Yan came late and flew into Xicheng, as if spring came late.
Painting boat, clear sky, clear smoke, Ran Ran martial arts tree.
Thoughts wander and turn into light sheep with the wind.
Ten years in the West Lake, willows tied to horses, and the dust is soft and foggy.
Gradually return to red, recruit into Xianxi, and send you Sue in secret.
Leaning against the silver screen, the spring scenery is wide and the dream is narrow, the red and wet are broken, and the singing is golden.
When the bank is empty, the gulls will always be returned at sunset.
Orchids are ancient, Du Ruo is still alive, and the water town is still a tourist attraction.
Later, I didn't visit, and the Sixth Bridge didn't believe me. I went to the Flower Committee and was buried in jade. After several storms.
Long wave envy, shame on distant mountains, fishing lights reflecting the river, remembering time and short peach root crossing.
Brothel seems to be a poem on the verge of collapse, with tears and bitterness.
Looking at the dangerous pavilion, the grass is everywhere and the temple is half-disabled.
Dark spot check, happy saliva from the mark, but still dyed? The phoenix fan returns and dances wildly.
Write hard, the book is long and hateful, and the blue sky is full of lovesickness, and it bounces into the ranks of mourning Zheng.
Sad, thousands of miles south of the Yangtze River, complaining songs, is there a broken soul?
The intonation Preface of Birds, which was first created by Wu Mengchuang, is the longest intonation, enough for you to recite for three minutes.
I found another song, which is also the preface of "Ying Ti". The author is also Wu Wenying, and the lyrics are as follows:
Low warbler crow sequence
Wu Wenying
The horizontal pond wears colorful brocade, which attracts mandarin ducks to get water.
At the dawn of sunset, the flowers come back smiling, and the tulle protects the wick.
The jade is thin, the ice light is tired, and the phoenix stocks fall obliquely.
Listening to the silver bed, the sound of sycamore trees gradually stirred up coolness.
Window Gap Ribbon, Ran Ran Yu Xun, v. Stefanie Kong Liang.
By mistake, the wind and bamboo knocked at the door, so the old friend did not arrive.
Remember the posts and new poems, pinch them carefully, draw them early, and draw them fragrant.
Afraid of conformity, Fan Luo is kind and sparse, and it is autumn.
In the old days of the West Lake, painting Ge shifted frequency, sighing for a few dreams.
It's cold in the summer, the rings are uncertain, musk deer are flying in the rain, and suddenly they are wet with red tears.
One night, in Bo Xin's place, Qiong Xiao danced on the moon, looking tired at the Ming Dynasty.
Xiang Yan is easy to degenerate. When I turn around, I will sell cigarettes and draw in front of the mirror.
Can cicadas bend, sing in the west garden, and feel red and resentful.
I am used to thinking about the province, resting in the Wu Palace, chasing the cool with dark willows, leaning against the shore at dawn and revealing zero.
Silk is lingering in the lotus root, lingering in joy, Shen Tao is covered with the shadow of Xiangbo, and Zhao Hua and Bing snuggle up to each other.
Now, my temples are a little sad, and I hate this paper.
This is everything (Shu Ting)
Not all trees
Broken by the storm,
Not all seeds,
Can't find rooted soil;
Not everything is true.
Are lost in the desert of people's hearts;
Not all dreams
Willing to break his wings.
No, not everything.
Just like you said!
Not all the flames,
They will only burn themselves.
Not illuminating others;
Not all stars,
It only means night.
Don't report the dawn;
Not all songs,
It passed by my ear.
Didn't leave it in my heart.
No, not everything.
Like you.
Selected readings of national day poems
I am proud, I come from China!
Author: Wang Huairang
Among countless blue eyes and brown eyes,
I have a pair of black eyes like jewels.
I am proud, I come from China!
Among countless white skin and black skin,
My skin is as yellow as the earth,
I am proud, I come from China!
I'm from China-
The Loess Plateau is my chest,
The flowing water of the Yellow River is my boiling blood;
The Great Wall is my raised arm,
Mount Tai is my heel.
I'm from China.
My ancestors walked out of the forest for the first time.
My ancestors started farming first.
I am a descendant of the compass and printing.
I am a descendant of pi and seismograph.
In my country,
There are not only immortals in history.
Keywords Confucius, Sima Qian, Li Zicheng, Sun Yat-sen,
And immortality in the history of literature
Hua Mulan, Lin Daiyu, the Monkey King, Lu.
I am proud that I am from China!
I'm from China.
My voice is as rough as the Yellow River,
Not only in the United Nations building,
Speak out China's comments,
Also at the Olympic Games,
Shouting "China scores".
When applause sent the flag of China to the blue sky,
I wish I were from China!
I'm from China.
My huge arms are like the Great Wall,
Not only the drill pipe of the diamond oil production machine
Predict that the center of the earth can't hit oil,
Send communication satellites to our ancestors.
White clouds that I have never seen in my dream.
When the five oceans listen to the voice of the East,
I am proud, I come from China.
I'm from China.
I am a descendant of the murals in Mogao Grottoes.
Let the flying murals be with us.
I'm Tian Fei,
Flying is us.
I am proud, I come from China!
Wen Yiduo's "A Word"
There is a saying that it is a curse.
There is a saying that you can light a fire.
Although no one has said it for 5 thousand years,
Can you guess the silence of the volcano?
Maybe he was suddenly possessed,
Suddenly, there was a thunderbolt in the blue sky.
Explosion:
"Our China!"
What should I say today?
You don't believe that Cycas blooms,
So there is a sentence you listen to:
When the volcano couldn't help being silent,
Don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stamp your feet.
Wait until the blue sky thunders.
Explosion:
"Our China!" agree
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Motherland, I am your river running day and night.
Camb.
Motherland, I am your river running day and night.
Every drop of water carries lightning of happiness.
If it weren't for love
How can I get from my chest
Cut out a long river
Flowing day and night
From the depths of life
I am the Yangtze River and I am the Yellow River.
If there is no stronger nutrition than milk,
How can my yellow land?
Name one mountain after another.
That long mountain range is the Great Wall that can't fall down.
Mount Everest is the hardest skeleton in the world.
My motherland is in wind, frost, rain and snow.
Hold your noble head high
The mountains are hidden
The flying wings whirled in the strong wind.
Nine Wan Li sky smoke cleared.
Motherland, please put my vigilant eyes.
Embedded in your bloody chest.
In my blood.
Endless vows flow.
My lake, my mountains and rivers.
My brave sons and daughters, wave upon wave.
You-the source of my life
I will go through fire and water to the sea.