-Chen Yi
/kloc-in the winter of 0/936, Meishan was besieged, and the rest of the wounded soldiers lay in the jungle for more than 20 days. I had to worry about it, so I got three poems and put them under my clothes. Rotational solution
How does it feel to be beheaded today? There are many difficulties in starting a business I will go to Quantai to recruit Kibaki and behead Yamaraja with100000 as the standard.
It has been ten years since the smoke started in the south of China, and this head must be hung abroad. After death, you work hard and good news flies like paper money.
Joining the revolution is a common occurrence, and there are times of bloodshed. Taking righteousness as benevolence is a matter of today, and free flowers are planted all over the world.
Yishi
Author: Xia
It doesn't matter if you behead,
As long as the doctrine is true.
Kill Xia,
And the afterlife.
(7) Qingpingle? Huichang (Mao Zedong)
The east wants to know,
Good morning, Mo Daojun.
Walking through the green hills, people are not old,
The scenery here is very unique.
The mountain peaks outside Huichang,
Directly connected to the east.
The soldier pointed to Nanyue,
More lush.
10) Recalling Qin E? Loushanguan (Mao Zedong)
The west wind is strong,
The wild goose in the sky is called Frost Morning Moon.
Frosty morning moon,
The sound of hooves,
Small throat.
Xiongguan road is like iron,
Now start from the beginning.
From the beginning,
Cangshan is like the sea,
The sunset is like blood.
The prisoner's lament
-Ye Ting
The doors that people come in and out are locked,
The hole the dog climbed out of was open,
A voice shouted:
Climb out and set you free!
I long for freedom,
But I know very well-
How can a human body crawl out of a dog hole!
I hope that one day,
Underground fire,
Burn me with this living coffin,
I deserve to live forever in fire and blood!
Liu Hulan
"The greatness of life is the glory of death!" Mao Zedong
Shy bud
Haven't had time to bloom yet
The girl's boiling blood
Red and sad morning sun
That drop of blood, hay cutter
I wonder who collects it.
The short life of fifteen.
It is still fragrant today.
Hulan Hulan Hulan Hulan Hulan Hulan Hulan
-Time magazine is collecting letters.