Guo Moruo

I don't envy the birds in Tianchi or the grilled fish in the north.

Riding the wind in Wan Li in an instant, comfortable in Lyzjc.

I just arrived in New West Billy and passed Ulaanbaatar. There is nothing to see.

Who is Gankunda? Hun as a husband.

Tired of singing, talking about rest, and painting.

Suddenly, the Great Wall is in front of us, and the fog in the cave fills the air.

There are mountains on the ground, and everyone in the sky looks down at Kunming Lake.

Beautiful mountains and rivers are good, and the weather is different today.

spiritual song

Poet: Guo Moruo Dynasty: Modern Times

There is no roof hole, and the monument was originally built by Sheng 'an. The ancient fragrance has escaped, and the lofty sentiments are waiting for smelting. What will be fine? Traveling all over the world, Han said, snow mud claws. Like a brain, follow the sword of the book, and it will be small then.

As clear as the wind and clear as the moon, you nod and smile when you know it. Light spirit can be turned, firmness is easy, and goodness is worthy of being humble. Acupoints fill the sky and fill the sea, which is wonderful. See the success of Mount Tai, and then try hard to meet Weng Ju.

camel

Camel, your ship in the desert, you, the living mountain! In the dark, you hold your head high,

Guide travelers to the horizon of dawn. When the storm comes, travelers will hold you tight,

Get through the storm. Noble gifts, life and faith, unforgettable warmth.

Spring breeze awakens the oasis, Bella trees hang Gan Guo, and there are grass and springs everywhere. Beautiful dreams,

Like a butterfly, I saw the boundless desert turned into fertile land. Look, bright fire clouds are all over the sky.

There won't be a day off on the Long March. Even if we reach the end of the sky, there will still be a paradise outside.

Camel, you interstellar rocket, you, live missile! You gave the traveler a kind of courage.

Please guide the way forward, forever, forever.