What are the passionate poetry readings?

The motherland still regards dreams as Ma Haizi, and I want to be a loyal son in the distance.

And temporary material lovers.

Like all poets who dream of horses.

I have to walk with martyrs and clowns.

on the way

Let's put out the fire together. I'll do it alone.

The fire was held high.

This fire is a big flower, which falls to the sacred motherland.

Like all poets who dream of horses.

I spent the long nights of my life with this fire.

This fire throws stones at the language of the great motherland.

Deliangshan Chengzhai

Dream of Dunhuang-It will be cold in July.

Skeleton of

Such as white firewood, hard snow.

On the sacred mountain

Like all poets who dream of horses.

I threw myself into this fire, and these three lamps are the lamps that imprisoned me.

Spit out brilliance

Ten thousand people walked under my sword to build the motherland.

The language of

I am willing to start from scratch.

Like all poets whose dreams are horses.

I'd also like to sit at the bottom of the prison.

Of all God's creations, only I am the most perishable, no.

An irresistible rate of death.

Only food is my baby, and I hold her tightly.

Hold her and have a baby in your hometown.

Like all poets who dream of horses.

I would also like to bury myself in the surrounding mountains.

See a quiet home

Facing the river, I am infinitely ashamed.

I wasted my years and felt very tired.

Like all poets who dream of horses.

Time flies, not a drop remains.

The horse is dead.

If I am reborn on the shore of my motherland in a thousand years.

A thousand years later, I once again owned the rice fields in China.

Kicking Zhou's snowy mountain Tianma

I choose an eternal career.

My job is to be the life of the sun.

From ancient times to the present-Japan-he is extremely brilliant.

Extremely bright

Like all poets who dream of horses.

Finally, it was carried into the immortal sun by the gods at dusk.

The sun is my name.

The sun is my life.

At the top of the sun, there are thousands of bodies of poetry buried.

Kingdom and me

Riding a 5,000-year-old phoenix and a dragon named "Horse"

-I will fail.

But poetry itself will win the answer of North Island with the sun.

Mean is the passport of the despicable, noble is the epitaph of the noble,

Look, in the golden sky,

Full of twisted reflections of the dead.

The ice age is over,

Why is there ice everywhere?

The Cape of Good Hope was discovered,

Why did Qian Fan compete in the Dead Sea?

I came into this world,

Just paper, rope and numbers,

Before the trial,

Read the condemned voice.

Tell you what, world.

I don't believe it.

Even if you have a thousand challengers under your feet,

Then count me as 10 1.

I don't believe the sky is blue,

I don't believe in the echo of thunder,

I don't believe that dreams are false,

I don't believe in death without retribution

If the ocean is destined to burst its banks,

Let all the bitterness pour into my heart,

If land is destined to rise,

Let mankind choose the peak of survival again.

New turning points and shining stars,

The sky is filled with no cover.

This is a 5000-year-old hieroglyph,

Those are the eyes that people will stare at in the future. I believe that the future index finger will be a spider's web, ruthlessly sealing my stove.

When the smoke of ashes sighs the sorrow of poverty

I still stubbornly smooth away the ashes of disappointment.

Write with beautiful snowflakes: believe in the future.

When my purple grapes turn into dew in late autumn

When my flowers snuggle up to other people's feelings

I still stubbornly use frosted vines.

Write on the desolate land: believe in the future.

I want to use my fingers to stir the waves that rush to the horizon.

I want to hold the sun in my hand.

The warm and beautiful pen flickers with the dawn.

Write with a child's pen: believe in the future.

I believe in the future.

Yes, I believe that people's eyes in the future

She brushed away the eyelashes of history.

She has a student who can read through the years.

No matter what people think of our rotting bodies.

Those lost blues, the pain of failure.

It was tears of emotion and deep sympathy.

Or give a contemptuous smile and bitter ridicule?

I firmly believe that people are interested in our spine.

Countless explorations, lost ways, failures and successes.

I will definitely give a warm, objective and fair evaluation.

Yes, I am anxiously waiting for their comments.

Friends, believe in the future.

Believe in indomitable efforts

Young people who believe in overcoming death.

Believe in the future and love life.

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