There are some poems or stories praising Yang Jiajiang. thank you

The feeling of a bloody battle on the golden beach-all corners of the country, crying at the same time

Colorful flags are flying and drums are beating everywhere.

Hunting thousands of miles, just to protect the family.

The journey is arduous and fearless, and the father and son are United as one.

Good news spread frequently outside the mountain, and the song of triumph cleansed people's hearts and made people happy.

The traitor hid personal grievances and vowed to feed the loyal bones to the tiger and the wolf.

Outside the Golden Beach, Hongmen Banquet, Lianglang Valley, poison net.

In the fog cage, Jinsha splashed blood and mud, and Dalang Jiro died of exhaustion.

Hate Taiwan whimpers and the waning moon falls, and bows like flying locusts lead arrows.

Angry horses lurk in their hoofs, and evil valleys are locked.

Joule volunteered to lead Yun Zhi, preferring to devote himself to the battlefield.

There is no hope for help, and thousands of crossbows are rampant.

Li Lingbei spoke his mind and stared at the mountains and rivers with tears in his eyes.

I hope I can serve my country with this length, so why not be afraid to bury bones in the grave?

The heroic spirit is soaring, he died for his country, and he is very generous.

Flowers bloom and rain fall, and thousands of loyal souls return to their hometowns.

Crying at the same time, a thousand generations strive for fame.

Auntie's Heart Melody-Farewell Sacrifice-Dedicated to Dalang

Forever sad husband, sad tears!

How can you stand it? I'm alone!

Every day is accompanied by a moon, and every night is bitter!

Hating the sky is greed. My husband lost his motherland, but I lost my kite!

Sick souls are often found, sad and depressed!

The wind in Dieyun is very strong, and the waves are beating against the coast. Husband's soul will never die!

Heaven and earth have no edges, and mountains and rivers have no rivers.

I will be with you forever!

Shiro's Heart Melody —— Thinking

In the middle of the night, Hu Jia came back from her dream and looked at her hometown in tears.

The frosty and snowy night is ruthless, and Kunpeng returns to Wan Li.

Seven Niang's Heart Melody-Thinking of People

The autumn wind whispers to the sound of fallen leaves, and the flute disgusts the sad sound.

Who lives in a small building, who lives alone and yearns for the bright moon in a different place?

Seven virgin letters:

Meditation on a rainy night —— A letter to my husband air billow

Next is my husband air billow:

At night, the rain hits the phoenix tree. I looked at the rain by the window and felt very anxious. I have been away from Beijing for several days. Is my husband healthy?

I am at home, serving my mother-in-law, and everything is fine. Ideal has sorrow and sadness, and it is difficult to calm down when expecting and missing her husband.

"Those are ecstasy, but they are not."

I still remember the day of the war, when you crossed the horse with a gun, full of heroic spirit, left hook and right block, showing your brilliance.

When I first met my husband, he smiled like the rising sun and envied peaches and apricots. Cloud dance place, attire fluttering, elegant. Like a dragon and a phoenix among people, it stands out from the crowd. Seeing my husband's face, my heart fluttered and moved with the wind.

Hand in hand with my husband, climb the dangerous beach and gully, enjoy the lonely smoke in the desert and watch the sunset grow round. I admire my husband's heroic spirit, just like flapping his wings, chic and magnificent; I admire my husband's verve, as majestic as the waves.

Here, my heart has been troubled by my husband, and my spirit has been tripped by my husband. The sooner you love, the better. Smile. Ideal timidity and shyness are beyond words.

Fortunately, my husband is in my heart. He cherishes my heart and is sincere to me. Make a covenant of III, and make a century-long Qin Jin. My husband is like a rock, and I am my own diaosi. The winding is the same, and it will never change.

However, it backfired. My husband has set foot on his own journey, stirring, peaceful and secure the world. I feel sad and hesitate to take care of it.

Helpless, I said goodbye to my husband and I cried.

It makes me sad to see the color of my husband. It is often sad to miss my husband and I can't sleep at night.

Jin Goma iron, swallow Changhong enemy heartless, husband to tube!

When the storm comes at night, my heart is weak. Schiff knows what I mean. I hope my husband will pity me. It is also the time to fight against the enemy.

The rain outside the curtain is gradually resting, and the east is already white.

The bonfire shines, and the song of triumph is dull. The desert is bitter and cold. May my husband live in Taian!