You can't see it here. Nanling is a continuous tour.
In the past, the decline of the country was a shame, and several acres were abandoned.
Guanlun port is trapped outside and forced inside, which is extremely corrosive.
In order to save people's livelihood and get rid of the monarchy, we should be rich and strong and take a new road.
Thousands of miles of smoke and sand Li Qian Road, a hundred years of wind and rain, a hundred years of servants.
A century-old servant, forbearance, heroic spirit, where is it now.
The beauty of the mountains and rivers remains the same, and the bones of the martyrs are dead and buried.
Three Poems in Commemoration of the Revolution of 1911100th Anniversary
(a) Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum mourn
Seven-syllable/seven-syllable metrical poem
Zhongshan is majestic and locked in clouds, and Mr. Chang sleeps.
The monument in Bai Yong is the soul of this country. People climb the stone to think of you alone.
Wuchang leaps against the Qing Dynasty, and Nanyue reforms the army in the old days.
The revolution didn't go by crane. Fortunately, the dream came true.
(2) About Sun Yat-sen Memorial Hall.
Seven-syllable/seven-syllable metrical poem
It is a memorial hall for the sun, and Hongji looks like a mountain forever.
Vaguely contribute the left and right beams to history.
Guangzhou was bloodied, and Wuhan was shelled, killing people.
Expedition to the East and Northern Valves to Win the Song Dynasty has a great reputation.
Overthrowing the imperial system is a great achievement, and the world works for the common good.
Guns rang in the holy land of Wuchang, and the people rejoiced in the sunshine of 1911.
Jin Ou is fortunate to be revived, but Li Shu is unbearable.
I don't know how to open the magic box to fight Yuan Hongxian's drug addiction.
The chaos in Beiyang caused disaster, and the Huangpu army started a fire bear.
The bodies of the Japanese invaders were everywhere, and their brothers killed and bled profusely.
Although the two sides have lost their enmity, the resumption of the three links is moral.
Painful meditation is still biting, and revival must be remembered.
A burnt dragon flag
Tremble at foreign gunpoint
Big braid is messy in the wind.
Put a black and thin picture.
Squeeze into ant-like rickets
New fetters made in the factory
Too heavy, too heavy.
A country with thousands of years of civilization.
Be crushed to death and be eclipsed.
The goshawk screamed and starved everywhere.
Mianmian Wan Li rivers and mountains
Could it be a dangerous egg under the nest?
The river roared and the lotus burned.
Dark clouds and flashing red electricity
Shouyimen was shocked to hear China's first shot.
Eighteen Star Banner Zhao Riyue
In the boiling blood of China people.
A epee chopped into the dark sky.
The flame of revolution burned down the palace.
On the scarlet blood road
Iron-blooded men are getting higher and higher.
Wipe away mom's tears.
Vowed to cut off Sanshan's arterial pipe.
Destroy the barbarians.
The lion of the East holds his head high.
The roar resounded all over the world
He licked the blood from the wound.
In the quenching of blood and fire
The ideal star is covered with flags.
Light up the long night.
Axe and sickle
On the golden wheat wave
Pangu opened heaven and earth and cast China; Xuanyuanfen died and became China. The country of sages and gentlemen, the country of cultural relics and etiquette. In the red world, barbarism devours civilization; In prehistoric times, power prevailed over justice. For me, the open China has become a world of autocratic husbands, and there has been no peace for three thousand years, especially in the Ming Dynasty; The great China, who was repeatedly defiled by dogs and sheep, offered 40 million elegies to the Qing Dynasty. The head of the pheasant is the tail of a dolphin, which is full of servility. It has been ashamed and dirty for 300 years and still lingers at the end of the century. When is the night long and the dream heavy? Mental exhaustion, near the end of the year; The great powers swallow whales, and the national pulse is endless. At that time, everything was silent; Divination is extreme, and heaven and earth are hidden.
German roots are deep, and China is strong after all; Outstanding people, heaven cares for the east soil. Things change, heroes come forth in large numbers; In the stormy autumn, iron-blooded people are surging. Those who worry about the world with clothes have health and beams; Those who bear the ups and downs, Sun Ye, Huang Ye. Dally put his head on, running around calling sign, narrow escape, never let go. Sincerely responded, the Truman shouted and became a lightning strike. Shot down the Manchu empire; Three gentlemen gave their lives to take the place of Wan. Autocratic dynasty, once collapsed, vanished; Democracy and freedom have since taken root. Youth China, reborn from the fire, opens its eyes to see the whole world, wakes up from a century-old dream, and revives the Millennium as an independent nation. Using this majestic spirit, we have revived the Chinese style, and we have repeatedly lost and fought, and the more frustrated we are, the more brave we are. Finally, they drove away the enemy, deterred the United States and foreigners, dominated the East and despised the foreign powers. Powerful and magnificent! Beautiful, extremely beautiful! .
A hundred years later, the old country revisited. Looking at Wuchang, overlooking Hankou. Mountains and rivers Ming Xiu, lush figures. Tortoise and snake remain the same, a bridge flies across, and the Yangtze River and Wan Li are in full swing. Bustling, bustling. Looking back and thinking about the past is an act of god and a plan. If the sky abandons autocracy, the people look forward to democracy as dew, and the trend of the times is mighty, and if they follow it, they will die. Therefore, if it is a single spark, it will start a prairie fire in an instant; Therefore, it is like lightning, not as good as your ears. Ten days, upside down, it is nine Niu Yi hair. Boss empire, alas, is dead; Young chinese people, then bagpipes landed, Vientiane renewed. It's a new era year and an initiative. Since then, autocratic zombies have escaped from the underworld and been despised by people; Abnormal imperial power, degenerate nose, ghosts and gods abandoned. From then on, China people knew what civil rights were, and ordinary people also knew the self-esteem of personality. The divine right of monarchy will die on the same day, and democracy and civil rights will be born on the same day. Its power is like landslides, earthquakes, tsunamis, hurricanes, its potential is like floods, like a roll of mats, like Pandora's box, like dominoes. Put the wine in the wind and think back to that year. The city is full of flags, covering the sky and the sun; Singing everywhere, shaking the earth and making noise. Two thousand years of frozen faces and smiles reappear. For example, at present, croton with a throat of 400 trillion yuan is singing the song of triumph, and it is still in my ear. Qingchuan is vivid and unforgettable; Grass is sad and fresh in my memory.
Into the present, from spring to autumn. Out of Yimen, I found King Chu's Terrace, crossed Jiang Jiang's Pavilion, and entered the Governor's Mansion. On the cavalry training ground, businessmen are bustling; On Shouyi Road, the world of mortals is rolling. Being at ease and forgetting worries is a common problem in ancient and modern times, with material abundance and mental weakness, and China and foreign countries share joys and sorrows. The Yellow Crane Tower Head, where to find a wanderer in the south of the Yangtze River, Wu Gou saw it and patted the railing; In front of the Wang Yue Pavilion, it rained and had a rest. Who * * * makes me angry? The blood of martyrs, cold wind blowing into loess; Renhe humanoid shed is full of puppets and mud tires. Ask for trouble, and a bosom friend should only look up at the sky and sigh; Laugh at me warmly, and I will never regret it when I am haggard.
I am a madman in Chu, and I am a floating life in the sea. Spring and Autumn is like an electrical switch, with both fame and fortune. Zhe Ke, who is immersed in literature and history, is obsessed with the physics of heaven and man, willing to return to the rule of three generations, and often sings four poems in Hengqu. On the misty river, relive the legacy of Zhongshan, and winter is near fire; In front of the Yellow Crane, review the magnificent chapter of Qi Chao and drink ice in midsummer. My heart is clear, my strength is too weak, my wine is surging, and my heart is surging. Sitting in the summer of Xinmao, nostalgic for the autumn of Xinhai, the past is following the river of no return, and the mood is * * * Yellow Crane Qi Fei. I only want to be a talented person in the Three Chu Dynasties, and then be a tidal wave in the Hubei River. Men are talented people, women are brilliant people in Qiu Jin, friends of sages, and teachers of philosophers, in the same strain; Worship the king, praise the martial arts and carry forward. Walking in Han and Tang Dynasties, you are smarter than Britain and America. Eight-eight-nine continents, everywhere -Y- flowers-open; There are five mountains in the four seas and thousands of mountains-* *-h-fruitful. The humiliation of thousands of years of national history has finally achieved the great cause of rejuvenating China. May I be the most beautiful and civilized country on earth; May my dragon become the supreme outstanding figure in the world. Beautiful mountains and rivers, romantic folk customs, graceful thoroughfares and alleys, pine and bamboo trees all over the mountains and plains, Shenzhou Zhuang Yan wins the Buddha country, and is even more fragrant with heroes and heroes; For thousands of years, a good name has been immortal in the history books. If you ask the heads of a group of heroes, you will find a dragon in Wuchang. Alas, the Wuchang River has a bright future. I have been tired of watching the water flowing east for a hundred years, and this year I am dancing diligently with the wind. Do you suspect that an old friend is coming?