That road comes from history books.
Always relax.
Ten times more tortuous than the Yellow River.
A team in sandals
Along that road
Finally entered the high-pitched national anthem.
That road has a huge foundation.
This root system is buried deep in
In some memoirs,
The wrinkled faces of many old people.
Covered with traces of those roots
Those roots were trampled by straw sandals.
Those straw sandals trampled on the snow-capped mountains
Step the grass into the park, too.
Set foot on the territory of China piece by piece.
The narrowest part of the root system
There is a powerful thought.
Make a slow transition from the iron rope
Some artillery fire turned into seeds.
Buried loudly around those thoughts
Countless lives are like leaves.
Turn green on the roots.
Countless blood is like flowers.
Emerge from the bottom of the root system.
If countless heads are real,
Hanging at the top of the root system
Follow the lush roots
I am familiar with those fruits.
I chewed those fruits.
I gradually realized
How do some millet nourish a political party?
How can a few rifles feed an army?
I heard it from the movie.
The great man recited that sentence in the Red Chamber.
That is a real poet.
The poet's poems
Let many tears fall like stones.
therefore
Flagpole under the red building
It has become one of the many root causes.
The straightest one
That road is not a poet.
The longest poem
That road is actually a needle.
Put the perseverance and tenacity of the whole nation
Stitched tightly together
Long March Poetry-Crossing the Grassland
Zhang aiping
1August 935
The green plains are endless and smoky, reaching knee-high in the mire.
Wild vegetables are cooked to warm the belly, and hay is burned to drive away the cold at night.
Feel free to sit on the ground and sleep, lying down and watching the clouds turn over.
Yin whispered tomorrow with a sword and a pillow.