Many modern poems praising heroes return to dust.
On the land of noise
Tumbling impetuous
Under the scorching sun.
Uneasy because I can't see my own shadow.
A pair of confused eyes
How can I find abandoned road signs?
Believe in the authenticity of money
Step by step away from spiritual worship
The sorrow of mankind
The failure of civilization
Rational helplessness
Desire devours everything.
Give vent to crazy frankness.
Not pure, really cute.
No naked thoughts.
There is no lonely waiting.
No unintentional harm.
No?
not have
Dignity degenerated into paranoia of desire.
Lose yourself in exchange for a happy existence.
Distant hero
That distant era
Worship of thousands of pairs of tears.
He can decide success or failure with a wave of his hand.
How many reincarnation?
I want to wait.
Ode to Modern Heroes Part II Diaoyu Island,
It has been the territory of China since ancient times.
Japanese extreme right forces obstruct,
Play all kinds of tricks
Chinese sons and daughters will not waver,
Hong kong heroes visit baobao in person.
Japan and the United States are humming,
It's hard to hide the cloven foot.
The joint military exercise is roaring.
I want to go back to the evil way of the past.
Those clowns,
How can you stop the wheel of history?
Modern poetry praises heroes in three realms, and one person is practicing.
In the layers of clouds, the filar silk beam is exposed.
Red bricks piled up tall buildings that supported the sky.
In the wilderness, the fog pavilion and the cloud window laugh.
A thin green lump
High-rise buildings have strong feelings for migrant workers.
A trace of red dust makes you put on a mysterious rainbow.
On the Yuan Ye, a flock of geese flew in.
People sing with geese, and the sun, the moon and the stars are red.
In the green field, there are a group of beautiful cockroaches.
Fly to the boundless sky
Looking for a rainbow on the horizon
Wind chimes rang, swaying a string of stories.
Wave after wave of madness.
Influence on the throats of migrant workers
The curtains at the window slowly opened.
Expose romance and luxury
Stabbed the pupil of migrant workers.
Flowing with the sound of wind chimes
A green field, Wan Li sky.
In the sweat of migrant workers
Become infinite
Anyone can think of Yu Yu Qionglou.
Farmers from the bottom.
The setting sun shines and the moonlight is hazy.
The building echoed with exciting voices.
Hero peasant worker, peasant worker hero
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