The message is that there are waves through the ages, and it is sad to pity the people and cherish the country.
Dragon boat patting Dongting water, a song "Li Sao" vicissitudes.
On the banks of the Miluo River, the waves are shaking, and the soul and water are integrated into loyalty.
The breeze still laughs at the humiliation of national subjugation, but vaguely feels that someone is doing it.
Don't be a sad person, look around and stumble.
I don't hate rivers, but I'm worried about God.
It has been a thousand years since the water disappeared, and it is still the first time to observe a moment of silence for the green dumplings.
Often, talents are not satisfied and they are worried about the country and the people.
Alone, just after dusk, I asked the sky.
There are tourists from time to time by the river, and the Chu land is full of pale but sparse.
Chunjiang only talks about the past, but it has the taste of dragon boat racing in midsummer.
When you are strong, there is no need to be proud of history. You will sing the song of Ni Feng Seagull all the way.
Cifu extended the sky and crowded the clouds, singing with tears, enlightening future generations.
I don't know how many robberies there are in the world, but I am broad-minded and support Gan Kun.
The gown is half a catty, not gold, but human heart.
Young teeth still know the fifth day of May, and no one can afford to pity them.
2. Ask for self-created induction poems, the general idea is as follows: the snow falls on the phoenix head, and the snow is silent.
Light snow, breeze and long memories of the past. Love is gone, love is gone, flowers fall in my dreams, and my heart breaks when I wake up. Pain, pain, pain!
Whispering, sparse stars, the sky is blue moonlight. There is nothing wrong with flowers, people are affectionate, and they are lonely and silent when it snows. Listen to it!
Precautions:
1: At night, I saw a faint snowflake floating outside the window, and occasionally a breeze blew it away.
Seeing this scene reminds me of the beautiful and incomplete past with her. The warmth of the old days has gone, and my love still has nowhere to stay. I often think of the good times with her before going to bed. In this yearning, I fell asleep unconsciously, but in my dream, everything changed. She can't and won't be with me. She has her pain. When I woke up in the morning, I was very sad. I don't want to accept the fact, but I can't change it. I can only hide all my sadness in my heart.
I remember that we used to chat in the middle of the night. She spoke to me in a beautiful voice. I listened to her whisper to me and looked at a few scattered stars in the night sky. At the same time, I saw that in this boundless night sky, a full moon was hidden behind a thin cloud with a faint silver light, which suddenly made me feel lonely. I said to a blooming flower. However, this flower is indifferent, I am very sad. I know that even if the flower likes me, it can't tell me what it thinks. It's not the fault of the flowers, but I'm too affectionate! After bidding farewell to these memories, my thoughts returned to reality and this moment. I am a lonely person, and I will not let go. On such a snowy night, I am recalling the past events related to her, listening to the voice that may not exist when the snow falls! Snowflakes fall gently, and I listen quietly ~ ~ ~
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The place where the legendary fairy lived.
Pan xingming in hakodate
3. Seeking 1400 words The original ancient prose "Travel Notes of Dongsheng Shenzhou" has four continents in ancient times: Dongsheng Shenzhou, Xiniuhe, Wuzhou in the south and Luzhou in the north.
I taste and yearn for it. One night, I fell asleep and saw a strange stone with an inscription on it, which said "Dongsheng wins the fairyland in China" and so on.
There is a secluded path in front of the stone, which is very far away, and I don't know its length. I am very different, and I want to explore in a poor way.
When I first entered the path, the fragrance was diffuse, the trees were fresh and strange, and the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant. Is this an outdoor wonderland? After more than a hundred steps, I was suddenly enlightened. The scale of the city is declining, and buildings are connected.
During this period, men and women came and went, all of whom were outsiders. There are more than 100 kinds of trees with different crowns; There are more than a thousand kinds of birds and animals with different songs; Surrounded by springs and streams, flowing water gurgles.
I met a passerby and asked where this is. Yue: It is also true that Dongsheng wins China. His clothes are not Chinese, Tang and Qing, so I can't know.
Again: This is a secret, so what are you doing here? It's too fake for me to say that people who have lost their way. Later, he was invited to his home and provided fresh fruit and tea.
Its room is transparent from top to bottom, fresh as a forest, and it is really a pleasant place. When I stopped counting, I said I had been to many places. what do you think? The master said yes.
After going out, I walked alone in the forest. But you can see cigarettes curling up, waterfalls gurgling, wild paths leading to secluded places, pavilions and pavilions.
Sometimes there will be the feeling of picking chrysanthemums under the east fence and seeing Nanshan leisurely. I can't help but admire the ancient people's way of keeping in good health.
The farther you go to the city, the greater the fog and the more auspicious clouds. At that time, I suddenly felt that time stopped and I didn't want to come back! Suddenly, the clear sky thundered, and I ran away.
Wake up one night, but it is Conan's dream! Is the dream vivid and strange? .
4. Childhood poems and songs created a beautiful and indescribable word.
What is this,
No one can tell.
Maybe,
It's a seed buried deep underground,
Waiting for the sun,
Waiting for irrigation.
Maybe,
This is a blank sheet of paper,
Waiting for graffiti,
Waiting to write it down.
Maybe,
It's a bunch of lilies in a bottle,
Waiting for flowers to bloom,
Waiting for incense.
Maybe ... maybe. ...
Childhood is so diverse,
Childhood is so beautiful.
Childhood is waiting for us,
Waiting for more careful irrigation,
Waiting for more beautiful colors,
Waiting for a more fragrant fragrance.
Childhood is waiting,
Waiting for us,
Our childhood suddenly became better. ...