Wan Liu Daoyi of Sun Yat-sen
Half of the southeast three Chuxiong, Liu Lang died, dominating the map.
It's hard to leave a legacy, who is generous to the Sri Lankan people!
Trapped in the sad autumn wind, the sunset in China is crying and mourning.
When to drink Huanglong wine and a sip of river water?
Ding Hai's "Notes on Reading Flowers in Spring with People" appreciates his poems about visiting Mount Tai and seeing apricot flowers;
I was skeptical when I heard about the disaster, but I cherish this material today.
Gone with the wind or a thief, it's lucky to be ashes after the robbery.
Soon after swimming in the barren hills, broken sentences still lead to death.
Seeing the flowers on the podium bloom again, the soul of poetry should not have too many regrets.
Xu Xilin's "Out of the Plug"
Military songs should be sung with broadswords, vowed to destroy Hunu, and went out of Jade Pass.
Only the battlefields where countries die, why do they die in boots?
heptasyllabic/seven-syllable quatrain
The first shot of Shouyi Chengtou, Zhongshan rocker arm broke the imperial power.
In addition to the Qing Dynasty, the 19 1 1 year Double Ten Uprising abolished the emperor.
Yueyang Travel Times-Huangxing
Borrowing a poem from the Tang Dynasty, the autumn sky blends with Dongting Lake.
There is Optimus Prime in the middle stream, and the bright moon shines passionately on passenger ships.
A Gift for Female Zhenhua —— Huang Xing
There is a bright moon in the sky, and Wan Li is at leisure.
The brighter Tsinghua is, the more homesick she is.
On the Yellow Sea ship, the Japanese searched for sentences and saw the map of the Russo-Japanese war-Qiu Jin.
Wan Li returns to the clouds, and the East China Sea carries spring thunder alone.
Endure to see the picture change color, willing to let Jiangshan pay for the ashes.
Turbid wine does not quench the tears of worrying about the country, and we should strive for talents when saving.
Ping shi ten thousand heads of blood, also want to save Li Kun.
Hundred Years of the Revolution of 1911-Qiu Jin
There is a beacon smoke in Jiangshan, Wan Li. Xinhai is a hundred years old today.
Time flies, the hero's soul fell asleep before he finished singing the wind.
Sad for green willows, clear dreams, red blood, mud and cuckoo.
A long river gathers the sunset, and the horizon is full at the beginning of the month.