Poems and ancient poems describing National Day

The complete works of ancient poems about the National Day, 1, Du Fu's longing for spring, although the country is broken, the mountains and rivers will last forever, and the vegetation will spring back.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

After three months of war, a letter from home is worth a ton of gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

2. Li Qingzhao's "Summer quatrains" was born as a hero and died as a ghost.

Today, people still miss Xiang Yu because he refused to live and returned to the East.

3. Fan Chengda's "State Bridge" The north and south of the State Bridge are Tianjie, and the elders wait to drive back every year.

With tears streaming down her face, she asked the messenger, "When will the Sixth Army really come?" 4. When will the singing and dancing in the West Lake stop outside the Qingshan Building outside the "Title Lin 'an Mansion" in Lin Sheng?

Warm winds make tourists drunk and make Hangzhou a continent.

Poems on National Day. Lu You's "Xiuer" knows that everything is empty, and I am sad to see Kyushu.

Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!

6. Lu You's "Feeling the Fen Gate Will Meet the Cold at Dawn in Autumn Night" East of Wan Li is a sea of people, and 5,000 people are still climbing skyscrapers.

It's another year for the adherents to cry in the dust and look south to Julian Waghann.

7. Wen Tianxiang's "Crossing the Ocean" is a lonely life.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.

The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.

8. Yu Qian's "Lime Song" chisels out the deep mountains, and if the fire burns idle.

Don't be afraid of being smashed to pieces, leaving innocence in the world.

9, the mighty sorrows and sorrows are slanting in the daytime, and the whip refers to the horizon.

I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.