life
Between heaven and earth
if
A gap in a white pony
Suddenly.
The value of life
And what people do to the present age.
Work is the measure.
Life is better when times are good.
avoid danger
Sadness in adversity
But stable
Life is limited.
And knowledge is endless.
already
There are limits, but there are no limits.
Almost already
Put out the flame of hope in my heart.
Only a brown loneliness can be left.
When a person uses work to meet the light.
The light will come soon.
Inherent in a dead man
or
Heavier than Mount Tai-very important/significant.
or
Heavier than feathers
Falling petals are not heartless changes.
On the contrary, they provide nutrition for spring to protect flowers.
Border songs
Lipper
The mountains in May are still full of snow, only cold, and the grass can't see the grass. I smell the willows in the flute, but I have never seen the spring scenery. The soldiers fought the enemy in the golden drum during the day and slept in the saddle at night. I hope that the sword hanging around my waist can quickly pacify the border and serve my country.
Nanyuan
Li he
Why didn't the great man take weapons to collect the fifty States of the mountain? Please go to see the paintings of the founder heroes with pictures. Another scholar was once called the aristocrat of a million families?
Note: Wu Gou, a machete shaped like a sword. In the Spring and Autumn Period, Wu people were good at casting hooks, so they were called. Here refers to weapons in general. Lingyan Pavilion, a high pavilion with portraits of heroes, was built by the ancient imperial court to commend heroes.
Modern patriotic poetry
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;
You have a scarred nursing room.
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!