The more patriotic poems the better

Reference: 1 Du Fu's "Spring Hope": "The country is broken by mountains and rivers, and the city is deep in spring. When I feel the tears, I hate the birds. The beacon fire lasted for three months, and the family letter was worth 10,000 dollars. The whitehead scratching is shorter, and the hairpin is overwhelming. ”

2 Li Qingzhao's "Summer Quatrain": "Life is a hero, and death is also a ghost." So far, I think of Xiang Yu and refuse to cross Jiangdong. ”

3 Fan Chengda's "State Bridge": "The north and south of the State Bridge are Heavenly Streets, and my father will drive back in his old age. Holding back tears, he asked the messenger: 'When will the six armies really come?'"

4 Lin Sheng's "Title Lin'an Residence": "Outside the mountain, Qingshan Building, when will the West Lake sing and dance. The warm wind smokes the tourists drunk, and makes Hangzhou Bianzhou. ”

5 Lu You's "Shi'er": "When you die, you know that everything is empty, but you can't see the same sorrow in Kyushu." Wang Shi set the Central Plains Day in the north, and the family sacrifice did not forget to tell Naiweng. ”

6 Lu You's "Autumn Night Will Dawn Out of the Fence to Welcome the Cool Feeling": "30,000 miles of people in the east of the river, 5,000 are still on the sky. The bereaved people were in tears, and they looked south to Wang Shi for another year. ”

7 Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Zero Ding Yang": "Once the hardships are encountered, there are few stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is fluttering, and the life experience is ups and downs. The panicked beachhead said panic, and the zero ding sighed in the ocean. Since ancient times, no one has died, leaving Dan to take care of his sweat. ”

8 Yu Qian's "Lime Yin": "Thousands of hammers chiseled out of the deep mountains, and the fire burned as if it were idle. Don't be afraid of broken bones, you have to leave your innocence in the world. ”

9 Gong Zizhen's "Jihai Miscellaneous Poems" (the fifth): "The vast and sorrowful day is slanting, and the whip points to the end of the world. Falling red is not a ruthless thing, turning into spring mud is more protective of flowers. ”

November 4 was stormy.

Lu You is stiff and lying in a lonely village and does not mourn, and Shang Si is the national Luntai.

Lying down at night and listening to the wind and rain, the iron horse glacier fell into a dream.

Don't wait for the young man's head to be white, empty and sad.

China, I lost my keys.

It was more than 10 years ago, I was running frantically along the Red Street, I ran to the wilderness on the outskirts and screamed, and then, I lost my key.

The heart, the suffering of the soul, does not want to wander anymore, I want to go home, open the drawer, look through the pictures of my childhood, and look at the pages that are sandwiched between them.

Verdant clover.

And, I wanted to open the bookcase and take out a copy of The Ballad of Heine, and I was going on a date, and I held it up to her as my gift to the blue sky.

A sign of love.

All this, this beautiful thing can't be done, China, I lost my key.

God, it's starting to rain again, my key, you're lying on **?

I think the wind and rain have corroded you, and you are already rusty.

No, I don't think so, I'm going to search tenaciously, hoping to find you again.

Sun, have you seen my key?

May your light shine warmly for it.

I walked on this vast field, I followed the footsteps of my soul to search, and I thought seriously about everything that was lost.

Man Jianghong looks at the Central Plains from afar, outside the barren smoke, many cities.

I want to be back then, the flowers cover the willows, and the phoenix tower dragon pavilion.

Long live the pearls in front of the mountain, and the sheng song is composed in the Penghu Palace.

To this day, the iron hooves are full of suburbs, and the wind and dust are evil.

The soldiers are safe, and the anointing is sharp. The people are safe, fill the ravines.

Sigh that the rivers and mountains are the same, and there are few villages.

On what day, please Ti Rui Brigade and cross Qingheluo with a whip.

But he returned, continued the Hanyang tour, and rode the yellow crane.

There is another song, long enough to be patriotic, patriotic and patriotic, and it is well written, that is... It's so sharp...