"The roc rises on the wind in one day, and soars ninety thousand miles." Over the past five thousand years, there have been many proud men: the military shamed the overlord, and the literary enraged Su Shi. With flying dragons and phoenixes waving their giant pens, they are number one in the world! Suddenly I hear thunder outside the sky, and millions of living beings rejoice. For the sake of righteousness, life and death are ignored: Huang Chao's "Inscription on Chrysanthemums" The rustling west wind fills the courtyard with plants, and the flowers are cold and fragrant, and butterflies are hard to come by. If I were the Qing Emperor in his future years, I would be rewarded with peach blossoms. Huang Chao's "Ode to Chrysanthemums after Budi": When autumn comes on September 8th, I will kill all the flowers after they bloom. The incense formation soaring to the sky penetrates Chang'an, and the whole city is covered with golden armor. Liu Bang's "Song of the Great Wind" The strong wind rises and the clouds are flying, and we return to our hometown in the sea. Are there strong warriors guarding all sides? Cao Cao's "Dan Ge Xing" The mountains never get too high and the sea never gets too deep. The Duke of Zhou vomits food, and the world returns to its heart. Zhu Yuanzhang The sky is like a tent and the ground is like felt. The sun, moon and stars accompany me to sleep. I dare not stretch my legs to sleep all night, for fear of kicking down Taihang Mountain. Hong Xiuquan scorned the ancient sages on a heavenly list, and King Wen and King Wu were all dogs. From Pangu to the Ming Dynasty, I am Hong Xiuquan. Mao Zedong's "Qinyuan Spring. Snow" The scenery of the northern country is covered with thousands of miles of ice and thousands of miles of snow. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is nothing but vastness; the rivers up and down suddenly stop flowing. The silver snake dances in the mountains, and the original wax figure wants to compete with God. On a sunny day, it is particularly charming to see the red clothes and plain clothes. There are so many beauties in the country that it attracts countless heroes to bow their waists. I regret that Emperor Qin and Han Wu were slightly less talented in literature; Emperor Zong of Tang and Song Dynasty were slightly less elegant. The genius of the generation, Genghis Khan, only knew how to bend a bow and shoot at giant eagles. It's all gone, let's count the famous people, but let's look at the present. Life is endless and the struggle is endless. How much pride is in the poetry collection? Creation of heaven and earth!