I remembered all the names,
Water King, ancestor, originator, Xuanzu-Nanxi,
Birch nanmu, the king of wood,
Golden King-Jinding, Golden Melody,
Fire king-fire harp, matches
King of Earth-Middle Earth, Chen Ken and Machida
One man and five kings Xi Nanxi Shitu Phoenix
Nanmu Jingexi, Dinghua soil is abundant in Tang Dynasty.
The fire harp makes Xuanzu a poet on earth!
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I didn't know the rain was hitting your heart lake-Nanmu Nanhua.
It rained for a whole month, but it didn't open.
Flood and beast area, please avoid it. ...
It's not that my heart won't turn,
The birds on the branches are starving,
This long "disaster" is the "punishment and crying" after the chaos in various places.
When evil spreads all over the earth, natural and man-made disasters will come.
I know the rain has been beating on my heart lake,
Sadness trembled until dawn,
It's dawn, but it's gloomy and terrible,
Thunder and lightning,
It can be seen that man-made disasters are disasters from heaven!
God, Buddha, where is God hiding?
They said:
"I didn't know the rain was hitting your heart.
All I know is that you should stop crying,
The evil spirits on earth will eventually be punished,
But we must do our best to stop the anger of God, father and God.
Then please return the gods to their places, the sun father-in-law can't be lazy any more, and the moon goddess should return to earth ... "
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The sun shines on the earth again-matches.
After the soul was transformed, the gods returned to their positions.
The king of kings is back,
China's poems are back,
Like a long-lost son,
But people have long forgotten and neglected his position.
It's not the goddess of poetry that declines,
But "the cry of the child" ...
The sun shines on the earth again,
Children whose moon rises at night,
Facing the morning sun, 10,000 arms relax. ...
Tears streaming down her face like the first baby.
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Poetry is sometimes the goddess I call-golden melody.
Not "sometimes",
It has always existed in my blood, deep in my soul,
We have never been apart since childhood, and we will remember it until we die.
Even after a lifetime of "climbing the grid",
Paid a heavy price,
Don't argue with fame and fortune,
Study quietly,
Benefit mankind and China,
The long river of history is famous, and the trees are full of golden light and shining.
Gan Tang Avenue, begonia blossoms, chrysanthemum yellow in September,
Gone with the wind spread in Wan Li, together with "* * * ChanJuan". ...
Poetry is sometimes the goddess I call. ...
Always happy, always fragrant,
How many times have I drunk the Chinese dream,
My love, so. ...
When to return to poetry,
She came out. ...
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Poetic Phoenix-Fire Qin
The king of Tang poetry, the phoenix of poetry.
In my eyes, you have become a buttonwood tree.
I became a bird on your buttonwood tree. ...
When I look at the tree, you are covered with phoenixes and colorful ribbons.
When you look at me, birds are full of blood and songs.
I am a nirvana phoenix in the poetic land,
Birds that can breathe fire resound through the sky with sharp and crisp calls. ...
Didn't my cry shake the earth?
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Boys and girls are all the same-Machida
I once dreamed of my unborn daughter,
In my dream, I was close,
Like my distant call, I inhale and exhale.
Are the hearts of heaven and earth.
In her little body,
I smell the fragrance of poetry,
The existence of equality among all beings,
She became a boy, a daughter,
Is this some kind of unpredictable secret?
What you need is to straighten your soul and wake yourself up again.
Men and women are the same, boys and girls are the same.
Heaven and earth are random, and a coffin says-
"Men are nobler than women, and women are slaves ..."
"Bullshit! I seem to hear that many men are willing to fall at the feet of the queen. Don't leave yesterday's day to wait for death and think of romance. As a result, many sluts have fallen ... "
"Yes, that's true ... when you don't miss the goddess, men are complacent. When I missed the goddess, the man turned back to straw dogs ... "
"Very reasonable. Sometimes, prostitutes have expensive hearts. What is dirty in the world is not the body, but the evil and depraved mind. I heard from prostitutes that if the country, society and men can be patriotic and serve the country wholeheartedly, instead of philandering, we won't have to fall into the world of mortals for a long time, knowing evil, but running for a living, and our hearts are desolate and barren, exchanging humiliating flesh and love for bread. ……"
"My secular girl, my Lord, I will hear your crying and pain. In this depressed land, your mind still longs for sunshine, sunny days and the sun. I will let the sun guard your day and the moon guard your night ... My dust people, get out of the misery and return to the pure spirit as soon as possible, get rid of poverty and get rich, not by others, but by their own hands and thinking.