A short poem of gratitude to the motherland (1)
Guests are full, and Chinese chefs cook rich meals.
My second and third sons and I held a banquet in this corner.
Qin Zheng is to the west and Qiseyang is to the east.
The food came back for nothing, and there was nothing to eat.
I am a stranger, and my friend is with me.
A big country is rich in good materials, just like the sea, which makes a pearl.
A gentleman has righteousness, and a villain has virtue.
There is a celebration of doing good, and we should stand up for glory.
It is a big festival, but it is more bound by the secular.
A gentleman knows, but he has no intention of being a Confucian.
A short poem of gratitude to the motherland (2)
Sell new silk in February and cut new grain in May.
Cured the sore in front of me, but dug out my heart.
I hope the king's heart will turn into a bright candle.
Not according to the resumption of the front banquet, but according to the escape room.
A short poem of gratitude to the motherland (3)
The world is a hero, living and ruling for thousands of years.
After the founding of the People's Republic of China and the three kingdoms of Wu and Wei, the restoration of five baht coins was aimed at revitalizing the Han Dynasty.
Andrew Bynum and Zhuge Liang created the foundation of the prime minister, but unfortunately his son is not the sage of his father.
The worst is the song and dance in Shu Palace, and there is no shame in singing and dancing.
A short poem of gratitude to the motherland (4)
Jingzu, Shengde is my hometown.
She was born in Yunnan, a mother of ten lang Niang.
My mother was born and raised, and she loves it very much.
In addition to the custom of choosing a husband, he has a high vision and a good mind.
Without rich people, familiarity is not appropriate.
My father is a Confucian and self-sufficient in poetry.
Therefore, my mother and wife got married early.
Who knows that ancient washing does not enter the basin.
Looking back at the heart of your ancestors, you can forget it in the end.
Knee idle bitter words, this heart you pay.
How dare you swallow it, mosquito and fly.
Twenty-one years of idleness, mother died without father.
I made all kinds of hair, and the apricot garden is only fragrant.
Fortunately, there is whipping, and the servant is stiff.
The preface is empty in the ear and wants to report to the sky.
My husband is in front of me and my son Wu Luo is beside me.
Work hard, the world must be bright.
Don't be shy when you listen. You can take a test when you come.
I didn't do a few things, which is a light for my predecessors.