"Qinyuanchun" commemorates Mr. Lu Xun's writing/sunset composer
Send a message to the cold star, anger the knife cluster, and the pressure is heavy. The tomb was destroyed, Haiyan sank, and the madman shouted, "Chief" is dead. The story is new. I pick flowers at night, and my head is willing to be a willing cow. In the quiet place, there are songs singing, moving and mixed feelings rushing.
The pen has been shaken for thirty-three years, calling fire for thunder. As soon as the rooster sings, it will dawn in Chixian County, and China Hongbo and Spring will get a 30% discount. National heroes, cultural leaders, and all-powerful ambitions have been paid. Mr. Wang is here, serving the country while the immortal is still alive.
Seven laws in memory of Mr. Lu Xun (recommended by the editor)
Throughout the ages, articles have enjoyed a good reputation in the north, and Mr. Wang is unparalleled in the world.
The bash elbows shouted at the road on the ground, and Ji lingered under the window.
Store heat, spring, fat grass and write about the Yangtze River.
I am willing to chase peaches and plums in this life and recommend Xuanyuan blood!
In memory of Mr. Lu Xun
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Draw a vivid portrait of a fake monarch.
Shouting is really shocking.
Singing the north-south tune
Give the book to people in two places.
When will weeds rot?
Willing to go to the grave with you
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Author: Cang Kejia
-Thoughts on Commemorating Lu Xun
Some people are still alive.
He died;
Some people died.
He's alive.
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Riding on the people's heads: "Oh, how great I am!"
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Bend down and be a cow and a horse for the people.
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Carve your name on a stone to be "immortal";
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I'd rather be a weed and wait for the underground fire.
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He lives and no one else can live;
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He lives to make life better for most people.
Riding on people's heads,
People broke him down;
Those who work for the people,
People will always remember him!
Carve your name on the stone,
The name decays earlier than the corpse;
Wherever the spring breeze blows,
There are green weeds everywhere.
He's alive, and no one else can,
His fate can be seen;
He lives for most people, those who live better,
The crowd held him high and high.