Lu You's "Xiuer"
When you die, you know everything is empty.
But I'm sad to see Kyushu.
Julian Waghann Beiding Zhongyuan Day,
Don't forget to tell the Nai Weng family about the sacrifice.
Yue Fei's Manjianghong
Angry hair rushing to the crown, leaning on the fence and drizzling. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce. Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy. Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, Helan Mountain is neglected. Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Leave it at the beginning and clean up the old mountains and rivers. Chaotianque
Time: Southern Song Dynasty
Author: Wen Tianxiang
Works: Crossing the Zero Ocean
Content:
When hard work comes,
There are few stars around.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the clouds are surging.
Life experiences ups and downs.
Fear. The beach says fear,
Sigh in the ocean.
People who have never died since ancient times,
Take care of your heart and shine your history!
Time: Southern Song Dynasty
Author: Yue Fei
Works: Man Jianghong
Content:
Anger rushes to the crown, rain falls on the railing.
Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty reputations, dust and dirt,
Eight thousand miles, clouds and the moon.
Don't wait to see young people's heads turn white, empty and sad.
Jingkang shame, still not snow;
When do courtiers hate their guts!
Driving a long car to break through the lack of Helan Mountain.
Eager for pork,
Talking about the thirst for Hun blood.
Stay and clean up the old mountains and rivers from the beginning and go to the sky. Year: Qing Dynasty
Author: Gong Zizhen
Works: Ji Hai's miscellaneous poems
Content:
Kyushu is furious.
It's a pity that a thousand horses can't walk.
I suggest that god stand up again,
Don't stick to a model and leave behind talents.
Join the army (choose one) ★
Don Wang Changling
There is a dark snow-capped mountain in Qinghai, with long white clouds and a lonely city looking at Yumenguan. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
Take it out of the plug (select one) ★
Don Wang Changling
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war. If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.
Fewer years (select one)
Don
This army later became the "general" of the Han Dynasty and began a battle with the general Yu Yang. Who knows the pain of not going to the border, even if you are killed, you still have a chivalrous fragrance.
Liu, the judge of Wuwei School, marched on Qixi. Lin Xiyan (Lin Tai), a famous scholar, wrote a poem named "Crossing the Bridge" in memory of Wen Tianxiang, the national hero of "Geng Guang Hang Beidou":
When the Prime Minister crossed the East Bridge,
War horses roared past on the road.
The world will always remain a hero.
A century-old weeping hero.
The sad monument is still there,
Cold mountains look at the sky.
It's hard to look back,
Cold smoke withering grass sunset red.
This solemn and stirring poem expresses the infinite nostalgia and admiration for Wen Tianxiang by later generations.
Snow fell on the land of China.
Ai Qing
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
Wind,
Like a sad old woman.
Follow closely
Stretch out your cold fingers
Pulling a pedestrian's skirt,
As old as your land.
I never stopped talking for a moment. ...
Appear in the forest,
Drive a carriage
You China farmer,
Wearing a fur hat,
Braving the heavy snow
Where are you going?
Tell you
I'm also a descendant of farmers-
Because of yours
A face engraved with epileptic wrinkles.
I can go so deep
got it
People living on the grassland
The hardships of years.
but I ...
It's not happier than you.
-Lying on the river of time
A wave of suffering
Swallowed me once and rolled me up several times-
Vagrancy and imprisonment
I lost the most precious time of my youth,
My life
Like your life.
The same haggard.
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
By the river on a snowy night,
A small oil lamp moves slowly,
On that tattered Wu Peng boat
Reflect the light and hang your head.
Who is sitting there?
-Ah, you
A dirty little woman,
Is it ... or not
Your home
A nest of happiness and warmth
An already violent enemy
Did it burn down?
Is it ... or not
On a night like this,
Without the protection of men,
In the fear of death
You were teased by the enemy's bayonet.
On such a cold night.
innumerable
Our elderly mother,
Just like a foreigner
I don't know the wheels of tomorrow.
What kind of journey do you want to embark on?
For "object": analysand
The Road to China
Is so rugged,
It's too muddy.
Snow falls on the land of China;
The cold is blocking China. ...
Those areas swallowed up by the fire,
Countless land cultivators
Lost their livestock.
Lost their land in Waugh.
squeeze in
In the dirty alley of despair of life;
Hungry earth
Reach out into the dark sky
Begging for help
Trembling arms.
The pain and disaster in China
As vast and long as this snowy night!
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
China,
Mine is in the dark.
A weak poem.
Can I give you some warmth?
I love this land.
Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
Motherland, my dear motherland.
Shu Ting
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope.
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-Motherland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
My dear motherland, Dai Wangshu, "I use my damaged palm"
I used my injured palm.
Explore this vast land:
This corner has been reduced to ashes,
That corner is just blood and mud;
This lake should be my hometown,
(In spring, the bank is full of flowers.
There is a strange smell when the tender willow branches are broken. )
I touched the coolness of seaweed and water;
The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold.
The water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through the fingers;
The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia;
Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered,
There, I was immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats. ...
Invisible palms swept the mountains without complaint,
Fingers stained with blood and ash, palms stained with darkness,
Only the far corner is still intact,
Warm, clear, firm and vigorous spring.
On it, I stroked it with my broken palm,
Like a lover's soft hair, a baby's milk.
I put all my strength in my palm.
Put it on, send love and all hope,
Because there is only the sun, no spring,
Will dispel the haze and bring Su Sheng,
Because it's the only place where we don't live like animals,
Die like an ant ... there, eternal China!
Feathers and wings
Shu Ting's motherland, my dear motherland.
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;
I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,
Do what you do in the tunnel of history;
I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time;
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull into your shoulder;
-the motherland!
I'm poor,
I am sad.
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope,
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years;
-the motherland!
I am your brand-new ideal,
Just broke free from the spider web of myth;
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow;
I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging;
I am the newly painted white starting line;
This is crimson dawn.
It is sprayed;
-the motherland!
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me;
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Yours; Abundance, your glory, your freedom;
-the motherland,
My dear motherland!
Guo Moruo's Coal in the Furnace
Ah, my lady!
I will live up to your hospitality,
Don't let me down.
I'm doing this for the people I love.
Burn like this!
Ah, my lady!
You should know my predecessor.
Don't you think I am a reckless slave?
In the chest of my black slave,
As long as there is a heart like fire.
Ah, my lady!
I think my predecessor
Originally a useful pillar,
I've been buried alive for years,
Only now have I seen the light of day again.
Ah, my lady!
Ever since I saw the light again,
I often miss my hometown,
I'm doing this for the people I love.
Burn like this!
I love this land.
Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...-and then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
Wen Yiduo's "A Word"
There is a saying that it is a curse.
There is a saying that you can light a fire.
Although no one has said it for 5 thousand years,
Can you guess the silence of the volcano?
Maybe he was suddenly possessed,
Suddenly, there was a thunderbolt in the blue sky.
Explosion:
"Our China!"
What should I say today?
You don't believe that Cycas blooms,
So there is a sentence you listen to:
When the volcano couldn't help being silent,
Don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stamp your feet.
Wait until the blue sky thunders.
Explosion:
"Our China!"
Taiwan Province Province] Huang's Chinatown
This is a port.
The local accent of China people.
There is no need to ask where the guests are from.
A bright yellowish complexion.
Yangzhou Yima
Chang 'an Quegong
Yan yuan became a kind of queen.
The wind is Xiao Sheng in history.
It sounds like
A song as soft as a dream
It is a castle that will never be stationed.
Twenty-four flowers from China gathered together.
You are a bluegrass that can take root without soil.
Drinking the cold of frost and snow
Bloom the fragrance of the East.
Unique flag image
The waves of the Yellow River always flow eastward to the sunny side.
This is an excellent relief.
Yangshao Ming yellow glaze in Yin Ruins.
Clouds will change.
Like an emissary from the Yumen Pass in the Western Heaven.
The sea is the Silk Road in your heart.
Lonely sails and distant shadows
The bright moon in my hometown is looking up at the magnetic field of Beidou.
You become a careful collector.
I was once poor and pawned my soft hands.
Just refused to pawn the furniture brought from the motherland.
Five thousand years is not an antique that can be auctioned casually.
But a magic lamp that can bring happiness.
Pang Yu Liang is in the cornfield.
In the cornfield
I am a young general.
Look at the red tassels flying everywhere and the green swords flying.
The fruit is hidden under the red tassel and green sword.
Show their teeth
We can read their language.
There are no old friends in ordinary days.
Only the wind is blowing, blowing endless corn long hair.
In the cornfield
We will gain the strength to overcome tomorrow.
The corn leaves are still beating me.
The golden corn cob rattled in boiling water.
What a beautiful day.
Just think about what a wonderful country.
In the cornfield
Corn fields fall on the map of * * * and China.
Countless battles and victories
Will shine on us forever