Praise the party's history and heroic poems.

One piece, two pieces, three or four pieces, four pieces, five pieces, six or seven pieces, seven pieces, eight pieces, ninety pieces, Xiangshan is full of red leaves.

Topic Xishan hongye

On 1966

The red leaves in the western hills are good, and the frost is heavier.

The same is true of the revolution, and the struggle sees the hero.

give rise to

Red leaves

The moment of floating red

Drunk into the heart

Like a sunset

Clouds reflecting the red sky

Breeze blowing

Rustling ripples

It's the smell of your girl.

When the light disappears.

The traces of years climb up your charming body.

You came to an abrupt end

Turn into spring mud to protect flowers

Quietly calm in the waiting.

Forget the red eye.

Let the world mourn.

Wake up in a snowy winter

People will suddenly think of you.

at that time

Your name is Hongye.

Red leaves are everywhere, redder than February flowers.

Surrounded by turquoise, anti-violence family.

Red leaves are all over the corner of the mountain, and the middle and right colors are hazy.

The west wind is on the left bank, cheering all red.

Reach for the red leaves, and I'll take the red leaves.

Light red and grayish red, don't abandon it.

There are red leaves in the book, and the color of red leaves is very good.

Please see it every other year. Zhen Hong has not withered.

Red leaves fall in the dust, so they are not red at all.

Ming Chunhua reappears, full of red and purple eyes.

The poem on the red leaves is the red color that praises the revolution.

Revolutionary red was everywhere, which scared the poor man to death.

[Notes]

Xishan: the general name of the mountains in the western suburbs of Beijing. Maple trees on the western hills turn red in autumn due to frost, which is particularly magnificent.

Red flowers in February: This poem is taken from Du Mu's poem "Mountain Walking" in Tang Dynasty. It stops to sit and love the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February flowers.

Shanjiao: Shanjiao.

Poor man: a person who is in trouble and helpless. Song of metaphor in Liang Dynasty: Men are poor, and when they go out, they worry about dying.

[history]

1in the autumn of 966, Chen Yi visited the western hills of Beijing and saw red leaves all over the mountains. He expressed his feelings at the scene and wrote "On the Red Leaves of Xishan". 1966 Cultural Revolution has just begun. In the face of the unprecedented impact of the Cultural Revolution, Chen Yi expressed a clear attitude: he resolutely supported the Cultural Revolution against revisionism and prevented revisionism, but expressed different opinions on resolutely resisting all kinds of abnormal signs. Chen Yi felt bitterly from all kinds of signs that the revolution was in danger of deviating from the channel due to the manipulation and arbitrary leadership of careerists, but he deeply felt that he was unable to correct this course, so he had to stick to his post and stubbornly express himself within his sphere of influence, so that the cause of the party and the people suffered less losses. Therefore, from the very beginning, Chen Yi was regarded by some people as a huge obstacle to the Cultural Revolution and was viciously attacked. However, Chen Yi, with his upright attitude, unyielding personality and infinite loyalty to the Party and the people, has always maintained a firm belief: Please visit Zhen Hong every other year. Both Zhen Hong and Fake Red have their own historical evaluation. It is in this case that Chen Yi wrote the famous article "Red Leaves in Western Hills".

Rola Chen has always been open-minded and firm, and has shown the firm belief and integrity of a producer in any difficult time. No matter during the revolutionary war or the socialist construction period, whether it is "Miscellaneous Odes on a Winter Night" to resist misfortune and rebellion, or "Red Leaves in the West Hills when the West Wind is Spreading to the East", it shows the author's absolute loyalty. History has long proved that Chen Yi is a loyal fighter of productism. He is like a red leaf that never fades, shining in the history of the party with his brilliant achievements and being remembered in people's hearts.

[Appreciation]

This poem, named "Red Leaves in the Western Hills", is lyrical, symbolic and flexible in brushwork, and makes the revolutionary philosophy and fighting pride clear and smooth, which makes people feel empathy and moving.

This * * * poem is divided into seven sections, with five words and four sentences in each section, which is cyclical, sprouting layer by layer, expressing objects, expressing aspirations and chanting emotions, and advancing to a climax in the ups and downs. The first section begins with a topic and expresses the truth of blood and fire in the form of aphorisms. The red leaves in the western hills are good, and the frost is heavier. The same is true of the revolution, and the struggle sees the hero. Here, the author is both excited and excited, rising with the red leaves, comparable to the phenomenon that maple leaves turn red after being beaten by frost, symbolizing the revolutionary truth of fighting to see heroes. Just as his heavy snow crushed the pine tree, it stood upright. Hongmei didn't see her heroic posture in Ao Shuang until the arrival of the dead of winter, and Kunpeng's wings were still in full swing. The thicker the frost here, the stronger the struggle. We can see that the protagonist is still expressing the author's firm belief, still persistently repeating an unchanging theme in the dynamic tension, and pouring out an indelible fighting pride.

In the second section, the author quoted a poem by Du Mu, saying, "Stop and love the maple forest late, and the frost leaves are red in February.". However, the author here is not only obsessed with colorful red leaves, but a symbol from the appreciation of natural scenery to philosophy. The author looks at things with emotion and thinks that the beauty of red leaves has been attacked by severe frost. Its anti-violence characteristics and fiery red hearts touched the author. Therefore, the author did not forget the turquoise around him, because it also fought against Ao Shuang and Hongye's family. It is also sincere, showing its green nature. The author writes red leaves and turquoise here, not only to increase color contrast, but also to have a deeper metaphor. If turquoise reveals the true face of the revolution in another sincere way, it is a kind of fake red with clever makeup and a red coat, which is confusing. Those defectors who are hidden in the revolutionary ranks, those who are not firm in their positions, those middle elements who are vacillating from side to side, and those treacherous two-faced people are just pale red and gray red in the middle and right. But they often confuse the true with the false. The west wind is on the left bank, cheering all red. In other words, only when the west wind blows, those who are not afraid of violence and cheer thoroughly are the real revolutionary leftists. They maintain a firm revolutionary stand and a thorough revolutionary spirit, instead of being vague like some people. If the above author still stays in a calm analysis and warm call, then the following directly shows his position with actions: reach out and pick the red leaves, and I will take the red ones. Light red and grayish red, don't abandon it. The author's absolute loyalty and vivid love, hate and hatred are fully revealed. In his poem "Dead Sheep", the author has expressed the idea that I also hate pale red and its messy purple. He shows great contempt for apostates who have lost their principles and have no firm stand, and he is even more disgusted with those false reds who confuse people. This idea has been further developed in Red Leaves in Xishan, and it has been vividly displayed in two reciprocating movements.

The author put the picked red leaves in the book, which is a treasure of red leaves and a dignified self-confidence: Please look again next year, Zhen Hong is not withered. It's like noble noble until the snow melts. Similarly, the author still shows a revolutionary optimism and firm belief here. The author firmly believes that the real red leaves have the eternal truth and never fade, and the real red hearts can definitely stand the test of time. The erosion of dust is not enough to damage its texture, and historical investigation is enough to show its loyalty. Please see it every other year. Zhen Hong has not withered. There is a sense of dignity and pride here. It may be a painful confession, or it may be a warm expectation and firm belief. Even if the red leaves turn into dust, they also turn into spring mud to protect flowers. In exchange for the arrival of colorful spring, they continue to carry forward their brilliance, the red color is still there, and the hearts are still there. What a broad mind this is! What an optimistic attitude and touching loyalty!

The last section further clarifies the theme, pushing the heroic and fearless revolutionary heroism to the peak. The poem on the red leaves is the red color that praises the revolution. Revolutionary red was everywhere, which scared the poor man to death. The author used three red words in a row, which made a red storm seem overwhelming. With the development of red emotion, the red leaves, hearts and red worlds spread and interweave with each other, thus bringing the author's absolute loyalty and revolutionary pride to the extreme. At the same time, the author also predicted the fate of those traitors, careerists and conspirators, who will expose the truth in front of the real red and accept the trial of history.

This poem mainly grasps the characteristics of the red leaves, cherishes the memory with things, and rises together with the red leaves. Compared with the red leaves, it melts the sincerity, courage, fighting pride and inspiring revolutionary philosophy of a proletarian warrior into a red leaf that never fades. It's like writing about scenery, expressing feelings, reciting things, cherishing the soul and having profound implications.

Poetry is in the form of folk songs mixed with ancient customs, and its structural order is orderly from different angles. The author uses fluent language, let the pure heart infiltrate its color, let the high-spirited personality and the reason of crashing into the building dominate its body and bones, and deeply infect people when reading. The author's pure heart, lofty sentiments and beliefs, as well as his immortal feats and poems, will surely inspire generations!

Red leaves that will not fall

Gently open an ancient poem.

There are some thin and dry red leaves in it.

Carelessness/carelessness/carelessness

Arouse people's ideas again ...

I forgot it was in Jiangnan and Jiangbei.

In which city and which forest?

Just remember when-

Wind, red leaves

Throw it in front of your feet.

I can't help bending my knees.

Put your hands together.

Yezishang

And dew.

Like a billion pairs of tearful eyes

Say goodbye to nature

oh

autumn

Green life also has blood.

I didn't find out until after frost.

Stupid leaves take root.

But he was forbidden to sing hymns at will.

Forgive me.

Red leaves

Gently close an ancient poem.

There are some thin and dry red leaves in it.

careless

Tears drop again. ...

Xia Hong was addicted to maple trees,

The leaf falls into the mud, love it.

Beautiful women write poems to send lovesickness,

In the dream, butterflies are flying.

Give money to supervise a purple bamboo,

Poetry is red leaves and golden water floating.

The garden is deep and bitter,

Worried about the leaves and the wind

Autumn red leaves, like clouds and fire, are the most beautiful scenery in autumn. Colorful red leaves make autumn look particularly brilliant. Since ancient times, people have loved, watched and praised red leaves. Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem "Stop and sit and love the late maple forest, and the frost leaves are red in February", which has been circulated for thousands of years. Red leaves also bring people many beautiful reverie. In ancient times, maids who longed for love wrote poems on red leaves and spread them outside the palace through running water, thus obtaining love. The legend of "Red Leaves Passing Books" has also become an eternal story.

With this in mind, I wrote a poem entitled "Red Leaves":

The breeze dances lightly,

The branches are beautiful and muddy.

Autumn waters take away a lot of attentions,

Then wait for the next year.