Heroes face the sky, cross Sanchuan, cross Jiuguan, shake the earth, and levy a blood river. Qian Shan, where thousands of waters turn into smoke, is struggling. The more you cross the abyss, the more you break through the eight famine. In the year of Wen Zheng, after crossing Jiuquan, it is difficult to stay in the world if you don't change your mind. The eventful years are a long memory, and I want to return it to the world.
The sons and daughters of China people became angry when they broke the queue and danced around. If you step into a barren land, how can you be afraid? Punish the northern Xiongnu, play ghosts and gods to drive away Tatars. Iron fighters leap over Yinshan Mountain, and the Great Wall of Wan Li cries. There are countless brave people.
To soldier Evtushenko, "Do Russians want war?" Do Russians want war/then ask/Peaceful and vast arable land and Yuan Ye/There are birch forests and Yang Shulin/Please ask again/Soldiers buried under birch trees/their children will answer you/Russians whether they want war/not only for their own country/soldiers who died in that war-but also for people all over the world to sleep peacefully/Russians want it. The torn veil (anti-war poem)-Since it is named Greedy * * *, it cannot be veiled forever! The gray at both ends of the black-and-white cycle tames the balance and is said to be a hotbed of rest. All the sisters are dead. A song is played by its robe sleeve. In the robe sleeve, the boy calls his father every day, and more people climb up from the roots to collect a leaf and bid farewell to their mother. A stone horse lying in the grass and a lame one stepping on the battlefield have many memories of crickets chirping and nesting in its temples every night. There is a rusty sword hanging in the glass cabinet of the museum, which is said to be of great ornamental value. The boy wrote on the old glass and saw his old friend swallow fly by. "Swallow Swallow, why did you tell me that the paper window grilles in my former residence were replaced with new gauze?" Responder: Taro-Manager Level 5 3- 10 12: 12 Chairman Mao's war poems, and it's best to quote a few poems of Xijiangyue1Jinggangshan in the autumn of 928. The enemy besieged thousands of people and I stopped. Already very strict barriers, more United. There was a lot of gunfire in Huang Yangjie, and it was reported that the enemy had escaped at night. /kloc-in the autumn of 0/929, the "Jiang Gui Battle" in Qingpingle suddenly changed, and the warlords fought again. Spilled to the world is resentment, and a pillow reappears. The red flag jumps over Tingjiang River and goes straight down Longyan to Shanghang. It's really busy to pack up Jin Zhen and divide the fields. Picking mulberry seeds "Chongyang" 1929 10 month, life is easy to get old, and the year is over. Today is Chongyang, and the yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant. The annual autumn wind blows hard, not like spring, but better than spring, just like the Wan Li frost on the vast river. His son's war game, his men constantly transform tanks, artillery soldiers, and weapons named after himself. One moment my mouth is purring, and the other moment I'm afraid of it. From the living room to the bedroom, there are traces of war everywhere. All morning, the nine-year-old boy was occupied by the desire for war. He kept playing with assembled toys, integrating cruelty into the game and releasing endless happiness, which made his father dumbfounded: if it was really live ammunition, where would he push the war? If you don't go to war: if you don't go to war, the enemy kills you with a bayonet and says, look, this is a slave! That's the soldier in the soldier assault. That's the soul of a soldier in China. That's just an exception. An ordinary name, Xu Sanduo, was moved by you, which made me unable to express my admiration for you. It seems that all the words in this world can't be expressed, and my thoughts have fluctuated with the barracks n times. I really hope that I am a soldier of the Seventh Company, and I can have a monitor like Shi Jin, which gives me a heartfelt comfort. Generosity, tolerance and constant encouragement make my throat choked and my nose sour. What a precious friendship! How I wish I had a teaching assistant like Wu Liuyi to do anything for my comrades. I always think of you in the most difficult time. Not everyone can be selfless. In July, you said, "Don't say that what you haven't done is meaningless." Gao Lianchang said, "Time is just an overlapping problem. July said: we should always be together in the future. Whenever and wherever, this is a test for the rest of our lives. I always thought he was just grabbing a handful of grass. Oh, I looked up and he caught a towering tree that I could look up at. " Don't abandon, don't abandon ... this is the most indispensable spirit of life. Adhering to this indomitable spirit, what else can we not achieve? What else can't be done? The rain lane is holding an oil-paper umbrella and wandering alone in a long, long and lonely rain lane. I hope to meet a girl as sad as lilac. She is lilac-like color, lilac-like fragrance, lilac-like sadness, sadness in the rain, sadness and hesitation; She wanders in this lonely rain lane, holding an oil-paper umbrella, and like me, she is silently sad, cold, sad and disappointed. She approached silently and breathed a sigh of relief. She floated like a dream, dreamlike, sad and confused. Like lilacs floating in a dream, this girl drifted by me; She walked away silently, walked away, walked towards the crumbling fence and walked through the rainy path. In the elegy of the rain, her color faded, her fragrance dispersed, even her sighing eyes and the melancholy of lilacs. Holding an oil-paper umbrella, a person lingers in a long, long, long, long rain lane, hoping to float past a girl with a clove knot.