● Class 8, Dongqiao Middle School, Zhongxiang City, Hubei Province (1) Wu
I never get tired of reading. Reading you feel like March, romantic season and intoxicating poems. ...
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When spring comes to Kyoto, the city is desolate.
Chang 'an was burned and plundered by the Anshi Rebellion, which took away the stability and prosperity of the past, and the people suffered from the war. Weeds are overgrown and dusty leaves are everywhere. You are independent of heaven and earth, sentimental about current events, with misty eyes and tears in your eyes when you see spring flowers; Reluctant to leave, listening to birds and songs is also frightening. The war is still going on, I miss my family, my heart is burning, but I can't help it. A letter from home is worth thousands of dollars. Pain heartbroken, worry about hoary head, sparse hair, less scratching, useless. You look far away, the vast Yuan Ye is endless, you are sad, leaving your hometown and dying; You see, spring is coming. You said, "although a country is divided, mountains and rivers will continue to exist, and trees and grasslands will turn green again in 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. The white head has become shorter, and there is no more hairpin. "
How sweet is reading you? When a song "Spring Hope" worries about the country and hurts the country, it means homesickness.
Conquer Tubo, open the border and abandon the army.
On the battlefield filled with smoke, the enemy and I are like crazy demons, fighting bloody battles. There is blood everywhere on the battlefield, and there are countless casualties. The soldiers aimed at the enemy's key with strong bows and long arrows, and one arrow went through the heart. The wind with a fishy smell blew head-on, and blood splashed like rain. () You don't understand: Does stopping aggression lie in fighting more and killing more? Since the founding of the people's Republic has its own borders, why invade other people's homes and fight needlessly? Why can't we live in peace? You look at this bloody world, and your ears are filled with the constant sound of war. You looked up at the sky and shouted angrily. You were shocked. "Bows should be used vigorously, and arrows should be used for a long time. Shooters should shoot horses, and leaders should catch their leaders. There is a limit to killing people, and all countries have national boundaries. If you can control the invasion of the mausoleum, you must kill it more. "
As a student, do you have any good strategies for governing the country? A song "Before Walking Out of the Fortress", peace comes first, and it is best not to fight.
Recover the lost territory and the war will be over.
Outside the window, the spring is bright, the birds are singing, the trees are whispering and the flowers are dancing with the rhythm. It's been a long time since there was such a quiet and harmonious spring. At this moment, the news of recovering northern Hebei suddenly came from Sichuan, south of Jianmenguan. When I heard it for the first time, the long-suppressed emotional floodgate was wide open, and the emotion surged, and the tears of joy soaked the clothes. When you turn around and look back at your wife, you see that her sad face has disappeared for many years, and you have no intention of bending over your desk again, rolling up your poems at will and being ecstatic. You want to sing loudly and drink loudly in the sunny weather, and return to your hometown with your wife in the spring when birds are singing and flowers are fragrant. You have to go straight to Luoyang's hometown, just like the spring water in the valley suddenly pours into the river, immediately crosses the Wuxia dam and goes straight to Xiangyang downstream. Excited, happy, yearning, you brush your pen, "this distant west station news!" The north has been recovered! At first, I couldn't stop crying on my coat. Where are my wife and son? There is not a trace of sadness on their faces. However, I packed my books and poems crazily. On a green spring day, I began to go home, singing my songs loudly and drinking my wine. Come back from this mountain, pass another mountain, go up from the south and then go north-to my own town! . "
What are your thoughts and feelings when I read you? A song "The Imperial Army Recovers the Banks of the Yellow River" is full of yearning for home and country, and joy comes from the heart.
Read you, read your poems, taste your life, experience your philosophical thinking and feel your talent.
Reading you, I want to know the depressed and heavy inner vitality in your poems; Reading you, I want to know your scholar's ambition to use the world; Reading you, I want to know how you feel about integrating national destiny with personal destiny; Read you ...
Du Fu-I'm not tired of reading you a thousand times.
(Instructor Yan Zheng)