A poem about the patriotism of prostitutes.

Poems about prostitutes' patriotism are as follows:

Du Mu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, wrote a poem: "Businessmen and women don't know how to hate their country, but they still sing flowers in the garden after crossing the river." It is said that prostitutes have no patriotism and only value money.

However, in the history of China, there was a prostitute: when the country was in danger, she gave everything to support the country and comfort the frontline soldiers; When the dog thief of Jin wanted to be her beauty and asked her to wait on the queen, she never went to bring disgrace to oneself and died for her country. This is unique in the long history of China. She is Li Shishi, a famous prostitute in the Northern Song Dynasty.

Sad childhood

Li Shishi is the daughter of Wang Yin, a dyer in Yongqingfang, the East Second Room of Bianjing, the capital of the Northern Song Dynasty. Wang Yin's wife died after giving birth to this daughter. Wang Yin's family is not rich, so he can only feed his children with rice soup instead of milk, so that the children can survive. The child has never cried. At that time, there was a folk custom in Bianjing. If parents like newborn children, they should dedicate their lives to Brahma.

Wang Yin likes this daughter very much, so she gave the child to Baoguang Temple. At this time, the child will cry. An old woman teased the child and said, "What is this place and you are here?" I don't know why, but the child began to cry. The old woman touched the child's head and stopped crying. Wang Yin said that he was glad that his child was a real empty heir. At that time, empty disciples were generally called "teachers", and Wang Yinshuang named the children "teachers".

When she was four years old, her father Wang Yin was arrested and died in prison. She became homeless and became a fox. Seeing that she was a good swimmer, Li Lao, a turtle, adopted her and taught her to sing, dance, play the piano, play chess, read and draw. Teachers are always smart and quick to learn. Her own music often shames those musicians.

Warrior Lanling Liu Yinzhi

Liu Yin is straight and smoky. On the Sui Dyke, I have seen it several times, waving water and floating cotton to see me off and looking at my old country. Who knows Changting Road, a tired guest in Beijing? Over the years, you have to cross thousands of feet with soft strips. Wandering around looking for ancient traces. The wine left the table when the funeral music and lights shone. Pear blossom and elm fire urge cold food. Worry about an arrow, the wind is fast, and half a wave is warm. I can count posts as soon as I turn around, hoping that people are at the ends of the earth. The accumulation of sadness and hatred.

Gradually leaving pu haunts, Tianjin is silent. Sunset, Ran Ran, endless spring. Read the moon and join hands, and smell the flute on the bridge. Meditation on the past is like a dream with dark tears.