What poems did Zhu Ziqing write?

No ~ he only writes poems. This is a typical work of his. Zhu Ziqing's Song of Blood-For the May 30th Massacre, blood is red! Blood is red! The madman is running, and the sun is shaking! Blood is hot! Blood is hot! Iron in the furnace, the collapse of the volcano! The blood keeps flowing! The blood keeps flowing! The Yangtze River, the Yellow Sea! Bloody hands! That bloody hand is pointing, pointing at him, R, me and you! Bloody eyes! Blood eye r! Shoot him! Shoot him, you and me! Blood! Blood r's mouth! Shen Shen, spit on him, me and you! China's blood! China's blood! All brothers, all good brothers! Broken crown! Broken belly! Brothers are still good brothers! Our heads are still around our necks! Our hearts are still in the cavity! Where's our blood? Where's our blood? "ah! Get up! " 1925 June 10 《 Rain in Mao Mao 》 The east wind swept across my face, and the scattered rain in Mao Mao was the fluff of spring. Zhu Ziqing's poetry anthology "On the Lake" Sleep, little people "Sleep, little people". The moon shines and the breeze blows ―― a burst of flowers, and the sandman leans against us. "Go to sleep, little one." Your hair is covered with blonde hair, and your green eyes are slightly exposed, breathing the breath of life. Ah, you are immersed in the moonlight, bright child,-loving God! "Go to sleep, little one." The light at the end of the night, the fragrance at the end of the flower, and the love of your mother firmly cover you. You are lying quietly in the cradle of nature. What demon dares to disturb you! "Go to sleep, little one." Let's sleep, sleep in God's arms: He embraces us with loving arms; His bright lips kissed us; Let's sleep in his arms. "Go to sleep, little one." The moon shines and the breeze blows ―― a burst of flowers, and the sandman leans against us. Looking down at the terrible sky with a straight face, two slender green trees are hidden in the yard. A westerly wind blew, and their leaves trembled as if they were afraid of falling-the westerly wind was a sign? Ah! It's raining quietly again, and the leaves are particularly shaking. Standing alone in the rain, silent and trembling; After a long time, he opened his arms and whispered, "Autumn is coming!" " Yangzhou in August (selected from Trace, 1924, 12, Yadong Bookstore)