76. It is natural to love the motherland. Heine
77. We should dedicate our beautiful passion to our motherland. -Pushkin
78. People cannot live without bread, nor can they live without their motherland. Hugo
79. I am yours, my motherland! This is all yours, my heart and soul; If I don't love you, my motherland, who else can I love? -petofi
Even if the world gives me treasures and honors, I don't want to leave my motherland. Because even if my country is in shame, I still like, love and bless my country! -petofi
8 1. dying for the motherland is the most beautiful fate! -Dumas
82. Gold is precious, but vigorous patriots are more precious than gold. Lincoln
83. Generally speaking, it is in part; Whoever does not belong to his own country does not belong to mankind. -belinsky
84. How great the power of patriotism is! In front of it, what is people's love for life and fear of suffering? What is man himself before it? Chernyshevski
If I have some ability, I have an obligation to dedicate it to my motherland. Linnai
86. Only by loving the motherland, grieving and resenting its deep sufferings and hating the enemy can we have the strength to participate in the struggle and win. -Tolstoy
87. Science has no national boundaries, because it belongs to the wealth of all mankind and is the torch to illuminate the world, but scholars belong to the motherland. Pasteur
90. The motherland is more important than life. This is our mother and our land. Neruda
9 1. When our country is enslaved, we Poles have no right to leave our motherland. Madame Curie
1. Du Fu's "Spring Hope": "Although the country is divided, the mountains and rivers last forever, and the vegetation is spring. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. I stroke my white hair. It has become so thin that it can no longer hold hairpins. "
2. Lu You's "Shizi": "When you die, everything is empty, and you are sad to see Kyushu. Julian Waghann set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Nai Weng. "
3. Lu You's "Feeling at the Fence to Meet the Cold Autumn Night": "There are three people in the east of Wan Li, and 5,000 people are still climbing skyscrapers. The tears of the adherents are exhausted in the dust and I hope that Julian Waghann will grow for another year. "
4. Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang": "Once you encounter hard work, there are few stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a glowing heart. "
2. Poems about loving the motherland ★ Poems praising the motherland ★: Autumn wind blows gently! Blow, blow! I want to praise the flowers of my motherland. I want to praise my flowery motherland! Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers, golden yellow, jade white, spring green, autumn purple, ... and then blow them all away, blow them all away, fill the sky and spread all over the earth! ★ Praise for the Motherland 2 ★: "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" I/am your brand-new ideal, just out of the spider web of myth; I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus; I/am the whirlpool of your tears/laughter; I am a new/snow-white starting line; Yes/crimson dawn is blowing; -the motherland! I/am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You/feed me lost, thoughtful and boiling with scarred breasts; Then/get your richness, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, dear/Motherland! ★ Psalm 3 ★: My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing a splendid journey everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My beautiful motherland, reading the burning soul from your spirit and your blueprint, has the difficulty for you to open up a brilliant tomorrow. Charming and beautiful, full of simple feelings, I hope the motherland will be more prosperous and brilliant. My motherland, the Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall, has created eternal rivers and mountains of reform and opening up. Develop a vision to illuminate the world. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. At the dawn of my motherland, the sun holds a firm belief and turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of the great motherland's oriental civilization is like a Mercedes-Benz train, holding up the burning belief to meet the dawn of the century and sail for a more brilliant future. Bearing the footsteps of history, the earth has accumulated the essence of civilization. At the beginning of the century, I think of my motherland with passion-here I am in song for you. Motherland-you are the confluence of the sources of civilization accumulated in thousands of years of history. You are the snow-covered Hukou Waterfall of the Yellow River in Tianshan Mountain. You are dignified, deep, broad and broad. The rushing river is your breath, and the boiling ocean is your blood. You are the theme of the world and the whole of my life. Motherland-you are the cry of Tiananmen Gate, the flaming flame of socialism, the horn of the people's revolution, and the sail of riding the wind and waves. You are strong, confident and enterprising, and the avant-garde grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom, and the rising sun in the East is spreading your vitality. You are the creator of the world and the socialist practitioner of the motherland. Motherland-you are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast and a touch of sunrise in Luohu Village. You are a railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau and a derrick in Tarim Oilfield. Your foresight, skill and courage, and the great changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage. The smiling faces of the people write about your great motherland-your motherland that created life and transformed the world. Motherland-you are the banner of world peace and the messenger of human civilization and progress. You are a soldier who defends the truth and raises children. You are honest, caring, strong and kind. People all over the world admire your mind. The sons and daughters of China are grateful to your mother-like motherland-you have soothed the pain of human beings in the war and brought the dawn of peace. Motherland, Motherland-you have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization. You've always known that. Firmly for Intel, you are kind and loving, defending Greenpeace. We are proud to be your children. We are proud to have such a motherland-we are United with you. We support you to move forward. Your children firmly believe that the future of the motherland is better, the future of the world is better and the future of mankind is better. This poetic name pervades your every season. It's the white dove who wakes up in the blue sky on the first morning in October! Motherland, I have loved you for too long ... October! My motherland, please give me a torch. I will follow your footsteps, let every dream flow with sweetness, and let all voices be covered with golden notes. Please spread the colorful clouds for me. I will inject eternal vitality into your cockroach. The first October is always like echoing tears. The sound of harmony passes through your heart and extends to the most passionate melody. In my heart, you are not only a green island where I can rest, but also a red cloud that makes me step on the beat. No matter the countless failures and successes of mountains, rivers, valleys, fields, trails and the sea, October is more fulfilling! Motherland ... for whom is the crown of October worn? On the first morning in October, in front of Tiananmen Square, I felt the aftertaste of osmanthus and the drums of harvest. I recall the historical sounds carved on white marble, and my thoughts have changed. How can the mountains and rivers in Wan Li not cultivate my beautiful character and integrity? ! The rising October competes with my singing in Qian Fan. My motherland has become a flock of high-flying white doves, flapping their wings and wanting to fly ... My motherland, the Yangtze River and the Yellow River cross the mountains and rivers of China, showing splendid journeys everywhere, such as golden lamps illuminating the sails of a long voyage. My motherland, with your wise soul, led all the people in the world to open up a broad road, making the motherland as beautiful as a flower and depicting the glory of the East. My beautiful motherland, reading the burning soul from your spirit and your blueprint, has the difficulty for you to open up a brilliant tomorrow. Charming and beautiful, I am full of simple feelings, and I wish my motherland more prosperity and brightness. The Yellow River, the Yangtze River and the Great Wall of my motherland have created an eternal vision to illuminate the world's reform and opening up. I am proud of the glory of my motherland. The dawn-like sun of my motherland holds firm beliefs and turns surging fighting spirit into eternal persistence to create a better tomorrow. The cradle of oriental civilization of the great motherland is like a Mercedes-Benz train, facing the dawn of the century with burning faith and heading for a more brilliant future.
3. After the poems about loving the motherland crossed the zero line, Wen Tianxiang endured hardships, but he was lonely.
The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.
Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history. The vanilla leaves the palace and turns to the morning glow in Jinling Literary Day. What does the lonely cloud depend on? The mountains and rivers are the same, but the people in the city are different.
Reed flowers grow old with me everywhere, who is flying beside the swallows in my hometown! From now on, I will leave Jiangnan Road and become a crow with blood. State Bridge The north and south of Fan Chengda State Bridge are Tianjie, and the elders wait to drive back year after year.
With tears in her eyes, she asked the messenger, "When will the Sixth Army really come?" Yang Wanli's boat left the beach in Hongze, and people don't like it when they go to Huaihe River. Why is the mulberry stem far away, and the north of the middle stream is the horizon.
Wang Changling, drink, my horse, while we cross the autumn waters! The stream is cold and the wind is like a sword. The sunset on the vast battlefield has not yet fallen, and I saw Lintao County in the distance in the dark.
The Great Wall once fought a fierce battle, saying that the frontier soldiers were in high spirits. Since ancient times, there have been sandstorms, bones everywhere and weeds everywhere.
Xu Xilin's military song "Out of the Castle" will sing a broadsword and swear to destroy Hunu and get out of the Jade Pass. Only the battlefields where countries die, why do they die in boots?
4. Ask for some poems that love the motherland. Dai Wangshu's "I use the damaged palm" I use the damaged palm to explore this vast land: this corner has been reduced to ashes, and there is only blood and mud in that corner; This lake should be my hometown. In spring, the bank is full of flowers, and the tender willow branches are broken with strange fragrance. ) I touch seaweed and cool water. The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold, and the water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through your fingers. The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia; Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered. For now, I have soaked in the bitter water of the South China Sea without a fishing boat ... The invisible palm swept the mountains without hatred, and my fingers were stained with blood and ash, and my palms were stained with darkness. Only the distant corner is still intact, warm, clear, firm and vigorous.
On it, I touched it with my broken palm, like a lover's soft hair, like a baby's milk. I put all my strength on the palm of my hand and put it on it, sending love and all my hopes, because only where there is sun and spring will we drive away the darkness and bring Su Sheng, because only there will we not live like animals and die like ants … There, eternal China! Shu Ting's "Motherland, My Dear Motherland" I am an old waterwheel on your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years; When you grope in the tunnel of history, I am a miner's lamp with black forehead; I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time; It is the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deep into your shoulder; -the motherland! I'm poor and I'm sad.
I am the pain of your ancestors, and I am a flower that never falls to the ground between the sleeves of "flying"; -the motherland! I am your brand-new ideal, just breaking away from the spider web of myth; I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow; I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging; I am the newly painted white starting line; What is breaking out is the crimson dawn; -the motherland! I am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You fed me with scarred breasts, confused me, considerate me and boiled me; Then get yours from my flesh and blood; Abundance, your glory, your freedom; -Motherland, my dear motherland! Guo Moruo's Coal in the Furnace, my girl! I live up to your kindness and you live up to my thoughtfulness. I burned like this for the person I love! Ah, my lady! You should know my predecessor. Don't you think I am a reckless slave? Need me, a black slave, with a heart like fire.
Ah, my lady! I think my predecessor used to be a useful pillar. Buried alive for many years, until now I have to see the light again. Ah, my lady! Ever since I saw the light of day, I have often missed my liberation? I burned like this for the person I love! I love this land, Ai Qing. If I were a bird, I would also sing with a hoarse throat: this land hit by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that will surge on us forever, this restless wind, and the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest ...-Later I died, and even my feathers rotted in the ground.
Why do I often cry? Because I love this land deeply ... Wen Yiduo's "One Word" has a sentence that is a disaster, and there is a sentence that can be ignited. Although it hasn't been said for five thousand years, can you guess the silence of the volcano? Maybe he suddenly became possessed, and suddenly a thunderbolt exploded in the blue sky: "We China!" " What should I say today? If you don't believe Cycas can blossom, listen to this sentence: When the volcano can't help being silent, don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stamp your feet until a thunderbolt in the blue sky explodes: "Our China!" Huang's Chinatown is a harbor dedicated to the local accent of China people. You don't need to ask where the tourists come from. The yellow skin of Yangzhou Post Horse shines on Chang 'an Palace. After that, the wind is historical. Xiao Sheng listened to a song as soft as a dream. It is a castle that will never be stationed. It has collected 24 kinds of flowers in China. You can take root without soil. The blue grass drinks frost and snow, and the oriental fragrance blooms brilliantly. A flag standing like the waves of the Yellow River always faces the sun. Bright relief illuminates the yellow glaze cloud of Yangshao in Yin Ruins. The sea is an emissary outside the Yumen Gate of the West. The moon in your hometown is looking up at the magnetic field of Beidou. You have become a careful collector, and you have always been poor. You just refused to pawn the furniture you brought from your motherland. For five thousand years, it is not an antique that can be auctioned casually, but a magic lamp that will bring happiness. Fat Yu Liang is in the cornfield. Is a young general, watching the red tassels flying everywhere and the green swords dancing wildly. The fruit is hidden under the red tassel and green sword to show its teeth. We can read their language. In ordinary days, there are no old friends, only the wind is blowing. Blowing the endless long hair of corn in the middle of the corn field, we gained the strength to overcome tomorrow. The corn leaves are still hitting me. The golden corn cob tumbled in boiling water. What a beautiful day! I think of the countryside in the middle of the cornfield. Countless battles and victories will shine on us forever. If we don't go to war, if the enemy kills us, we will point bayonets at our bones and say, look, this is. In autumn's patriotic poems, spring worries are hard to force people to see the mountains. The past was thrilling, and four million people shed tears at the same time. On this day last year, Taiwan Province Province was hacked. This article is quoted from.
5. About "Motherland, Mother, I love you, camel bell, let the Silk Road have a long history. I love you, the green grass buds cover the desolation of the Gobi Desert. I love you, and the rural flute spreads colorful notes in all directions. I love you. The tall buildings in the city entrust people's ideals to the sun. I love you, the blue waves of the Yangtze River stir the hearts of 56 nationalities. I love you. The waves of the Yellow River have nurtured 654.38+03 billion people. I love you, Great Wall. What is great is that it stands up the backbone of China people. I love you. The majestic Huangshan Mountain shows the beauty and dignity of the motherland. I love you. The vastness of the plateau reveals the heroism of the descendants of the Chinese people. I love you. Dense sugarcane forests are sweet to the hearts of hundreds of millions of people. I love you. The open window is what makes the flower of civilization bloom. I love you. The wave of reform is that it has cast off the hat of poverty and backwardness. I like your clever mind. It won back the gold medals of the four great inventions. I like it. Your industrious hands make it dress up for the modern motherland. I like your great flag. It represents the direction of the people. I like your colorful sails. It makes the ship of the century whistle and set sail! Motherland, I love you, I love your grass, Aoki Xiu, I love your birds singing, frogs singing, I love your mountains and rivers, I love your urban and rural areas, I love your beautiful and sunny motherland, I love you, you give me life, you give me strength, you give me a pair of wings to fly. My motherland, towering mountains, majestic peaks, overlooking the history, is raining wildly, and the twilight is boundless, letting clouds drift by.
The solid back has withstood the vicissitudes of hundreds of millions of years. My motherland, the river is rushing, the mighty torrent rushes through the whirlpool of history, goes forward bravely, washes away the pollution of a hundred years, and the stormy waves hit the canyon, which has experienced many ups and downs of fate.
My motherland is vast in territory and abundant in natural resources, and the beautiful scenery breeds splendid traditional culture. The sun sets in the desert, the moonlight is drunk with lotus flowers, and there are still many splendid civilizations shining on the vast land. My motherland, with its industrious people, 56 caring nationalities, wonderful oriental charm and romantic humanistic customs, has many beautiful and moving legends that have been passed down through the ages.
This is my motherland, this is my beloved motherland. I love your long and splendid history, I love your flowers on every inch of land, I love your magnificent rivers and mountains, and I love the indomitable spirit of your people.
My motherland, my beloved motherland. You are a cock with your head held high-wake up the silence of dawn, you are a soaring dragon-the storm of the times, you are a magnificent lion-dancing the glory of China, and you are the origin of human wisdom-igniting the spark of civilization.
You have a sacred name, and that is China! That's China, my motherland. My beloved motherland.
I love my motherland deeply. My beating heart has been beating for five thousand years. I love my motherland deeply. The surging blood is surging with the waves of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River. I love my motherland deeply. My yellow skin is printed with the color left by my ancestors. I love my motherland deeply. My black eyes reveal a humble smile. I love my motherland deeply. My strong character is tall and straight. I love my motherland deeply. My motherland, lovely China, you have created a glorious history and raised a great nation.
I am proud of your long history. Thousands of years of strong winds can't break your tall and straight back. I am proud of your strength, and I have spent years at home and abroad. I am proud of your light, the Chinese nation has firmly grasped its own destiny, I am proud of your spirit, and the reform and opening up are magnificent.
Lovely motherland, wherever I go, I will hold your arm, and wherever I live, you will warm my heart.
6. A poem about loving the motherland. Motherland, I am your river running day and night.
Camb.
Motherland, I am your river running day and night.
Every drop of water carries lightning of happiness.
If it weren't for love
How can I get from my chest
Cut out a long river
Flowing day and night
From the depths of life
I am the Yangtze River and I am the Yellow River.
If there is no stronger nutrition than milk,
How can my yellow land?
Name one mountain after another.
That long mountain range is the Great Wall that can't fall down.
Mount Everest is the hardest skeleton in the world.
My motherland is in wind, frost, rain and snow.
Hold your noble head high
The mountains are hidden
The flying wings whirled in the strong wind.
Nine Wan Li sky smoke cleared.
Motherland, please put my vigilant eyes.
Embedded in your bloody chest.
In my blood.
Endless vows flow.
My lake, my mountains and rivers.
My brave sons and daughters, wave upon wave.
You-the source of my life
I will go through fire and water to the sea.
7. Ancient poems, patriotic poems and Du Fu's "Spring Watch" are separated by mountains and rivers, and the vegetation is spring.
Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.
Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin. Xie Zhen's Yu He Xiao Fa starts from Zhao Hui and overlooks Juyongguan.
Clouds come from three sides, and the wind gives birth to thousands of horses. After collecting the dust, it was quiet and a few people were idle.
Suddenly, people who abandon their bodies are ashamed of their temples. For the first time, Qu Dajun's "Moling" opened the sky, and Longgang held the Emperor Palace.
Spring grass in the Six Dynasties, a thousand wells fall out of flowers. Visiting old people in black is rare, and listening to songs is empty.
How to destroy the country and how to hate it are all in Dajiangdong. Wen Tianxiang's "Nan 'an Army" plum blossom north-south road, the wind and rain wet skirt.
Who are you going out with? If you don't go home! Mountains and rivers are eternal, battlements are temporary. Starving to death is also my ambition, and I choose EU in my dreams.
Wen Tianxiang's Across the Ocean suffered a lot, but he was always lonely. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.
The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Who hasn't died since ancient times? Take the heart of Dan and follow history.
Wang Anshi's "Dengguazhou" is a water room in Guazhou, Jingkou, only a few mountains away from Zhongshan. The gentle spring breeze turns green again, but, moon in the sky, when can you take me home? Yu Ji's "Zhi Zheng Gai Yuan Xin Si Cold Food Day Show Brothers and Nephews" Jiangshan believes that beauty is not my land and has been wandering for nearly a hundred years.
Their cottages and cemeteries stand by the water. How can I bear to hear the cuckoo go home! Liu Yuxi's Stone City is surrounded by the old country, and the tide hits the empty city and returns to loneliness.
On the east bank of Huaihe River, the ancient cold moon, midnight, peep at the old palace. Lu You's "Feeling the Fen Gate Will Meet the Cold at Dawn in Autumn Night" 3 Wan Li River enters the sea, and 5,000 mountains climb skyscrapers.
The adherents wept in the dust and looked south to Julian Waghann for another year. Lu You's "Illness Begins with Books" broke the gauze and wide hat, and Wan Li, an orphan minister, was the guest of Jiang Gan.
Although the status is low, I never forget to worry about national affairs, but if I want to realize the ideal of reunification, I can only make a final conclusion after death. I hope the gods of heaven and earth will bless the country, and the people in the north will wait day and night for the emperor to recover lost territory.
The loyalty spirit of Wang Zhu Ge Kongming's famous book "The Songs of Chu Shi Biao" will remain immortal, so we should read it carefully in the middle of the night. Lu You's "Xiuer" knows that everything is empty, and I am sad to see Kyushu.
Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news! Fan Chengda's "State Bridge" The north and south of the State Bridge are Tianjie, and the elders ride home year after year.
When exactly did the Sixth Army come? In May, there were few pedestrians in the volcano "Wuwei sent Judge Liu to the West". Seeing your horse die like a bird, the camps are too white and the horns are moving.
Gong Zizhen's Mangan was disappointed to join the army, and the southeast was full of hate. One flute and one sword, equal business, negative reputation for fifteen years.
Gong Zizhen's "Ji Hai Miscellaneous Poems" is full of anger in Kyushu, and the sorrow of the study of a thousand horses. I advise God to cheer up and not stick to certain norms to belittle more people.
Wang Changling's "Join the Army" Qinghai Changyun Dark Snow Mountain, lonely city overlooking Yumenguan. Yellow sand wears golden armor in hundreds of battles, but the loulan is not returned.
Wang Changling's "Out of the Wall" passed the Ming and Qing Dynasties, but the Long March did not return. If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.
Yang Wanli's "First Entering Huaihe River" Hongze is far from the beach, and people are not willing to go to Huaihe River. Why is the mulberry stem far away, and the north of the middle stream is the horizon.
Wang Wei's Youth Travel was born in Yulin Lang, a eunuch in Han Dynasty. At first, he fought Yuyang in the name of a title of generals in ancient times. Who knows the pain of not going to the border, even if you are killed, you still have a chivalrous fragrance.
Linghu Chu's "A Boy's Journey" has a bow, a bright sword and frost, and the autumn wind has gone out of Chengyang, and he has not got the land of Hehuang Emperor, so he does not intend to look back at his hometown. Qi Jiguang's "Wang Quetai" banished the sea cold for ten years, and I look forward to it.
First frost is full of painstaking efforts. Sprinkle on the autumn leaves of Qianfeng. Qi Jiguang's "Immediately" led the North and South to report their feelings, and Jiang Lace laughed all his life.
I spend 360 days a year on the battlefield, and my weapon is on my horse. Zheng Chenggong's "Begging from Guazhou to Jinling" vowed to destroy Linjiang Hu, and the master swallowed Wu.
Try crossing the natural barrier with a whip, don't believe that the Central Plains is not surnamed Zhu! Lin Zexu has been weak and exhausted for a long time. Is greed for life and death avoided because of misfortune? Exile is just the kindness of the king, and it is just right to keep humble and die.
The play tells a story with his wife, trying to destroy the old scalp. Cao Zhi's White Horse is a white horse decorated with gold, and it even flies to the northwest.
Excuse me, who is the family? You are a ranger. Young people go to villages and towns, raising their voices and hanging in the desert.
I used to have a good bow, but my arrows were uneven. If the string is controlled to break the left, the right hair will destroy the moon branch.
Raise your hand to catch flies and bend down to lay horseshoes. Smarter than monkeys and apes, as brave as leopards.
There are many policemen in the border town, and the number of soldiers and riders is also moving. Feathers come from the north, and horses climb the embankment.
The dragon drove to the Huns, and the left looked around and led Xianbei. Give up your life on the blade, and your life will be safe? Parents don't care, how can we talk about children and wives! A famous person is a strong person, and he can't be selfish.
Give your life to the national disaster and feel like you're dying! Ni Zan's "Zheng Suo Ti" shows that the autumn wind is more than Mao, and the desolation in the south has disappeared. Only Nan Xin did not change, and she wrote Li Sao in tears.
Yue Fei's "Man Jiang Hong" rushed to the top with anger, leaning against the bar and raining. Looking up, screaming in the sky, strong and fierce.
Thirty fame, dust and earth, eight thousand miles of clouds and the moon. Don't be idle, grow old together and be unhappy.
Jingkang shame, still not snow; When will courtiers hate it? Driving a long car, Helan Mountain is neglected.
Eat pork when you are hungry, and drink Hun blood when you are thirsty. Leave it at the beginning and clean up the old mountains and rivers.
Chaotian Quexin Qiji's "Breaking the Array, Giving Strong Words to Chen Tongfu" was drunk and looked at the sword, dreaming of blowing horns and even camping.
Eight hundred miles to divide the main fire, fifty strings to turn over the Great Wall, and the enemy is on the battlefield in autumn. Horses run like Ma Delu, bows and arrows fly like thunder.
It is a good idea for the emperor to complete the great cause of recovering the lost land of the country and gain a good reputation from generation to generation. It's in vain.
Li Yu's Yu Meiren (when is spring flowers and autumn moon)? How much do you know about the past? The small building was easterly again last night, and the old country could not bear to look back on the moon.
Carved fences and jade bricks should still exist, but Zhu Yan changed them. How much sadness can you have? Like a river flowing eastward.