-Thoughts on commemorating the 0/3rd anniversary of Lu Xun's death [1]
Some people are still alive,
He died;
Some people died,
He's alive.
Some people,
Riding on the people's heads: "Oh, how great I am!"
Some people,
Bend down and be a cow and a horse for the people.
Some people,
Carve your name on a stone to make it immortal;
Some people,
I'd rather be a weed and wait for the underground fire.
Some people,
He lives and no one else can live;
Some people,
He lives to make life better for most people.
Riding on people's heads,
People broke him down;
Those who work for the people,
People will always remember him!
Carve your name on the stone,
The name decays earlier than the corpse;
Wherever the spring breeze blows,
There are green weeds everywhere.
He's alive, and no one else can,
His fate can be seen;
He lives for the benefit of most people,
The crowd held him high and high.
-Beijing1949165438+1October 1[2]
Summer Qingdao impression
1
Summer sunshine,
Autumn wind.
Traveling around the world naked on the beach,
Open a bottle of mineral water in Laoshan Mountain.
2
The wind in Qingdao,
After filtering,
Such as glass.
People,
Swimming in the street,
Like a fish.
three
Cedar flapping green waves, swimming in the building.
There is no straight road,
The sound of the sea is everywhere.
four
A little girl in green,
Bend down and put a blue handkerchief.
As long as your eyes shine,
A painter on a rock.
five
Water drops.
Footprints.
Breast enhancement.
Parasol.
Lips are emotional.
The heart is sweet.
Stick to reality,
Lying on the beach.
Stretch out your legs,
Let the sun change color.
six
The whirlpool of lights,
Connected to the milky way.
The wind perches on the rocks,
The sea snores.
At night,
One stitch at a time.
Couples,
Love with dewdrops.
seven
Blankets.
The sound of waves on the pillow.
A trembling dream.
(From: Voice of Scenery, Chongqing Publishing House, 1984 Edition)