Poetry of ideals and beliefs 1
What a magnificent scenery Mount Tai is! Endless green spans Qilu and Qilu .. magical nature brings together thousands of beautiful mountains in the south and the separation between morning and dusk in the north.
Layers of white clouds, cleaning the gully on the chest; The flat bird flew into the eye socket. Try to climb to the top of the mountain: it dwarfs all the peaks under our feet.
Poems of ideals and beliefs II
Although the tortoise has a long life, it has its moments. The snake rides the fog and eventually turns to dust.
The old horse crouches, aiming at thousands of miles; The martyrs were full of courage in their later years.
The surplus and contraction period is not only in the sky; Blessings that nourish grace can last forever.
I am glad to use this poem to express my inner desire.
Poetry of ideals and beliefs 3
Since yesterday, I have to leave Bolt and me behind.
It hurts my heart even more today.
Autumn geese are escorted by Changfeng, and I treat them in this villa and drink my wine.
The bones of great writers are all your brushes. In Tianyuan, I grew up beside you, Xiao Xie.
We are all lofty distant thoughts, longing for the sky and the bright moon.
But since the water is still flowing, although we cut it with a sword, sadness will come back, even though we drown them with wine.
Since the world can't satisfy our desire, I will loosen my hair and get on a fishing boat tomorrow.
Poetry of ideals and beliefs 4
The great river song turned to the east, and the dense group helped the poor.
It takes ten years to break the wall, but it is difficult to worry about jumping into the sea.
Poetry of ideals and beliefs 5
Ideal is a stone, knocking out a single spark;
Ideal is fire, lighting the extinguished lamp;
Ideal is a lamp that illuminates the road at night;
Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn.
In the age of hunger and cold, the ideal is food and clothing;
In the era of food and clothing, ideal is civilization.
In chaotic times, the ideal is stability;
In a stable era, the ideal is prosperity.
Ideals are like pearls, one after another,
Throughout the ages, the future is endless.
Beautiful pearl chain, the backbone of history,
The past shines today, the present shines now, and the ancestors shine on their children.
Ideal is a compass to guide ships;
Ideal is a ship, carrying you to sea for a long voyage.
But the ideal is sometimes the arc of kissing between the sea and the sky.
It's beyond your tolerance and tortures your enterprising heart.
Ideal makes you smile and observe life;
Ideal makes you stubbornly resist fate.
Ideal makes you forget the early gray hair on your temples;
Ideal makes your head white and naive.
Ideal is an alarm clock to break your golden dream;
Ideal is soap to wash away your selfishness.
Ideal is not only an acquisition,
Ideal is a kind of sacrifice.
If ideals bring you honor,
That's just a by-product of it,
But more is misunderstood loneliness,
Laughter in loneliness, bitterness in laughter.
Ideal makes honest people often suffer misfortune;
Ideals keep the unfortunate people alive.
Ordinary people are great because they have ideals;
The ideal person is a "capitalized person".
There are always people in the world who have abandoned their ideals.
Ideals never abandon anyone.
Give new life to sinners, and ideal is the immortal grass that revives the soul;
Call the prodigal son back, the ideal is a loving mother.
The ideal has been defiled, so there is no need to resent it.
That's the devil testing your loyalty;
Ideal has been pickpocketed, don't cry,
Go get it back, and be careful in the future!
The hero lost his ideal and became a mediocre man.
Exaggerated the achievements of the year;
Mediocre people have lost their ideals and lived all their lives.
Ridiculously cursing the immediate environment.
Ideal flowering, peaches and plums should bear sweet fruit;
The ideal bud, elm poplar will have thick shade.
Please get on the ideal horse and start here with a whip.
Spring is just on the road and the sky is sunny.
Poetry of ideals and beliefs 6 pages
I don't know how to describe the snow that year.
I don't know how to find that forest.
Although you are integrated into the black soil you love.
Shaping the unyielding soul of a nation.
That year you came to Shanghai from your hometown in Queshan.
Wu Hao's sword has never been contaminated with a trace of dust.
When you walk into a dark coal well in Fushun with a mission.
The light of truth makes the suffering brothers have twinkling stars.
You were in prison with the truth.
The truth that has been flogged is not damaged at all.
When you take off your suit and go into the mountains to light the fire of resistance against Japan
Awaken those people in Qian Qian who never want to be conquered.
In the turbulent age of snowstorm.
Your heart is filled with the motherland and people.
When mountains and rivers are trampled and sisters are bullied.
You know the heavy responsibility on your shoulders.
Even black water can ignite the flame of revenge.
Baishan is full of people who resist the enemy.
What is encirclement and suppression?
People in China are people who smile at death.
Hunger, snow and cold are nothing.
Blood casts a spirit of steel.
What is eating grass roots and swallowing cotton wool?
In order to keep the great rivers and mountains intact.
Bullets of revenge against the Japanese aggressors rang everywhere in the vast forest.
You can be heard everywhere in the towering mountains to arouse people's voices.
When your stomach is brutally dissected by the enemy
Even your opponent respects you enough to bury your soul.
The sun, the moon and the sky will never forget the people's love for you.
Rivers record your eternal spirit.
I don't know how to explain my firm belief.
But you taught future generations with your own actions.
You lit a country with the fire of life.
Even if you die, you will remember your faith.