nature
My view on learning
Such as steel.
Be expert and knowledgeable.
Naicheng Daqi
The ratio of hardness to toughness of steel.
Soldiers love, workers love and farmers love.
Our young wisdom.
Learn the firmness of steel
Despite thousands of difficulties and dangers.
Be yourself and walk the line.
Learn the toughness of steel
Disdain all kinds of hardships
talk and laugh cheerfully/merrily
6. Me and my motherland
Keep your bones clanking
Show my soul of steel
When the bright sun jumps out of the blue waves of the East China Sea,
The Pamirs are still full of stars.
When the northland was still a world wrapped in silver,
Southern Xinjiang has long been permeated with rich spring scenery.
Ah, we love you, China!
We love you. ...
The beauty of Guilin's landscape,
The makeup of the West Lake in Hangzhou has faded.
Huangshan Mountain and Lushan Mountain are shrouded in mist.
The magnificence of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
We love you. ...
The fragrance of Longjing tea,
The mellow beauty of Moutai,
Jiangnan silk is bright and beautiful,
Exquisite craftsmanship of Jingdezhen ceramics.
We love you. ...
The moonlight in front of Dai bamboo building is like water.
The towering Potala Palace on the roof of the world,
Grapes in Turpan, melons in Hami,
Sheep on the grassland, camels on the Gobi desert.
We love you. ...
Ancient songs played by chimes during the Warring States Period,
New songs written by reform and opening up,
The surging spring tide in Wan Li, China,
The fire of hope lit by the motherland.
We love you. ...
History of struggle writing,
Fruit watered by sweat.
Magnificent pine trees and noble plum blossoms,
Broad-minded and great spirit.
We are proud, we are proud,
We work hard, we explore,
You are a strong man in the forest of nations in the world.
We love you, China! The world of gold
The magnificent moon with 3000 years of culture,
Radiate the season that thousands of people yearn for,
Autumn,
The golden world,
Brew a bumper harvest of wine;
Cheers and shouts,
Describe the glory of tomorrow,
Gathered on a round cake,
Romance symbolizes the happiness of harvest;
Recall the past:
How many literati,
Till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon, lamenting the worries of home and country,
Look at now:
Our colleagues have broader ideas,
Intoxicated;
We review:
Recalling the spring rain sown together,
Recalling Dai Yue's hardships,
Recall the high wind of unity and enterprising;
We imagine:
Imagine the great cause that is erupting,
Imagine you chasing my colorful clouds,
Imagine your brilliant red sun;
Jin Qiuyue:
We will love you forever.
7. Ideal songs
On the eve of our Party's 90th birthday, I recalled 1986' s naval career since joining the Party.
Thinking about the ideal purpose of our party, because it.
The sun and the moon are old and easy to forget, and life recalls the present.
Whale riding, Donghai blue, white shirt anchor red flag.
The success of making a fist and taking an oath set a good example for Hongyan.
Reciting the poems of revolutionary martyrs for a long time, blood once flew in the midsummer.
Sickle hammers hang red flags, and countless heroes donate blood clothes.
Looking back on the hardships and dangers of the revolutionary journey, I painfully read the battle brocade and thought.
Exploitation is not beyond the severity of class, and the polarization between the rich and the poor is fair and sparse.
The U.S. imperialists are still stubborn towards Japan, and the Diaoyu Islands are low.
The struggle of our party has experienced twists and turns, and the future is bright and rugged.
Fortunately, thanks to the central people of insight, I am very happy to see the revival of Chongqing with red songs!
The financial crisis has hit Europe and America, and the recent changes in China and Africa are getting more and more strange.
China welcomes new opportunities, and ten years of peace can be expected.
The country is healthy and stable, the people are rich in ideas, and the army and the people unite and hold high the banner.
Show me the mountains and rivers in Wan Lihong, and the wind and thunder sing the golden rooster in October.
The spirit of Beijing and Hong Kong is Yan 'an wind, and the Long March sings the banner of liberation.
From the very beginning, when reading the works of Marxism-Leninism, we should seriously study the national economy and people's livelihood.
The principle of revolutionary ideal lies in the Paris Commune.
Party member is not greedy for money, and he is disciplined.
International songs should be sung together, and mountains and rivers should be washed after rain and dew!
Beidou navigates the east wind, and the whistle grows new.
Mo Wei's future is in turmoil, and its shield is better than Shisan Tie's billion.
Workers, peasants and soldiers have learned to cross their bodies, and their firmness has not improved at all.
The ugly pen was used as a gun in the long war, and the blood of corruption turned into a flag.
My heart is full of blood, and the red iron bar declares righteousness.
In 1990, when the Party celebrated its centenary, the voice of China began to crow.
Five-star Dongxing China, the world will undoubtedly come into being.
Although I still remember 1949, I was a pioneer in whipping and hoofing.
Pointing to the mountains and rivers, poetry is surging, and every sentence is strange.