Sentences praising Hu Yangshu's spirit

A green state in a hot desert, smiling at the wind and sand?

Huanglong is not afraid to hide from the sun, and Cang Sang will spend the Spring and Autumn Festival.

Oasis in the desert, when will the sandstorm blow badly?

Huanglong covers the sun, and the smog lasts forever.

Travel-stained in the end of the world, no rain, stubborn and strong.

Roots are nearly a thousand walls, and they have a special liking for snow and sand.

Dust covers the horizon, and iron stems and steel branches bloom with laughter.

Over the years, Gobi has been very strong, facing the cold, resisting the heat and fighting against the crazy sand.

Dance all the way to the sky, quiet and green.

Pine and cypress are just inferior in quality and heroic in Changhong.

Wandering and dancing proudly in the sky, magnanimous, cold and green.

The cypress bone is as weak as the wind, and the hero is full of lofty sentiments.

Thousands of years of tall and straight yellow sand, ten thousand generations of glorious and heroic.

The tree is a hero, and the steel is self-sufficient.

In the morning and evening, fighting drought will stop the yellow sand, and ten thousand generations will be called tree chivalrous men.

Hard-core steel bars have a good reputation, and adversity is also prosperous.

The hero's soul still worships the past and shakes the old branches in various postures.

The four seas are famous for singing in the desert. After many years, they proudly presented new poems.

The soul of a hero is heroic and heroic, and can be called the teacher of all things.

I am really proud of the earth-shattering. Iraqis feel that they have been endowed with new poems.

Barren mountains are like fire, and unyielding branches are fearless.

It's hard to disappear after a while, but the time has come, and the thin leaves in spring are far away.

The sun is burning like a flame, and the dead branches and yellow leaves are more and more vigorous.

Yuan Ming only said that chrysanthemums are thin, and our generation should be honest and immortal.

The camel bell in the desert is yellow in Wan Li, and the horizon is full of geese.

There is no cliff to miss the wind and frost road, the hometown of blood and tears.

The camel bells in the desert are strong and far away, and the horizon is full of geese.

Infinitely yearning for the wind and frost road, blood and tears Hu hometown.

There are new branches in the vast Gobi and tobacco leaves all over the sky.

Guarding the silk mottled road, the natural barrier thrives.

The vast Gobi spit out new branches and leaves all over the sky.

How long will it take to defend the Silk Road?

In spring, birds sing to wake up the forest; In summer, flowers and bees are dancing and camel bells are ringing.

The sky is blue, camel bells ring, and occasionally Leng Xue falls.

Golden decorations in the desert, funeral lamentations will not wait.

A gloomy river dyed the brocade rust, but the vast Wan Li paintings are still there.

The sun burns and stands forever, and the wind and rain come with pride and stubbornness.

Where is the immortal soul? Thousands of years of green are full of colors.

The golden time is spring, and the buried sad songs are not idle.

The endless rivers are covered with splendid scenery, and the vast valleys are bright.

Wind and frost can't destroy the immortal figure, nor can the scorching sun destroy the Taoist bones and faces.

Where is the immortal soul? The frontier desert is clean and simple.

Thousands of generations are far away from the world of mortals, and the rain, snow, wind and frost are proud and gentle.

There are endless songs in the desert, and the sunset in the long river is eternal.

Chiyo is far away from the world of mortals, smiling proudly and coldly.

The desert is full of pride and eternal soul, and the loyal mission is diligent.

The heat and winter stand tall, and the wind, thunder and lightning show proudly.

Millennium life beacon cloth, guarding the silk green struggle.

Tornadoes, lightning and showers in hot and winter have stopped several times.

Haze can't destroy the color of heroes, but it always wins with the passage of time.

Live to sing for a thousand years, and face it for another thousand years after death.

It has been a thousand years since Jun, and it has been worn by mulberry fields since ancient times.

Laugh proudly for a thousand years before death and sing for a hundred years after death.

Falling down and dying, unwilling to leave, accompanied the younger generation through the mulberry garden.

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It's rare to have a green forest and a Populus euphratica desert for self-study.

Wind and sand dry up, drought adds salt and alkali, and is determined and willing to love poverty.

The oil field at the foot is unbeaten, and the ancient Silk Road rings camel bells.

Swan and wild deer are happy, and the desert scenery welcomes distinguished guests.

The desert is dark green, and Huanglong stands proudly.

Eating sand and drinking dew is not bitter, but iron bones are tender and tender.

Populus euphratica is proud, and Taklama is also a forest.

If you can't defeat your heroic ambition in a thousand years, how can you give sandman half a point?

Camel bells ring on the Silk Road, a thousand-year-old rhyme.

Waiting for the younger generation to innovate and watch the sunrise in the desert continent.

The first pearl shutter, green and dripping Turpan.

Populus euphratica doesn't sing Huangsha Road, but spring flowers and autumn fruits murmur.

The beautiful women praised the elegant charm of Populus euphratica, and between the lines, they picked the fragrance.

I don't see any rouge, and I don't smell any daughter's voice.

Shame of prodigal son, tears of love.

It is really a wonderful flower, and the desert is also fragrant.

Does the voice of nature know the bitterness of the world of mortals? Only living things have a pulse.

Populus euphratica roared angrily at the sky, and could live without rain.

Flying sand is dancing in the wind, and the sun and the moon are wasting time.

I am proud of the beauty of my life, and I am proud that I have been prosperous.

The Millennium sandstorm is as strong as the wild, and the skin is curved like a sculpture.

Hard work is still thin and hard, and they support green technology to repay the arrogance of spring.

Populus euphratica is tall and green in Xinjiang, and the desert has become a forest and ocean.

Precious resources are fertile soil, and the ecological balance is famous.

Flowers and birds have stopped in Qin, and the wind and sand outside the Great Wall are still cold.

Listening to Hu Jia folding willows at night reminds people of Chang 'an.