1, untitled fat grass in blood wozhong modern: Lu Xun
Original text:
In the blood, the grass is fertile and vigorous, and the cold and frozen earth is in full bloom.
Many heroes find husbands sick, and tears spill over the noisy crows in Chongling.
The blood of the ancestors soaked the land of the Central Plains and raised a new generation of soldiers to rise tall and straight; The cold blocked the whole China, but the beautiful spring flowers bloomed in the ice and snow. A good Nanjing government is in action, and bureaucratic politicians are pretending to be sick warlords. The crow's noise is even worse, and some people secretly cry in front of Sun Yat-sen Mausoleum.
2, "Night Thinking of the Central Plains" Song Dynasty: Liu Guo
Original text:
How long is Miao Road in the Central Plains? Cultural relics are covered with clothes.
There is only the blood and tears of an orphan minister, and there is no miracle called tianhao.
The Central Plains is far away, and the road is long, so it's Xiu Yuan! Precious cultural relics and clothes of the Song Dynasty were plundered to the north by the enemy. I am the only lonely minister who shed blood and tears. No wonder the hero knocked at the palace door and shouted loudly.
3, "Lushan Mountain Tour" Song Dynasty: Mei
Original text:
In the early morning, the rolling Lushan Mountain, with thousands of peaks competing and beautiful, is spectacular, which just caters to my interest in natural scenery.
Along the way, the mountain range in front of me is constantly changing, and a person is immersed in the winding and deep wild road, but forgets where to go.
The sun rises, the snow melts, the mountains look more silent and empty, the silly bear is slowly climbing the tree, and the deer is leisurely sipping the stream.
I can't see any buildings or smoke, so I can't help wondering if there are people living in the mountains. Just then, I suddenly heard a crow crowing on the distant mountain.
In the early morning, the rolling Lushan Mountain is spectacular, with thousands of peaks competing and ups and downs, which just caters to my interest in natural scenery. Along the way, the mountains and peaks in front of me were constantly changing. I was intoxicated by the wild interest of sightseeing alone on the winding and deep path, but I forgot where I went.
The sun is rising, the frost and snow are melting, the mountains are becoming more and more quiet and empty, the stupid bear is slowly climbing the tree, and the deer is leisurely drinking the gurgling water of the stream. I can't see the house, I can't see the smoke, and I can't help but wonder if there are people living in the mountains. Just then, I heard a cock crow in the misty mountains in the distance.
4. "Binding the Family to Songshan" Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
Original text:
The clear river flows slowly through the bushes like my chariot.
I became a traveling companion and went home with the birds at dusk.
An abandoned city wall is above an old ferry, and the autumn sunset drowns the peaks.
In a distant place, next to Songshan Mountain, I will close my door and get peace.
The clear Sichuan water is surrounded by a piece of vegetation, and the horses are driving slowly and leisurely. The running water seems to be full of affection for me, and the birds in the evening return with me. The desolate city is close to the ancient ferry, and the afterglow of the sunset is full of Shan Ye in autumn. At the foot of the distant and lofty Songshan Mountain, the door is closed and secular life is declined.
5. "First Meeting Songshan" Song Dynasty: Zhang Lei
Original text:
In recent years, the pommel horse has been trapped in dust, and it is precisely because of the presence of green hills that I became pregnant.
At dusk, the north wind blew away the rain, several peaks thinned and clouds came out.
For many years, the pommel horse was tired, trapped in the dust, the world was dirty, and my breath was a little blocked. Fortunately, there are green hills, steady and tall, towering into the clouds, and full of green, facing the breeze and drizzle, sends away the sunset glow and bright moon. The open-mindedness of Qingshan gives me a galloping mind.
It was getting late, and the north wind was rustling, blowing away a cloud and rain. At this time, the sky was clear and blue, and several peaks emerged from behind the clouds. It turns out that they are so thin and straight, without a trace of dust.