Berthing Guazhou
Wang Song Anshi
Jingkou and Guazhou are just separated by a water, and Zhongshan has only a few heavy green mountains.
The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home?
Jingkou and Guazhou are only separated by a water, and Zhongshan is only separated by several green hills. The gentle spring breeze has blown the south bank of the great river green again, but, bright moon in the sky, when can you come home with me?
Melancholy Qiu Si
Ji Zhang
The annual autumn wind blows to Luoyang city, and my wandering son doesn't know how his relatives in his hometown are; Writing a letter to peace has too much to say and I don't know where to start.
When the letter is written, I am worried that I have not finished what I want to say; When the messenger started, he opened the envelope and gave it to him.
The annual autumn wind blows into Luoyang city again. Wanderers living in Luoyang want to know what happened to their relatives in their hometown. Write a letter from home to greet peace. There are so many things to say and I don't know where to start. The letter has been written, but I'm afraid I haven't finished what I want to say in a hurry; When the messenger set out, he opened the envelope and returned it to him.
Endless longing
Nalanxingde
A ride on the mountain, a ride on the water, and a trip to Guan Yu, with thousands of lights at night.
When the wind changes and the snow changes, it is impossible to break the dream of hometown, and there is no such sound in the garden.
I traveled in Liaodong and waded all the way to Shanhaiguan accompanied by thousands of troops. At night, the camp is brightly lit and resplendent. It was late at night, and it was snowing outside the tent. Melissa Zhou's voice made people unable to sleep. The author is homesick and lonely, and can't help feeling resentful: Why is there no such disturbing voice in his hometown?
The Long March
Mao Zedong
The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle.
Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills.
Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold with the cross rail.
I'm glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile.
The Red Army is not afraid of all the difficulties and hardships on the Long March, and regards Qian Shan as ordinary. In the eyes of the red army, the continuous five mountains are just the ups and downs of microwave waves, and the majestic Wumeng Mountain is just a mud pill. The Jinsha River is full of turbid waves, patting the towering cliffs and steaming. The cross frame of the dangerous bridge on the Dadu River is shaking the iron rope hanging high in the air, and the chill bursts. What is more gratifying is that when we set foot on the snowy Minshan Mountain, everyone was smiling after the Red Army crossed it.