The tiger occupying the dragon's plate is better than the present, and the world is turned upside down and generous. The garden is bathed in the rain from the Xijiang River, and the windows contain tigers crossing the rafters. Connecting to the sky rail to see you on the road of life, facing the snow window with a tiger hidden in the mountain. Linyi Ode to the Tiger in the Year of the Tiger Jiang Ruixiang The mountains and rivers move with a roar, and the majestic wind shakes the nine provinces. The claws and tail of the magical power are frightening, and the eyes are happy with anger. To warn the world is not to seek hegemony, but to fake power and hatred. The young man expresses his ambition and pays homage to Wu Yuanliu. Knowing clearly that there are tigers in the mountains, I prefer to go to the tiger mountains. Volume 47 of the Collection of Old Man Hanshan’s Sleepwalking: Ode to the Tiger: A long roar erupts into the sky. The sad wind shakes the trees. The autumn rain is rustling and cold. Ghosts cry in the miserable night. The fishy mutton is only self-respecting. The fur is sweet and edible. How can the rats be safe? Drinking from the river brings a full stomach. Tiger (UK) William. Black Tiger, tiger, you shine so hotly that you make the night forest brilliant; what kind of immortal hand or eye can create your amazing symmetry? On what remote seafloor or horizon, burn the fire in your eyes? With what kind of wings does he dare to soar? What kind of hand dares to carry this fire? What kind of skills, what kind of shoulders and elbows can twist the muscles of your heart and chest? And when your heart starts racing, What amazing hands, amazing feet? What kind of hammer? What kind of chains? What kind of furnace melts your mind? What kind of anvil? What kind of amazing grip strength dares to hold on to these terrible things? When the stars cast down their rays of light and sprinkled the sky with tears; did he ever smile when he saw his masterpiece? Is it not He who made you as He made the lamb? Tiger, tiger, you shine brightly, making the forest at night brilliant; what kind of immortal hands or eyes can create your amazing symmetry? South China Tiger Niuhan I saw a tiger in the small zoo in Guilin. I squeezed in the chattering crowd and stared at the tiger in the cage through the two iron fences for a long time, but I never saw the tiger's colorful face and flaming eyes. The tiger in the cage was lying peacefully in a corner with its back to the timid and desperate audience. Some people were throwing stones at it, some were yelling at it, some were trying to persuade it, but they all ignored it! Its long and thick tail was flicking leisurely. , Oh, tiger, tiger in the cage, did you dream of the vast forest? Is it the soul of humiliation that is twitching? Or do you want to whip those poor and ridiculous spectators with your tail? Your strong legs stand straight Stretching out in all directions, I saw that each of your toes was broken, covered with thick blood! Were your toes tied up and torn off alive? Or were you broken in the same way out of grief and anger? teeth (I heard your teeth were cut off by an old hacksaw) and bite them into pieces with the hot blood... I saw bloody ravines on the gray cement walls of the iron cage. I finally understood the dazzling glare of lightning... I left the zoo in shame. In a trance, I heard an earth-shattering roar. An unruly soul flew over my head and flew away. I saw streaks like flames. eyes.
There are also huge and broken claws dripping with blood!