1. The big river
There is no natural danger in the world, and the big river will never come back when it goes east. Poetry gallops across Hebei, and painting spans across Henan.
He is generous, generous, benevolent and righteous. They often see each other in dreams, but when they wake up, they are only thousands of years apart.
33 Turgut
Ask the sky: Where is the country gate? The black wind stirred up thousands of waves, and white clouds covered thousands of miles of mountains. Independent world.
When the strong men leave, their souls turn into beacon smoke. The mighty act of loyalty and righteousness for eternity, the coldness of the clouds for eternity. Write poetry with passion.
31 Huanghuagang
A man who is indomitable and indomitable, why is he happy in life? Why fear death? Wealth to me is like floating clouds, coming and going with the wind.
Looking back at the bumpy road of half my life, the sad past events are still vivid in my mind. There is only one letter to my wife, every word of which is filled with tears, like weeping and complaining.
39 West Flower Hall
I sigh that the cold wind in February bites my bones, why is it so cold in early spring? At the end of the song, people have not left, and tears have been shed all over the pavilion for ten miles. I miss you so much every day, and I suddenly wake up from my dream tonight. The dream told me not to wait any longer.
Looking to the end of the world, who is there to accompany you now, to the top of Mount Tai? The red sun shines for thousands of years, and the blue waves sway across the vast expanse. Where is the hero who crossed the sea now? They have already spilled their blood on the Qinling Mountains. Only his smile and his voice are left.
41 Sun Wen
Waiting for the future, sleepwalking on the golden beach. Thousands of miles of mountains and rivers, thousands of miles of smoke, I can’t help but look forward to it.
A song of three plum blossoms, singing with deep feelings and deep meaning. When will you put away your long tassel and play the crown to celebrate for me?
59 Chinese Dream
The Yangtze and Yellow Rivers are rushing. Yes, Chinese blood. Five thousand years later, the sound of the waves is still there, and the majestic wind is still there. Sweeping blood and fire across China, pouring out human affection and love. Collected into three hundred cutting-edge poems, full of emotion.
Discuss right and wrong, talk about success or failure, understand ancient and modern times, and understand China and foreign countries. How helpless is the hero who has been forgotten? Born to be brave and brave, he is the leader of the three armies, and his cosmic majesty spans nine factions. Living in the East, leading the world and marking an epoch.
(Exactly what you need, Bai Yu's "Three Hundred New Poems")