Qinyuanchun "Changsha" Purser's Barbarians "Yellow Crane Tower" Xijiang Yue "Jinggang Mountain" Qingpingle "Jiang Gui War" Caixanzi "Chongyang" Rumengling "New Year's Day" Reduced Characters of Magnolia "On the Road to Guangchang" Butterfly Loves Flower "From Tingzhou to Changsha" Fishermen's Pride "Against the First Great Siege" Fishermen's Pride "Against the Second Great Siege" Purser's Barbarians "Dabadie" Qingpingle "Huichang" Reminiscence of Qin'e "Loushan Pass" Three Songs in Sixteen Character Orders Three Sixteen Character Orders Seven Rhymes The Long March Nian Nujiao Kunlun Qing Pingle Liupan Mountain Qinyuanchun Snow Seven Rhymes The Occupation of Nanjing by the People's Liberation Army Seven Rhymes And Mr. Liu Yazi Wuxisha And Mr. Liu Yazi Wafting Sand Beidaihe Shui Duotou Swimming Butterfly Lovers Answer to Li Shuyi Two Rhymes Send the God of the Plague Seven Rhymes Going to Shaoshan Seven Rhymes Ascent of Mount Lu Seven Rhymes A Picture of a Women's Militia Seven Rhymes Answering Friends The answer to a friend Seven lines for comrade Li Jin and the Immortal Cave of Mount Lushan Seven lines and comrade Guo Moruo 卜算子 "咏梅" Seven lines Winter Clouds 满江红 "和郭沫若同志" 虞美人""枕上 "七律 "洪都"/>
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Qinyuanchun "Changsha"
1925
Independently in the cold autumn,
The Xiangjiang River goes to the north,
The Orange Island Head.
Looking at the red mountains,
The forests are full of color;
The river is full of blue,
Hundreds of barges are competing with each other.
The eagle strikes the sky,
the fish flies to the bottom,
everything competes for freedom in the frosty sky.
Despairing with the lonesome sky,
asking the boundless land,
who is in charge of the sinking and floating?
Bringing a hundred couples had traveled.
Remembering the great days of the past.
Just when I was a student,
It was in the prime of my life;
It was in the spirit of a scholar,
It was in the spirit of a man,
It was in the spirit of a man,
Thou Shu.
Pointing out the mountains and rivers,
Stirring up the words,
The year of the ten thousand vassals of the dung.
Have you ever remembered,
To the midstream to hit the water,
Wave curbed the flying boat?
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Buddhist Bodhisattva Barbarian "Yellow Crane Tower"
Spring of 1927
The vast nine schools of flow China.
A sinking line runs north and south.
Smoke and rain are in the air,
Turtles and snakes are locking the Great River.
The yellow crane knows where to go,
and there is a place left for tourists.
Pouring out libations,
The tide of my heart is rising!
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West River Moon, Jinggang Mountain
Autumn of 1928
Flags are in sight at the bottom of the mountain,
and The top of the mountain is a place of great beauty, The top of the mountain is a place of great beauty.
The drums and horns at the top of the mountain are heard.
Thousands of enemy troops are besieging me,
I am standing firm.
The barriers have long been tightly packed,
and the will of the people is even greater.
The sound of artillery on the Huangyang border,
reported that the enemy army had disappeared.
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Ching Pingle "Chiang-Kwai War"
In the fall of 1929
The wind and clouds suddenly changed,
The warlords resumed the war.
Spilling on the earth are all grievances,
A pillow of yellow sorghum is reproduced.
The red flag jumped over the Ting River,
and went straight down to Longyan Shanghang.
Packing up a piece of gold screening,
Splitting fields and land is really busy.
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Cai Sang Zi "Chongyang"
October, 1929
Life is easy and God is hard to grow old.
The yearly re-sun.
This time, the sun will be heavy again,
and the yellow flowers on the battlefield will be very fragrant.
Once a year, the autumn wind is strong,
Not like the spring light,
Worse than the spring light,
Ten thousand miles of frost in the lonesome river sky.
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Ruyumengling "New Year's Day"
January 1930
Ninghua, Qingliu, Guihua
The road is narrow and the forest is deep and the moss is slippery.
Where are we going today?
To the bottom of Mount Wuyi.
Below the mountain,
The wind spreads the red flag like a picture.
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Subtracted Magnolia Flower "On the Road to Guangchang"
February 1930
The sky is all white
Marching in the snow is even more pressing.
The mountains are high above my head,
and the wind rolls the red flag across the Great Pass.
Where are we going?
The wind and snow of the Ganjiang River are in the mist.
The order was issued yesterday,
100,000 workers and peasants went down to Ji'an.
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Die Lianhua "From Tingzhou to Changsha"
July 1930
June Heavenly Soldiers To conquer corruption and evil,
Ten thousand long tassels will bind the Kunpeng.
The red corner of the Gan water,
The partial division borrows from Huang Gongliu.
Millions of workers and peasants will be in full force,
Sweeping through Jiangxi, they will attack Hunan and Ezhou.
The international sad song is sung,
The wild storm is falling from the sky for me.
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Fisherman's Pride Against the First Great Siege
Spring of 1931
The frosty sky of ten thousand trees Red and rosy,
The heavenly soldiers' fury rushes through the night.
The fog filled Longgang with a thousand roaches of darkness,
Calling out in unison,
Zhang Huizan was captured at the front.
200,000 troops re-entered Gan,
Wind and smoke rolled halfway to the sky.
Rousing millions of workers and peasants,
With one heart and one mind,
The red flag is in chaos under Buzhou Mountain.
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Fisherman's Pride Against the Second Great Siege
Summer of 1931
Baiyun Mountain The head of the clouds wants to stand,
The cry under Baiyun Mountain is urgent,
The withered trees and rotten plants are working hard together.
The forest of guns is pressing in,
the flying general enters from the heavy sky.
Seven hundred miles to drive fifteen days,
Gan water pale Minshan Bi.
Sweeping the whole army like a scroll.
Some people weep,
for the camp step by step contempt how to and!
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Buddhist Bodhisattva Barbarian "Dabakdi"
Summer of 1933
Red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple.
Who dances in the air with a colorful practice.
After the rains, the sun returns,
and the mountains are pale.
There was a fierce battle in those days,
Bullet hole in front of the village wall.
Decorating these mountains,
They look even better today.
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Qing Ping Le "Huichang"
Summer 1934
The east is about to dawn,
It's too early for you to be traveling.
Traveling through the green mountains, the people have not yet grown old,
The scenery is unique.
The peaks outside of Huichang City,
Bumping even directly to the east of the sea.
Warriors point to see the southern Guangdong,
More lush and green.
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Yi Qin'e "Loushanguan"
February 1935
West wind strong,
The geese in the long sky call for the frosty morning moon.
The frosty morning moon,
The sound of horses' hooves is broken,
The sound of trumpets is swallowed.
The road is as strong as iron,
and now we are taking a step from the beginning.
From the beginning,
The mountains are like the sea,
The sun is like blood.
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Three Songs of Sixteen Character Orders
Nineteen Thirty-Four to Nineteen Thirty-Five
Mountains, <
The fast horse is not out of the saddle.
To look back in surprise,
three feet three from the sky.?
The second
Mountain,
The sea is turned upside down and the river is rolled up.
The rushing rush,
The battle of ten thousand horses is still raging.
The third
Mountain,
The sky is not yet broken,
The sky is not yet broken,
The sky is not yet broken.
The sky is about to fall,
and I'll be able to lean on it.
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The Long March
October 1935
The Red Army is not afraid of a long march, <
Ten thousand waters and thousands of mountains are just waiting.
The Five Ridges are curving around to make huge waves,
the Wumeng mammoth is walking on mudballs.
The water of Jinsha is warming the cloudy cliffs,
The Dadu Bridge is cold across the iron rope.
What's more, I'm glad that Minshan Mountain has snowed for thousands of miles,
and that the three armies have all opened their faces.
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Nian Nujiao "Kunlun"
October, 1935
Crossing the sky,
Mang Kunlun,
Reading through the spring colors of the earth.
Three million jade dragons flew up,
stirring up a cold heaven.
Summer melts away,
river overflows,
people or fish and turtles.
A thousand years of merit and sin,
who has ever commented with.
And now I call Kunlun,
Not this high,
Not this much snow.
Will I be able to draw my sword from the heavens,
and cut thee in three?
One for Europe,
One for America,
One for the East.
Peaceful world,
The globe is cool and hot.
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Ching Pingle "Liupan Mountain"
Mao Zedong
October, 1935
The sky is high and the clouds are faint,
Looking down at the geese flying south.
It is not a good man who does not go to the Great Wall,
The fingers are bent on a journey of twenty thousand.
The peak of Liupan Mountain,
The red flag rolls in the west wind.
Today's tassel is in my hand,
When will I bind the dragon?
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Qinyuanchun "Snow"
February 1936
The scenery of the north country,
Thousands of miles of ice,
Ten thousand miles of snow.
Looking at the Great Wall and beyond,
the only thing left is the recklessness;
The great river is up and down,
lost in a torrent.
The mountain dances with a silver snake,
the original wax elephant,
wanting to compete with the sky.
Sunny days are needed,
to see the red makeup,
demonstrating.
The mountains and the rivers are so beautiful,
Luring countless heroes to bend their backs.
The Qin Emperor and the Han Wu,
lost a little literary talent;
Tang Zong and Song Zu,
lacking in popularity.
The pride of a generation,
Genghis Khan,
only knows how to bend the bow and shoot the eagle.
It's all over,
Counting the people of the world,
Looking at the present day.
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Seven Melodies "The People's Liberation Army Occupies Nanjing"
April 1949
Zhongshan Storms and rains rise in the pale yellow,
Millions of heroes cross the Yangtze River.
The tiger and the dragon are more powerful than before,
The sky and the earth are overthrown at the expense of generosity.
It is better to chase the poor enemy,
Not to learn the name of the king.
If there is love in the sky, the sky is also old,
The right path on earth is the vicissitudes of life.
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Seven rhymes "and Mr. Liu Yazi"
April 29, 1949
Drinking tea in Guangdong, I have not been able to forget it,
So the leaves of Yuzhou are turning yellow.
Thirty-one years ago, I returned to my old country,
and read the Chinese chapter at the time of the falling flowers.
It's too much of a whine to break your heart,
and it's a good idea to keep an eye on things.
Modo Kunming Pond is shallow,
Watching fish is better than the Fuchun River.
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Runxi Sha "and Mr. Liu Yazi"
October 1950
On the National Day in 1950, Mr. Liu Yazi was invited to a performance of the play
Runxi Sha, so I followed the rhyme of the play to respond to it.
The night was long and the sky was red,
and the monsters danced around for a hundred years.
The people of 500 million are not reunited.
The world is white once the rooster is sung,
The music of ten thousand parties has ü-Tsang,
The poet's Xinghui is even more unprecedented.
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Wang Taosha "Beidaihe"
Summer 1954
Heavy rain fell on Youyan,
White waves were flowing.
The white waves are crashing into the sky,
The fishing boats off Qinhuangdao Island,
All the ocean is gone,
Who do we know who we are going to?
The past is more than a thousand years old,
Wei Wu waved his whip,
East Jie Shi has the last article.
Slow autumn wind is again today,
Changed the earth.
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Water Song of Songs "Swimming"
June 1956
Just drinking the water of Changsha, <
And eat Wuchang fish.
The Yangtze River is crossed by 10,000 miles,
and the Chutian sky is comfortable in my eyes.
No matter what the winds and waves do,
It's just like walking in a garden.
Today, I have a lot of money left,
The son on the river said:
The dead are like the dead!
The wind and the mast are moving,
the turtle and the snake are quiet,
and the ambition is rising.
One bridge flies between the north and the south,
The moat valley becomes a thoroughfare.
What's more, the Xijiang River is a rocky place,
Cutting off the clouds and rain of Wushan Mountain,
The high gorges come out of the flat lakes.
The goddess should be unhurt,
when the world is shocked.
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The Butterfly Lovers' Flower "Answer to Li Shuyi"
May 11, 1957
I have lost my pride. I lose my pride, and I lose my willow.
The willow soars up to the ninth heaven.
Ask Wu Gang what he has,
Wu Gang brings out osmanthus wine.
Lonely Chang'e is stretching her sleeves,
and she dances for the loyal souls in the sky.
Suddenly it was reported that a tiger had been ambushed on earth,
Tears flew in a torrential downpour.
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Sent the God of Plague
July 1, 1958
Du Jun. 30th People's Daily, Yujiang County eliminated schistosomiasis. I can't sleep at night. The wind is warm, the rising sun is in the window. I'm looking at the southern sky, and I'm happy to be able to write about it.
The green water and the green mountains are all in vain,
Huatuo can't help the small insects.
Thousands of villages have lost their ficus,
Tens of thousands of houses have no ghosts to sing to.
Sitting on the ground, he traveled 80,000 li in a day,
and he toured the sky to see a thousand rivers.
The cowherd wants to ask about the plague god,
and the same sadness and joy are passing by.
The second
There are thousands of willows in the spring breeze,
and the six hundred million states of China are full of Shunyao.
The red rain is turned into waves, and
The green hills are turned into bridges.
The silver hoe falls from the sky, and the iron arm of the three rivers shakes the earth.
This is the first time I have ever seen a bridge.
If I ask you where you want to go,
Paper boats and candles burn in the sky.
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The Seven Rhymes "To Shaoshan"
June 1959
June 1959 On the 25th, I arrived at Shaoshan.
It's been thirty-two years since I left this place
Farewell dream vaguely spells the passing of the river,
Thirty-two years ago in my hometown.
The red flag rolls up the serf's halberd,
the black hand hangs high and the overlord's whip.
For the sake of sacrifice, I have a strong will,
I dare to teach the sun and the moon to change to a new sky.
We are happy to see a thousand waves of beans and peas,
and heroes everywhere under the sunset smoke.
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Seven melodies "Climbing Mount Lushan"
July 1, 1959
One mountain flies against the great The river,
Leaping up to the lush green four hundred revolutions.
The cold eyes look at the world from the ocean,
and the hot winds blow the rain to the river sky.
The yellow crane floats in the clouds across the nine schools,
and the white smoke rises from the waves under the three Wu.
The Tao Ling does not know where to go,
Peach blossom garden can plow the field?
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Seven Styles "Photo for Female Militia Members"
February 1961
Salient and valiant.
Five-foot gun,
The first light of dawn shines on the drill ground.
China's children have many strange aspirations,
not loving red clothes but loving arms.
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Seven lines in reply to a friend
1961
White clouds fly over Jiuyi Mountain,
The emperor's son rides the wind down to Cuiwei.
One thousand drops of tears from a spotted bamboo,
and a hundred clothes from ten thousand red haze.
The waves of the dongting are filled with snow,
Long Islanders sing poems that move the earth.
I would like to dream of a lonesome land,
Furong country is full of sunshine.
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Seven lines "for comrade Li Jin captioned by the Lushan immortal cave photo"
September 9, 1961
September 9, 1961
The twilight is pale and the sky is dark.
The twilight color is pale to see the strong pine,
The chaotic clouds fly through still calmly.
Born in an immortal's cave,
Infinite scenery is on the dangerous peak.
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Seven melodies "and Comrade Guo Moruo"
November 17, 1961
As soon as the wind and thunder start from the earth,
there are piles of white bones of spermatogenesis.
The monks are fools who can be forgiven,
and the demons are devils who are bound to become plagues.
The golden monkey rises up with a thousand pounds of stick,
and the jade world is clarified for ten thousand miles.
Today we hail Sun Da Sheng,
only because the demonic fog has returned.
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Bu Shuizi "Winged Plum"
December 1961
Reading Lu You's lyrics about plums. I used it against its meaning.
Wind and rain send spring back,
Snow welcomes spring,
It's already a cliff with a hundred feet of ice,
You still have a pretty flower branch.
They don't fight for spring,
they just report it.
When the mountain flowers are in full bloom,
she is laughing in the bushes.
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Seven melodies "Winter Clouds"
December 26, 1962
Snow presses down the winter clouds White wadding flies,
The flowers are scarce for a while.
The sky is full of cold currents,
and the earth is full of warm winds.
There are only heroes who drive away tigers and leopards,
and there are no heroes who are afraid of bears.
The plum blossom rejoices in the snowy sky,
and it is not surprising that the flies are frozen to death.
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Manjiang Hong "and Comrade Guo Moruo"
January 9, 1963
The tiny world,
There are a few flies touching the wall.
Buzzing,
A few mournful voices,
A few sobs.
The ants boast of a great country,
An ant trying to shake a tree.
The wind is blowing in the west and the leaves are falling in Chang'an,
and the dysprosium is flying.
How many things,
Never rush;
The sky and the earth turn,
The time is pressing.
Ten thousand years is too long,
just strive for the night.
The four seas are tumbling with the fury of clouds and water,
The five continents are shaking with the excitement of wind and thunder.
To sweep away all pests,
All invincible.
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Yu Meiren "On the Pillow"
19201
Piles of sadness on the pillow,
The river and the sea are turning over.
The river and the sea are turning into waves.
The night is long and the sky is dark,
It is lonely and I sit up in my clothes and count the stars.
At dawn, all thoughts are grayed out,
and the shadow of the departed remains.
The moon is flowing in the west,
There is no reason not to shed tears on this.
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Seven rhymes "Hongdu"
1965
Another year after arriving in Hongdu,
Zu Sheng has been in Hongdu for a long time,
and he has been in Hongdu for a long time. >
Zusheng strikes his oar and passes it on to this day.
We have been hearing the rain in the southern sky for a long time,
and we have been waving the whip in the northern land.
Snow on the temples has become waste,
Colorful clouds are always in a new day.
Year after year the wave pushes forward the wave,
River grass and flowers are fresh everywhere.