Red poetry anthologies include Spring Snow in Qinyuan, Beidaihe in Langtaosha, Spring Changsha in Qinyuan, Yellow Crane Tower in Bodhisattva, and Water Tune Song with Emphasis on Jinggangshan, etc.
1. Spring Snow in Qinyuan
The scenery in the north is frozen for thousands of miles, and the snow is floating in Wan Li. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, it's only boundless. When the river goes up and down, it loses momentum. Mountains like silver serpents dancing, Highlands like waxy elephants advancing, All try to match the sky in height. It must be sunny, and the red makeup is wrapped, which is particularly enchanting. There are so many beauties in Jiangshan that countless heroes are bent over. Cherish Qin Huang Hanwu, slightly lose literary talent, Tang Zong Song Zu, slightly less coquettish.
2, "Langtaosha Beidaihe"
The rain fell on the secluded swallow, and the white waves were sky-high, fishing boats outside Qinhuangdao. We can't see a piece of Wang Yang, so who can we turn to? The past more than one thousand years, Wei Wu brandished a whip, and Jieshi left a legacy in the east. The bleak autumn wind is again today, changing the world.
3. Qinyuan Chunchangsha
Independent in cold and autumn, Xiangjiang River goes north, orange island. Look at the mountains all over the place, and the layers of forests are all dyed. The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost compete for freedom. Lonely, ask the vast earth, who is in charge of ups and downs?
4. Bodhisattva Man's Yellow Crane Tower
There are nine schools in China, and a heavy line runs through the north and south. Misty and rainy, turtles and snakes lock the river. The yellow crane knows where to go, and there are still tourists left. Soak the wine, and the tide will rise.
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Ling Yunzhi has been in Jinggangshan for a long time. Thousands of miles to find the old place, the old look has changed. Everywhere, there are singing and dancing, and there are more gurgling water, and the high road enters the clouds. After Huang Yangjie, you don't need to look at the danger. The wind and thunder are moving, and the flags are stirring, which is human.