Sabin's left hand in the inspirational long poem recitation of March
Between the two solar terms
Separated by a winding maze
When the caution light is on.
Pigeons disappeared from the moon.
I stroked the fine horse under me.
Tomorrow's road
It is still a trick.
Bronze wine bottle
Sitting quietly in the noisy king's pavilion
Mourning
Please light a wick to give the tired bird a rest.
Asking all the way on the way to get lost
On a strange track
Full of unexpected smiles.
The east wind has been howling.
Dew never stops condensing.
When the spring grass grows wildly into a cry
My tears will burst.
When you leave a city,
I didn't hesitate
Pulse or give up.
Fresh soil ages with time.
Therefore, I miss the initial strangeness.
Maybe after re-selection.
You will go far away.
Leave me
Clothes are getting wider and wider.
If the ocean finally freezes,
Please forgive me.
Will nest in the snowfield.
Stop thinking about it.
I want to believe in every miracle.
Now is the time.
There are twelve days and nights before the holy city.
My fast horse turned into a beauty.
Who fixed the tree rings firmly?
As fast as pulling an arrow.
Who is on the road ahead?
Blow the never-ending horn
Just like my childhood song.
Inspirational poems recite "For Struggle" every waking morning.
Dawn lights up the world,
We opened it,
The journey of dreams,
Go to that challenging distance.
Despite the storm and lightning,
What is unshakable is our eyes,
Even if the waves are rough,
Never give up is our common belief.
In this battle to defend dreams,
We only have one oath,
Be fearless and make a difference.
The gentleness and strength of all storms.
All the troubles and growth of youth without regrets
All the ideals and propaganda that shout to the future
All love and madness have rushed out of the bondage.
At that moment, generate
Announce to the world
We are proud and confident!
On the young battlefield,
We fight with swords.
We cried and laughed,
Tired, injured,
The person who wins in the end will grow and gain.
What can't stop is the pace of struggle.
The endless songs are the chapters of youth.
Young people always believe that,
The world will stir for us!
Inspirational Long Poem Reciting "Song of Seagull"
Ah! Seagull Ah! Heroic traitor,
He will be respected among the dead,
His soul has become free?
Wan Li is full of hometown under the clear sky!
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Hey! I said, brave soldiers,
White armor
The hot sun made him clench his fist,
Red poppies are full of evil souls.
What makes you stay here alone,
riding the winds and breaking the waves
What is this,
And let you swim thousands of miles of rapids in the Long song.
Negative heaven and small world,
Little torch, little sadness.
I said, lovely soldiers,
Soldiers enjoy freedom in the blue sea of misery.
Why bother when the wind blows?
Run for survival.
Being a member of WTO is not good,
Eating bamboo shows nature.
Being a missionary is not good,
You can have three thousand disciples by yourself.
He is as respected as Confucius.
No, instead of sacrificing life and famine in a cage. College teachers
It is better to die at sea and have a good fight.
This is the happiness of Christians in the eyes of God.
Prophets in prisons are often half-flesh.
Maybe there are some stories in mythology that make us generous.
Sharpening a knife doesn't mistake the woodcutter, but it should also bring some dust.
Now you see, my hero, the poppy is in full bloom.
Spring in the north sings out the flames.
For 3,000 years, rotting bones are rusty, and war horses are deserted.
Why are you still angry and singing?
I said that the world is clear, and you live in the Tang Dynasty.
You spent your days in the Tang Dynasty and gave your youth to the blood of the sunset.
Can you see that red flower on the horizon?
Under the pain of machete shining.
The monarch of the west is dead.
The only thing I have is sound,
The only thing I have is iron wings
The only thing I have is this pale paw that will be polished.
The only thing I have is this, looking forward to the sunset at dusk
If one day I die and my feathers rot.
Brother, my dear confidante
If one day I die, my body will rot.
If one day I die, my arm will rot.
But my song, my song,
Already printed in the waves
Years after my soul, I was down and out.
Will be reborn in the eyes of Christians, because God
Because the gospel in the gospels
Ha, I said strong man,
Only bury the reputation of the strong.
When mountains and water meet, we can be friends.
I can understand the burning hearts of people who sing with their souls.
If you don't abandon my body,
Please take me to fight against the rough waves and the sunset.
Against this muddy dawn,
The sun is heading for Paris.
I said soldier,
Back in the game was my dream in the rainbow.
I also tried to destroy/kloc-0,000,000 books.
And make a limited cup before you die.
Then you can sing another song,
Sing about how your ancestors broke the shackles of the sea.
How to break the cage,
How to dye dusk red and change the color of clouds?
Sing, sing about your romantic body,
Sing your Long song.
Sing about your uninfected red maple in the world.
Because I will wait for you in the birch forest.
Because I'll wait for you in the birch forest-