That year, everyone lived in the world of mortals.
When you have rhyme, there is a storm.
Passing by the end of the world, an undercurrent was set off.
You broke a hundred words, the poet's love should have ended in vain.
At the beginning, the hand could pick the stars, but is the sword of happiness horizontal?
If you see blood blocking your throat, maybe I shouldn't have any pain.
Quiet night and clear autumn, lock your most ruthless pupil deeply.
When migratory birds migrate, they will be as desolate as floods.
Moonlight ice sculpture, staged an impulse to kill love.
It is not easy to worship love and put it into practice.
Poetry is red, and the window row is waiting for the dry wind.
It's hard to ridicule a sobbing man as a hero with red eyes and rolling their eyes.
Young people in Jianghu are used to chasing vicissitudes.
You are also good at playing the piano and fiddling with prosperity in the palm of your hand.
Life is light, and it is so heavy to meet someone half-heartedly.
2. Magnificent, impassioned and heroic poems
Travel around the world with a sword
But I'm really not
Not a hero
A person's blood is as thick as the sunset.
Another can of spirits.
For the last time tonight
Give you a song
For you on the horizon
sing
Who threatened you with a sword?
My lover
my motherland
I am a bloodthirsty madman.
Beautiful musical rhythm
The sound of drums
My hatred
The sandstorm is coming again.
Blow-dry shirts
soon
Only the sword groaned.
The sword groaned.
But there's nothing I can do.
Facing the central plains
Kneel for the Central Plains
Why am I not a hero?
Where's the hero?
Can only put away the iron sword
Through his neck.
3. Modern poetry with heroic style
Undercurrent of love
That year, everyone lived in the world of mortals.
When you have rhyme, there is a storm.
Passing by the end of the world, an undercurrent was set off.
You assert that the poet's love should be in vain.
At the beginning, the hand could pick the stars, but is the sword of happiness horizontal?
If you see blood blocking your throat, maybe I shouldn't have any pain.
Quiet night and clear autumn, lock your most ruthless pupil deeply.
When migratory birds migrate, they will be as desolate as floods.
Moonlight ice sculpture, staged an impulse to kill love.
It is not easy to worship love and put it into practice.
Poetry is red, and the window row is waiting for the dry wind.
It's hard to ridicule a sobbing man as a hero with red eyes and rolling their eyes.
Young people in Jianghu are used to chasing vicissitudes.
You are also good at playing the piano and fiddling with prosperity in the palm of your hand.
Life is light, but half-life love is so heavy.
The mountains are south and the sea is north, and the children are affectionate.
Singing and drinking, ten miles of tenderness will never meet.
Only you do what you want, the love of this life is bound by yourself and frozen for thousands of years.
4. Modern poetry with heroic style
The Yellow River sank.
From Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
A little-known mound began.
draw out
Yellowing water
Put the rough stone tools of our ancestors
And the sobs of China people.
Bury sth deeply
Converge into a cry and expand the exotic life.
Yellow carpet
Bohai bay coast
Extend to the Dragon Palace
One day.
Wang lung in Donghai
Bring a beautiful dragon lady.
Come to the carpet.
Yuelaoxia
Accompanied by the vigorous "boatman ballad"
* * * Drink a glass of cold moonlight.
Hejiu
Yellow skin and black hair
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