Poetry 1: Don't be big.
A thousand miles away in Huang Yun,
The north wind blows goose feathers and heavy snow one after another.
Mochow has no bosom friend in the future,
Everyone in the world doesn't know you.
Poetry 2: The Song of Chile
Chilechuan at the foot of Yinshan Mountain.
The sky is like the sky, and the cage covers four fields.
The sky is gray and wild,
See cattle and sheep when the wind blows.
Male descent, heroic color.
Call me, the river and the sea are in harmony.
The mountain is silent and the water is sad.
Vertical and horizontal running highlights the edge.
Poetry 3: The People's Liberation Army occupied Nanjing
Zhongshan is windy and rainy, and millions of heroes cross the river.
The distance between the tiger and the dragon plate is better than in the past, turned upside down and natural and graceful.
It is advisable to chase after the poor bandits with the remaining courage, not to learn from the overlord.
If the sky is sentimental, it will grow old, and the right way in the world is vicissitudes.
Poetry 4: In the early spring, Zhang Zai, the minister of water.
The rain in Tianjie is as slippery as crisp,
The color of the grass is close in the distance, but not at all.
The biggest advantage is that one spring,
It's better than the smoke willow in the imperial city.
Poetry 5: Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems
Only the great explosive power of lightning can make the land of China exude vitality, but the social and political situation is not angry, but a kind of sadness.
I advise god to stand up again, put down his talent and not stick to the rules!
Poetry 6: Reading Experience
Half an acre of square pond opened, and the sky was overcast.
Why is the water in the pond so clear? Come for the source of living water!
Poetry 7: Youzhou Tower
No one can see the ancient wisdom of the ancient king, only those wise men who can't see the afterlife can see it.
I think of heaven and earth, there is no limit, there is no end, I am alone, tears fell down.
Poetry 8: quatrains
"Two orioles sing green willows, and egrets cover the sky."
My window framed the snow-covered western hills. My door often says "goodbye" to ships sailing eastward.