Song ci about the country and the people

Throughout the ages, many people with lofty ideals have a strong concern for the country and the people, take state affairs as their responsibility, go forward bravely, persevere in the face of difficulties, defend the motherland and care about people's livelihood. Next, I'll bring you Song Ci that worries about the country and the people. Welcome everyone to enjoy it together!

?

1, Liuzhou Songtou? Juvenile chivalry author: He Zhu

Young chivalry, making friends with five men. The hepatobiliary cavity is furry. In conversation. Live and die together. A promise is a promise. Come on, be brave. Arrogant. Hug gently. United Airlines. Dou chengdong. Drinking wine is booming, and cold urns are floating in spring. Suck the sea and hang a rainbow. Call the eagle dog at leisure, and bai ling will carve a bow. The sly hole is empty. Happy in a hurry.

Like a dream of yellow sorghum. Say goodbye to Feng Dan. The moon * *. Overflow the canopy. Redundant officials Although I'm nervous. Dust cage. Books and books. You are like a cloud. Rough use. Sudden success. Encourage. Yuyang lane. Think of sadness. Don't ask for long tassels, take tianjiao species. The sword roared at the west wind. I hate climbing mountains and facing the water, and giving seven-stringed paulownia by hand. Take care of Guihong.

2. He Xinlang? Send Hu Bangheng to NSW. Author: Zhang

Dream around shenzhou road. Autumn wind, even the camp painting angle, the Forbidden City since the millet. The lowest thing is the Kunlun Mountain, which is chaotic. Thousand villages gather foxes and rabbits. God's will is never difficult to ask, but people tend to complain when they are old. More Nanpu, send you away.

The cold willows on the shore urge the waste heat. Gengxu River, sparse stars and waning moon, broken clouds. Does Wan know where it is? Looking back at the night talk. Who will write a book before the goose arrives? Looking up to the sky and cherishing the present, I would like to pay tribute to Cao! Hold up the big white and listen to the golden wisp.

3, water tune song head? Autumn is getting late by Ye Mengde

Autumn is getting stronger and stronger, and Jin Ju spreads the message of the first frost. The small window and the low door are deeply hidden in the chrysanthemum bushes, and the path twists and turns upwards and twists and turns. Ask the public what's on his mind, sit and watch as time goes by and his hair turns gray. Walking around Taihu Lake, the sky is clear, and the lake reflects bright rosy clouds.

Miss the past, wander, wander to the ends of the earth, but get nothing. Sweep again after returning three paths, and Matsuzaka will come to my house. But I hate the sad autumn wind that comes from time to time. The wild geese fly slowly in the clouds, and the sadness of the nomadic flute and the melodious sound of horseshoes are intertwined. Who can, like one in the Eastern Jin Dynasty, laugh and raise the yellow sand of the people's army that destroyed Hu?

4. New lotus leaf? Lu Bo Chu Ling Author: Li Qingzhao

In the morning, the night is long, and the book always stops. Peng Ying stands around the water tower. Lan Zhi is a birthday girl. They reflect each other and make you happy. The flowers are as soft as jade, holding a graceful and restrained style.

The crane is thin and green, and its spirit is in harmony with the autumn moon. Virtue articles are becoming more and more famous. Dongshan dances very high, although Qing Xiang is not proud of it. An Shi must rise so that the whole world can be saved.

5. Have you been in love recently? Mizhou Shangyuan Author: Su Shi

On the night of Lantern Festival, by the river, the bright moon shines brightly on beautiful people. At the bottom of the account, blowing sheng spits musk deer and follows the horse without dust.

Lonely mountain people are old! Drums and blowjobs, but he joined the Nongsang Society. The cold light of the fire reveals thin frost, and the wild clouds fall.

6. Langtaosha? Mountain temple smells bells in the middle of the night. Author: Xin Qiji

In the cup of life. Everything is empty. The ancient heroes of March 5th. Where the rain blows, Qin Gong in the Han Palace.

Dream of entering youth. Singing and dancing in a hurry. The old monk rang the doorbell by mistake in the middle of the night. I can't sleep when I wake up at the west window, Xifengjuan.