This is a Tibetan poem.
Wuzi, the eighth day of April. When the waves are calm, the birds stop singing. A merciless natural disaster struck and the whole country mourned. In the face of disaster, we choose to be strong; When we are sad, we choose to be strong. Wenchuan is strong, Sichuan is strong and China is strong! Because we are strong, we are not afraid of disaster; Because we are strong, our tomorrow will be better!
-Preface
Wenshui flows from east to west, and it is difficult for gods to change earthquakes.
Chuanchuan's children have suffered a lot, and a deserted city is their best.
The scenery of Tangshan in those days was full of ruins and broken walls.
After the disaster of beautiful mountains and rivers, yesterday is different from today.
It is said that it is good to be eight years old. Why is the disaster urgent?
The picturesque scenery is beautiful, but the sky is naturally jealous.
Just after the freezing disaster in the north, Tianfu was razed to the ground.
Sichuan is quiet, its waves and birds stop singing, and its sadness is devastating.
May in Jiangtian is getting more and more gloomy and full of sadness.
There is no harvest in the oily green wheat field, and thousands of people live in the corner.
I have never shed a tear in my life, but I smell it like mud today.
If Zhuge Hou knew something, he couldn't bear to see it and hid his face and wept.
Peng Zu's life span has been extended by 800 years, which shows that human life is only a moment.
The Chinese soil in counties and counties is like golden jade.
Precious jade is not enough to be scattered, and it is better than everything.
Flowers bloom and fall in the coming year, and the scenery in the coming year is more charming.
Mao Nian is a strong man, so Ann can smell the Qiangdi with her hands.
Ignoring people's sufferings, sweat and blood will help each other.
Nothing is enough. Miracles converge in all directions because of love.
The bamboo orchestral string is the voice of the emperor, which is admirable and admirable.
Sleeping wages include worrying about building a home, and the mountains of Shu are green and clear.
Whoever can win the descendants of the dragon has the power to support the sky with one hand.
The Han and Qiang families love each other without borders, and my teeth and lips will always depend on each other.
Prosperous times will be reincarnated, and Xia Hong will crow in the sky.
Red candles were lit in front of the main hall, praying silently and observing silence.
A dog's life is unpredictable, the living forge ahead and the dead rest in peace.
The history of the Qing Dynasty is engraved with May 12th, and always remember that 10,000 people died today.
How strong Chuanchuan's children are, treating disaster as an ant.
Standing on a high mountain overlooking the distance. I only saw the bleak mountains and rivers, feeling dejected.
Standing on a high mountain overlooking the distance. It also depends on the unity and unyielding backbone of the people.
Standing on a high mountain, expecting to rise in sorrow. How difficult it is for the country to be rich and strong, and China is strong!
This is 2009, and it was rated as "the best composition".
Standing at the gate of Huanghuagang cemetery
On March 29th (19 1 1 April 27th), an uprising broke out in Guangzhou. One hundred and twenty insurgents broke into the governor's office in Guangzhou with guns, and Zhang, the governor of Guangdong and Guangxi, fled when he heard the news. However, because the insurgents were outnumbered and surrounded by hundreds of Qing troops, the insurgents suffered heavy casualties. Pan Dawei, a revolutionary, pitied him and collected the remains of martyrs. Among them, 72 people were buried in Huanghuagang at the foot of Baiyun Mountain. Ninety-seven years later, in the twelfth lunar month, it will snow heavily. I stayed in Guangzhou and went to the tomb of the seventy-two martyrs in Huanghuagang. Stop at the door and give all the feelings, a poem, a poem:
It's hard to know the sky in Chixian County, and the magic dance in a hundred years. Who knows the ground has been broken, who regrets the lack of Jin ou?
The emperor is no longer in heaven, and the Chinese dream is gone. We lost five ports trading with Hongkong, and China ships were also lost.
The fire in Yuanmingyuan made the Hall of Supreme Harmony shameful. The navy sank the ship, and the water in the Yellow Sea was fishy and salty.
The treaty was made in Chunfan Building, and treaty of shimonoseki was signed by a rebel. Guns were heard on the drum stage, and soldiers were buried before the country.
New ghosts chirp, old ghosts cry, and Beijing smoke is hard to see. Where can I find a declaration of war? Speaking of emperors and queens after the Western Heaven and Autumn.
The treaty of hating ugliness made the boxer hate, and the sunset and autumn wind wept the sword. Sixty years of harm to the country, eight thousand miles to hang the people.
Empty rivers curse the passing of Sichuan, and endless national sorrow is in Sri Lanka. 40 million people shed tears, where is China at the end of the world?
People and poor countries cut down land and pay silver compensation year after year. Poor Yue Nv cried every night, semi-colonial and semi-feudal.
Fire slave Lu Lu gathers people with lofty ideals, and reviving China will bring back the sky. The fire has burned the hammer and sickle, and now it will destroy the Qing court.
Gunfire shook the five cities, and the hero waved his sword fearlessly. Taking Yuquan as the country's death, why is it famous in the world?
A sad song fell from the sky, and the strong man stopped singing Xiao Shui. Seeing the mountains and rivers have smoke, the martyrs' souls sink into the spring.
Life can be geometric for a hundred years, and the grass is basked in the sun. White clouds are full of souls and yellow flowers are everywhere, which is worrying.
The rebels have covered the blue soil, leaving behind the spirit of history books. Huanghuagang was covered with a pile of soil and all the weeds were buried.
I don't know if I am in trouble, but Lu Qing's work is very hard. Blue sky and white clouds are all red, and tombstones are embedded in tombstones.
Pedestrians often grieve for the past and recall Sun Yixian with anger. Boundless head blood, poor for false * * *.
The crown fell before the monarch, and there were no fewer monarchs on the earth. Thousands of people have never forgotten that autumn wind and autumn rain wet yellow flowers.
I'm worried that the Yangtze River will die in the east, but you have a history before you. Don't mourn the past, but look to the rejuvenation of the motherland.
Memories of vicissitudes of life are floating, and our efforts must move forward. Years are like songs and dreams, and a hundred years have passed.
In the dream of the world of mortals, there is shame in front of the tomb of the martyrs. We have never experienced a war, and we have never seen such smoke again.
In peacetime, I remember the past, but I didn't see it with my own eyes. Nanling is full of snow this spring, and the snow reflects the loyal soul of plum blossoms.
Game-writing protocol is flying all over the sky, and the vegetation is full of emotion and sadness. It is only because the blood of martyrs is like the sea that the sun and the moon get a new sky.
What a hero Huang Huagang is, among countless loyal red flags. One hundred trillion countries are pregnant with their ancestors, and Wan Li moved to their descendants.
Zhao Gong is willing to die for his country. He thinks you can always give more. Today, the world is getting worse and worse, leaving you without weeds.
Today's rivers and mountains are more brilliant and no longer sink as before. The factory is full of iron horses, and the information age is in sight.
People's pastimes are less miserable, and it's hard to see their sad faces again. I stood at the door of Yuling today, with a lot of thoughts.
Talk about a poem to mourn your soul, and don't blame the clumsy people for missing it.
Postscript: Today's life is made by the blood of our ancestors. There are many tombs of martyrs in China today, not just Huanghuagang. However, I have only been to Huanghuagang in my life, and I am ashamed. This autumn, it is expected that the yellow flowers in Huanghuagang will be fragrant in the autumn wind.
03 Shaanxi
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Open the curtain, the sun has only one color-inscription.
Open the curtains, there is only one color of sunshine.
Whether you like it or not.
Red orange yellow green blue purple
Of course, emotional innocence.
But it looks like color-changing sunglasses.
Put the whole world
Either die happily or die sadly.
Twist all faces
Teach you
Ignorant enough to put out your finger.
"This is ugly, that is beautiful."
Don't always give reasons to have a holiday.
If feelings are like fog
Then be careful, it's covered.
The other side of the truth
If feelings are like moonlight
Then you know,
It can't steal sunlight.
It's not that feelings are always cheating.
It's just that it always has a twisted side.
Wipe your eyes often.
Don't let reason leave you.
Open the curtain
Can you see the reef clearly?
If so
Then raise the sail
The wind is blowing. Look, that's the coast.
I hope I can help you.