Spring in the Great Man's Poems
Countless literati have a special liking for "spring" throughout the ages.
Bai Juyi's Memory of Jiangnan has been handed down from generation to generation; Su Shi wrote "Die Lian Hua" by spring, which has been passed down through the ages; Du Fu's "Delighting in Rain on a Spring Night" is full of emotion and is well-known. Spring in Mao Zedong's poems is magnificent and powerful!
Seven Laws Hongdu
It's been another year since I arrived in Dehong, and Zusheng's hit series has been handed down to this day.
After listening to the rain in the south for a long time, I immediately waved my whip in the north.
the snow on the temples flies into waste, and the colorful clouds grow in a new day.
Every year, the waves push the waves before, and Cao Jiang river flowers are everywhere.
tune the tune and re-enter Jinggangshan
Ling Yunzhi has been here for a long time and re-enter Jinggangshan.
I've come a long way to find my old place, and my old look has changed.
everywhere, there are singing and dancing, and there are more gurgling water.
The high road goes into the clouds.
after Huang Yangjie, you don't need to look at the dangers.
the wind and thunder are moving, the flags are stirring, and people are dying.
thirty-eight years have passed, with a flick of a finger.
You can visit the moon for nine days, but you can visit the five oceans to catch turtles.
There is nothing difficult in the world, as long as you are willing to climb
the seven laws and send the plague gods
The green mountains and green mountains are in vain, and Hua Tuo is helpless.
Thousands of villages are bequeathed by Xue Li, and thousands of families are singing.
Sit on the ground and walk 8, miles a day, and see a thousand rivers from afar.
Cowherd wanted to ask about the plague, but he was as sad and happy as ever.
there are thousands of willows in the spring breeze, and the 6 million China is as smooth as Yao.
the red rain turns into waves at will, and the green hills deliberately turn into bridges.
The silver hoes in Tianlian and Wuling fell, and the three rivers shook with iron arms.
Excuse me, where does the plague god want to go? The paper boat burns like a candle.