Jinggangshan Xijiangyue

Flags are in sight at the foot of the mountain, drums and horns are ringing at the top of the mountain.

The enemy besieged thousands of people and I stopped.

Already very strict barriers, more United.

There was a lot of gunfire in Huang Yangjie, and it was reported that the enemy had escaped at night.

Qingpingle Liupanshan 1935. 10

The sky is high and the clouds are light, looking at the flying geese in the south.

If you don't reach the Great Wall, you are not a hero, but you will fight for 20,000.

At the top of Liupan Mountain, the red flag flutters in the west wind.

Holding a long tassel today, when will it be a black dragon?

Niannujiao Kunlun 1935 438+00

It turned out to be life, Kunlun Mountain, reading all the spring scenery in the world. You are like three million flying Yu-lung Pai, cutting through the sky. Summer dissolves, the river is full, and people are fish or turtles. Who commented on the crime of Millennium work?

Now my name is Kunlun: not so high, not so much snow. Andrew leaned against heaven and drew his sword, cutting you into three parts? One piece stays in Europe, one piece is given to the United States, and one piece is returned to the East. A peaceful world, the whole world is so cold and hot.

Three 16 character orders 1934- 1935

Mountain,

Mercedes-Benz horses have no saddles.

Looking back,

Three feet three inches above the sky.

Mountain,

Overturning the sea and turning the river into a huge wave.

Run wild,

Ten thousand horses are still fighting.

Mountain,

Pierce the blue sky, and it won't hurt.

Heaven wants to fall,

Something to rely on.

Days and nights whizzing by in my eyes

Grass and gold surge in my chest.

Yan Di Long Pao Neijing

Muddy tears and expressions.

My youth, my bloody breath.

When I hold a copper pot to warm my eyes, tears flow like a river.

Who is your drunken boat?

Suppress one's throbbing chest

I look forward to the Beidou full of thunder.

A thousand Yellow River diaries were unveiled by you.

A thousand diaries are Qian Fan's back.

Qian Fan's back. You're back.

When I lead the cattle and drive the sheep, I disappear into your noisy entrance at dusk.

When I drag my children, help the old and take care of the young, and live and roam on your road.

When the brazier on my head worships your deep source

Yellow River I long for a bumper harvest after the storm.

My black hair and white hair are in the Yellow River and thousands of feet.

I flew thousands of feet along the Yellow River.

I dream of the Yellow River in Tiema Glacier.

My canoe crossed the Yellow River in Wanzhong Mountain.

I really can't take my photo away from the Yellow River with my face.

I really took my songs away, but I couldn't take my feelings away.

The rising sea can't drown the sunset in my heart.

The world of mortals in the eyes, the river is getting worse and worse and can't be buried.

My river that never hits the south wall and never looks back.

My river without coffins and tears

I can't reach the Great Wall, not a hero's river.

My river won't die if it can't see the sea.

My blows and blows hit the bustling river.

My stumbling river

I can't leave without a river.

When the stone turns into foam,

When bones turn into waves

Sorghum fell and there was blood.

When tears are shaped into wheat ears of highland barley

When my feet are covered with mud, I have a hard job in my hand.

Yellow River You are the song I want to sing when I am tired.

A whip shadow drives a carriage full of flames and tears.

A village full of apricot blossoms and moistened by folk songs

Drunk, the north wind stands in your Hedong Hexi Henan Hebei

Yellow River, I am the mountain you grew up watching.

The flowers in Shandandan are colorful, and your mountains made of water and slopes made of waves are colorful.

Little by little, the stars in the sky light your pulse with nine twists and eighteen bends.

When I was humming that nursery rhyme under the scorching sun and frost.

Long live the motherland.

Long live the motherland! Like a bell ringing in the sky.

Every note is a thrilling spring thunder.

Long live the motherland! The loudest compliment

Let me cry.

Long live the motherland! Chorus for five thousand years.

As vivid and magnificent as the wind blowing the wheat waves

Visit the grassland and watch the eagle and goose parade.

Walk into the mountains and watch the scenery in the seasonal cycle in the wind and bird songs.

The flag of the new century rises in Ran Ran.

Let me cheer and revel in the towering buildings.

Look at Wan.

There are infinitely beautiful scenery.

Long live the motherland! Standing tall is the green hill.

It's the green water that refuses to take a firm side.

The immortality of the mountain has shaped the magnificent scenery of 5000 years.

The water has lost its prestige for 5,000 years.

In the fireworks of the festival

I am the bud of burning and explosion.

Long live the motherland! long distance call

Wonderful compliment

In the ranks of people

I am a wheat on the national emblem.

On the flowers and green trees of the motherland

I'm a flight planner.

Long live the motherland! Long live the motherland!

How many dynasties have you experienced?

A generation of tianjiao is gone.

God's palace collapsed.

Only the Great Wall of Wan Li will never die.

Long live the motherland! A hymn of my life

The light in my blood

In my life,

Everything outside can be given up.

The only thing I can't give up

Is our great ~ ~ ~ ~ China people * * and China.