-Because it's called greed and rape.
You can't hide it forever!
Both ends of the black-and-white cycle
Gray pounded the scales.
It is said that it is a hotbed of rest.
All the sisters are dead.
The tune stopped because of the robe sleeve.
The boy in robe sleeve calls his father every day.
More people stand up fundamentally.
Collect a leaf
Farewell to mother
The stone horse fell on the grass,
The memory of a cripple stepping on the battlefield,
Many crickets are singing.
Nest in its sideburns every night.
Rusty sword
Hanging in the glass cabinet of the museum,
It is said that it is for people to see.
This is priceless.
The boy is writing on the old glass.
Saw his old friend swallows fly by.
"Swallow swallow, you tell me.
Paper window grilles in the former residence
Why are you wearing a new yarn? "
Respondent: Taro-manager level 5 3- 10 12: 12.
Chairman Mao's war poems are the best.
Just a few examples.
Jinggangshan in Xijiangyue
1autumn of 928
The flag is visible at the foot of the mountain.
Drums and trumpets can be heard on the mountain.
The enemy besieged thousands of people,
I stood still.
Has been strictly protected,
More United.
There are more and more guns in Huang Yangjie.
Report the enemy's escape at night.
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Qingping Music "The Battle of Gui Jiang"
1autumn of 929
A sudden change,
The warlords continued their war.
Spitting at the world is resentment,
The pillow with the yellow beam appeared again.
The red flag jumps over the Tingjiang River,
Go straight along Longyan to Shanghang.
Jin Zhen put away her things,
Fendi is really busy.
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Picking Mulberry Seed "Chongyang"
1929 10 month
Life is easy to get old,
Double ninth festival
It's Chongyang again today,
Battlefield yellow flowers are particularly fragrant.
The annual autumn wind is very strong,
Unlike spring,
Better than spring,
Wan Li frost in the vast river.
If you want modern new poetry
Push a song
[Modern Poetry] Dedicated to the Warriors
You should be satisfied.
When thousands of prosperity becomes barren
When the progress of civilization stops from now on
You make the air no longer calm.
You made peace disappear forever.
But why can't you hear the child crying?
That iron face
Or your boundless indifference
You should be satisfied.
When you realize the expected desolation
When you finally take away yesterday's sunshine
You made the fairy tale world disappear forever.
You let despair forge your blood sword.
But why can't you see the eyes of the mother who lost her child?
Why did you put that cold bullet?
Mechanical feed into gun bore
You should be satisfied.
That blue sky
The blood red you have dyed.
And you finally become more and more numb.
Died in the killing.
Your steps are still calm.
Put away your sinful hands.
My poor children.
Do you know
This ridiculous game
Has lost the ending.
No matter how dissatisfied you are.
Even turned around and stubbornly shot me.
I want to tell you everything.
Life is given by God.
You have no right to take it away.
Son's war game
His soldiers kept changing tanks and cannons.
Soldiers and weapons named after him.
His mouth grunted at one moment and startled at another.
A little, a little, a little.
From the living room to the bedroom, he painted traces of war everywhere.
All morning, the nine-year-old boy
Controlled by the desire for war. He kept fiddling with assembling toys.
Putting cruelty into the game, releasing endless happiness, shocked my father:
If it is really live ammunition, where will he push the war?