Song Ligang
Niu Geng's 1,000-acre disease has brought the fruits of labor to thousands of granaries, but its own spirit is very tired and exhausted, but who will pity its hard work?
But in order to satisfy all sentient beings, even if they are sick in the sun, they will not hesitate.
Ode to coal
-Yu Ming Qian
Dig into chaos to get black gold, which stores the deepest meaning of Yang and He.
The fire rekindled into spring, and the furnace shone all night.
Ding yiyuan relies on power and pays attention to the stone after death.
I hope that all people will warm their hearts and go out of the mountains tirelessly.
Ji hai's miscellaneous poems
-Qing Gong Zizhen
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth.
I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Wine
-Qing Qiu Jin
It's worth spending a lot of money to buy a treasure knife and change mink fur.
A cavity of blood is diligent and precious, even if spilled, it can become Bi Tao.
laugh at oneself
-Lu Xun
What do you want to send, canopy? Dare not turn over, met.
A broken hat covers the downtown, and a leaky boat carries wine.
Fierce-browed, I coolly defy a thousand pointing fingers, Head-bowed, like a willing ox I serve the children.
Hiding in the small building into a unified, regardless of winter Xia Chunqiu.
Some People —— Thoughts on Commemorating Lu Xun
Cang Kejia
Some people are still alive,
He died;
Some people died,
He's alive.
someone
Riding on the people's heads: "Oh, how great I am!"
someone
Bend down and be a cow and a horse for the people.
someone
Carve your name on a stone to make it immortal;
someone
Willing to be a weed,
Waiting for the underground fire to burn.
someone
He lives and no one else can live;
someone
He lives to make life better for most people.
Ride on the people's heads
People threw him down;
Work for the people.
People will always remember him!
Carve his name on the stone.
The name decays earlier than the corpse;
As long as the spring breeze explodes
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.