Author: Silent Lonely Mountain
Freedom is everyone's pursuit.
When everyone pursues his own freedom.
This society
Inevitably lost his freedom.
Freedom is a human dream.
When everyone respects the freedom of others.
The space of life
Only in this way can we have real freedom.
Free space is always the quality of a group of people.
The pursuit of freedom is always the ladder of human progress.
Freedom becomes quality and right.
The territory that is constantly being carved up, noble or vulgar?
We need freedom so much.
We are too incapable of freedom.
Miao people's thoughts
How many people will suffer for your freedom?
For thousands of years, thought has been pursuing freedom.
Humans have struggled for freedom for thousands of years.
The distortion of wisdom, desire and power
Occasionally make freedom suddenly ugly.
Life is precious, but love is more expensive.
If you are free, you can throw both.
Tao Yuanming's return to the garden: opening up wasteland in the south, living in a cage for a long time and returning to nature.
Luhuitou
What can I ask of Wang Yang alone?
The sky is long,
This land is very long,
The mighty force is full of Kyushu.
How much do you know?
Romantic generation,
Eternal romance,
Fight for freedom for heaven.
Listen to An Wanshan playing cymbals.
Author: Li Qi
The bamboo in Nanshan is an infant, and its music was first introduced from Persia.
It spread to the Han Dynasty and became a novel, and Aw Hoe in Liangzhou was played by me.
The listeners at the seat are all sighing, and the homesick tourists weep.
People only know how to listen to music but not appreciate it. Music is like walking alone in a storm.
It's like the rustling of old cypress trees and the chirping of nine young phoenixes.
It's like a dragon singing and a tiger roaring and generate at the same time, and it's like the autumn sound of spring in autumn.
Suddenly it turned into a small, tragic, sudden dark cloud that turned the sky from flying to flying.
The next change is as lively and cheerful as Yang Liuzhi, as if I saw the flowers in the garden among the flowers.
On New Year's Eve, Hall A on the ceiling, a glass of wine, a glass of wine.
Free poetry
I came into this world,
Just to seek freedom,
Never mind the secular ridicule,
Not giving in to the darkness of reality,
No persecution or intimidation can destroy my tenacious will.
After all the sufferings in the world,
Witness a little bleeding,
Life is sublimated into lofty spirit in constant fighting.
Fight for freedom!
This is the foundation of life.
For the freedom of existence,
Would rather give up a quiet life;
For the existence of freedom,
Would rather give up comfort and happiness,
Write the glory of life in wandering!