Modern Poetry of Xiaogan

It seems to be God’s will in the dark

Hundreds of centuries of circulation

Reincarnation, the long word on the back of the paper - filial piety

Among the countless branches of Zunlao

Only your light is the most dazzling

Since the beginning of Pangu

You were born

Human beings Eternal virtue

The backbone of China, the backbone of the world

The soul of China, the soul of the world

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Human beings cannot draw it

It is the condensation of the world’s highest thoughts

Time cannot carve it out. It is eternity in eternal time

History It’s even more indescribable

The five thousand years of Chinese history

Only a half-finished product

The supreme you

Regardless of high or low , no matter how big or small

Maybe it’s a concerned greeting

A cup of warm tea

You love it most

I still From the two bamboo hats that Shun

held when he jumped from the sea of ??fire

I saw your smile again

I also saw it, I saw it

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You were in front of Emperor Xiaowen’s bed where he had been sleeping for three years without blinking an eye or taking off his clothes

Use your pitying eyes to gently

stroke his thin face

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Of course, of course

Next to the bed with the warm quilt and summer mat in Huangxiang

You stretch yourself comfortably and comfortably

Why can't I miss you?

No matter you are as big as moving the world

or as small as moistening things silently

Filial piety comes first among all virtues, the sage said

Lao Wu Old age and human oldness

The long river of history is so long

It is longer than light years

And shorter than nanometers

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The ancient bells are still lingering in my ears

Never dissipated in the sky

How dare I

How dare I forget the teachings of the ancients!

You, the descendant of Pangu

The ancestor of all virtues

You have gone through such a long time

Can you remember

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Has anyone ever known your greatness?

Filial piety, filial piety

King of virtue

Please allow me to fall at your feet

With the purest heart

The oldest ritual

Worship!

The past is like smoke, and the sea has changed forever

But you always stood there quietly

With gentle eyes and a compassionate gesture

Wishing all the evil in the world

Then use all your strength

To influence the lost lamb

Just stand there

May You become

an eternal monument to human affairs