Angry hair rushes to the crown, leans against the aperture, and rests in the rain.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon.
Don't be idle, it's white and sad.
Jingkang shame, still not snow;
Great hate, when can it be extinguished!
Driving a long car, breaking through the lack of Helan Mountain,
Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty.
Stay from the beginning, clean up the old mountains and rivers, and go to the sky.
Poetry 2. Hope Springs
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.
The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
Poetry three. Show children
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
Poetry 4: soul of china
Because it's hard
Forget that.
With a loving mother's heart
Weave into ...
Full of yearning
Colored basket
There is always a lot to smoke.
Endless love
Regardless of spring.
She is the gentle sunshine.
Or summer.
She is cool and lively.
Autumn has come, she has come.
The season of offering golden fruits
She is in winter.
Burning fire
mother
universe
a country
Great soul