A low-key kite,
But someone told you.
You have wings, you can fly,
You can accept the baptism of the sky.
You have courage, you have courage,
You can see the wonders of the world.
I want you to lend me a pair of wings,
Take me through the fetters and fetters of this world.
I circled over Xianyang,
The majestic Qin Dou.
There seems to be an emperor who unified the six countries.
I touched the bamboo slips with wings,
Dry ink is his plan to rule the country and level the world.
The Great Wall is still there, and its history is immortal.
I wish this person who lives alone in a tall building.
You can always rest in the ground.
I wandered by the Wujiang River,
There are more rivers flowing eastward.
Vaguely, whose girl is still crying.
I use my wings to fight against the headwind,
Like a swallow of water, it is a sigh of his attempt to restore the country.
When the halberd is broken, the song of Chu stops.
I wish this firm and strong soldier.
You can let go in silence.
I went back to orange island,
The dyed layer is red and transparent.
Vaguely, it is the high-spirited spirit of a generation of tianjiao.
I use my wings to fight the cold,
It is his ambition to rejuvenate the country and settle down.
Xiangjiang river goes north and floods the past.
I wish this absolute beauty scholar
Whether the afterlife can be in harmony with heaven.
I'm by an unknown stream,
Take a picture of Linxi.
I don't know where the forest air suddenly appeared,
Stripped my uneven wings furiously.
I resisted, I struggled, I roared,
Just because I also feel the sky,
I also want to travel in the boundless sky.
But this gale
Where did you know my sadness and begging?
The hovering goshawk,
A low-key kite,
But someone told you.
I looked up at the sky, at the dome,
Fantasize that one day
I can do whatever I want in the cloud.
Label: wings of poetry