The years are getting colder,
My hometown is idle.
On a cold night,
This desire,
Go to the Woods,
Go to the farmland.
Take the corn stalk,
Hide and seek,
Playboy is very stubborn.
The north wind blows,
Snowflakes fall,
Happy and carefree.
At the foot of Langya Mountain,
Is my hometown,
My cradle.
Shili Golden Beach,
Shili Taoyuan.
With the wind and rain,
How many years?
The hardest thing to forget is,
During the summer vacation:
In the shade,
Catch cicadas.
Inside the pond:
Play with each other,
Pick lotus flowers.
By the sea:
In the face of rough waves,
Sail,
Swing fishing boat.
In the fishing song:
At night,
Forget it.
How much hope is there in the dream?
Looking at home,
Affectionate
My hometown has beautiful scenery,
The water in my hometown is sweet.
When is the triumph?
3. Hometown
Small mountain village,
Chickens and dogs listen to each other.
Get dressed,
Drive Chai Men.
Welcome guests,
Invite old friends.
Among flowers and birds,
Soak in the spring breeze,
Have a good time.
Recite ancient poems,
Minguet,
Play the clavichord.
Sitting by the window,
Enjoy that song,
Blue sky and white clouds.
The mountains and rivers are clear,
Pine forest on the hillside.
No matter far or near,
There are sheep.
Although in the challenge,
No meritorious military service.
At the foot of Shu Mountain,
Be a civilian.
A game of chess,
A cup of tea,
In ancient and modern times,
Say Qin Shihuang.
Accompanied by singing,
Don't worry,
Don't worry about poverty.
How much affection?
How much hate?
Do not keep it.
The world is rich and colorful,
Why,
Hard to chase?
China has beautiful landscapes,
What's not fascinating?
This feeling is the purest.
4. KuangLu map
A little cold light,
From the broken study.
How many years?
Never forget,
That hometown,
This village.
No matter when,
In the past,
Land shortage.
Stay with me forever:
Write about Kyushu,
Write in all directions.
One night,
Once wrote a lot of poems,
Fill in the lyrics.
The soul is flying,
Exquisite.
How many medals,
I still cherish it.
Today, under the light,
Be excluded,
Gone,
Young lang.
A pot of wine,
Indulge in,
Roadside.
The most desolate,
Alone,
Go to heaven,
Speak your mind.
May our generation:
Tomorrow,
More talented.
Look at the sky,
Look at lofty sentiments:
Still free.
Where the iron pen is waved,
Despite the heavy wind and waves,
Farewell.
Nine, four songs of Qinyuanchun
1. Clouds in remote caves.
The grass is green,
The river bends,
The road is long.
Under the blue sky and white clouds,
Birds fly by.
The colors in summer are not strong,
Rice and wheat turn yellow.
In the faint wind,
Bursts of songs,
Several readers are walking.
On the battlefield,
Send away the sunset glow,
Welcome the morning sun.
Miss this primary school,
Teach me to sail from now on.
Although the ends of the earth,
This feeling is unforgettable.
All kinds of disasters,
Still crazy.
Raise the sail,
Ride the wind and waves,
Cultivate the pillars of the next generation.
During the journey,
In full swing,
Bright light.
2. Jiang Hang's first snow map
Cold wind and drizzle,
It's raining,
The night is long.
Under the blue wall of the lonely lamp,
Sitting at a desk alone.
Tears rolled down my eyes,
Melancholy is faint.
A paper complaint is hard to sue,
Discrete for many years,
The cuckoo is crowing outside the window.
Awakened,
My hometown dream,
My thoughts.
Strolling in the fisherman's yard,
Ask when the moon will go with you.
Since there is love,
Why not?
Tears flow,
How many poems are there?
As far as I know,
The waves broke out,
Who is Jiang Shui crying for?
In the waves,
How much did you find out?
A hero.
3. Monthly map of Gu Song Building
A cloudy glass of wine,
A song by Long song,
Mid-Autumn Festival.
When the clouds break through the moon,
The residual flowers make a shadow,
Relatively silent,
It's fall here.
All kinds of difficulties,
Gone with the wind,
Why is there a burning heart facing the sky?
This song is not finished yet,
Sigh, the river flows eastward,
The sun and the moon fly like a shuttle.
The past is over,
How many all-around guests are there?
Ask right or wrong,
By who?
A few degrees in spring and autumn,
How much I hate it.
Tread all over the green hills,
The scenery remains the same,
Then find Li Bo in Panasonic,
People can't see it,
Leaving only one song,
Old songs.