Reciting poems fragrant mountain red leaves

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The first draft was published in the spring of 1994

——Inscription: The sun is at the top of Beijing, and another round of the sun rises in Beijing

The fragrant mountains are heavy, the red leaves are light,

Xiangshan has been silent for a long time

The heart that hardens into stone

Looking forward to a ringing autumn has become a formation

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Foreword: I wrote this very stupidly

People don't love it anymore

Reciting poems

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But if it weren't for it

I would never leave my sick bed for more than a month

It costs more than 100 yuan a day to save your life

Father's bedside

Come here

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For it is one side that I want to sing

The great hope of the Chinese nation

It's not just about being a sad only son

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People talk a lot about the individual

And when I shed tears for my father

It's still hanging on his cheeks

"Volkswagen" is a must

Great consciousness

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Stupidity pressed my fingers

The first half of the poem had to be rewritten

- I'm very reluctant

What is removed is a big temper

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(1). The maple leaves of Xiangshan are red

The blood vapor of the world's largest nation

Dyed red peonies

Ascending to Xiangshan has become a brilliant color

The shroud became an auspicious cloud in the capital

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The Great Wall, the eyebrows of the North and Beijing soared

Xiangshan, blooming a red smile

Hung on Beijing's face for a long time

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The hope that the yellow-skinned people had accumulated fermented

Xiangshan, a large red mushroom

Hold up the clear sky for the capital

This fiery holy place in the heart of the motherland is heating up

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The eyes of the Chinese people in their hearts lit up

Xiangshan lit up a big wall lamp for the industrious Beijing

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The maple leaves of Xiangshan are red

Another round of the sun rises in the north

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(2). Red maple leaves

(The autumn leaves of Xiangshan are red.)

The cliff rock of my heart

The sub-rules of the poem are red

The sound of the waves opened the heart)

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I want to be in the form of autumn leaves and join you

Your leaf shape is the unencroached territory of China

Your leaf pattern is the sparkling waves of the Yellow River

It is the wrinkles on the foreheads of the martyrs

You are the lungs agitated by the red heart of the motherland

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Fragments of the red flag that flew out of the smoke of gunfire hang here

You are the gauze of the martyrs who are wrapped in wounds, and you are cool here

You are the headscarves of the late Yuan scholars, and you are sacrificed together

You are the torch of more than a billion Chinese people who yearn for the Olympic Games

You are the peace-loving red carrier pigeons of the Chinese people, and they are released together

You are torches that have been passed down from your ancestors to those who have passed on to those who have passed on to those who have passed on to those who have passed on to you

You are the Red Scarves of the Young Pioneers fluttering together

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(3). Trance seeing

(Bright red fragrant mountain sandalwood bridges.)

Zen-like)

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In a trance, I saw that it was a pair of sincere iron shoulders

Carrying the Great Wall

In a trance, I saw that it was a majestic mind

Raised family affection

In a trance, I saw that it was countless pairs of hot-blooded hands

Picked up Beijing

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The congested brain marrow of the Red Leaf Xiangshan Shina people

The face of the old man I look up at in Momiji Fragrant Mountain

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I see Xiangshan as if I saw the red pupils of the Chinese leader

Walking into Xiangshan is like walking into the bloodshot eyes of our ancestors

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(4). Light

(I caught the fragrant mountains and autumn leaves from the sky.)

I rose along the cigarette

Seeing Xiangshan is a big red candle

It is a bouquet of high incense

Sacrificed before the spirits of countless martyrs)

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Light, let the soul of Mr. Sun Zhong Shan rest quietly in this Biyun Temple

Quiet, listen to the sound of the waves from the maple tree

There is wind, and here it is the same wind as the national flag is flying

Here, the autumn wind is together, and the leaves are applauding

The applause stirred up countless heroic shouts

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Listen, Li Dakan said:

"Try to look at the future Huanyu, it will be the world of red flags"

Listen. Chairman Mao solemnly declared:

"The Chinese people have stood up since then"

Listen, Deng Lao pointed out:

We must build socialism with Chinese characteristics

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Xiangshan red maple is the national color of the sky

The color of red leaves is the national color of China

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(5). Never forget

How can you forget this fire that is born with wood?

How can you forget the fire of the cave people on the top of the mountain, the fire of the Afang Palace, and the fire of the red cliff

How can we forget the fire of the Wuchang uprising in Guangzhou

How can you forget the fire in Nanchang and the fire in Gangshan

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How can you forget the fireworks of the National Day Gala of the eight-year Anti-Japanese War

How can you forget the fire of the Great Xing'an Mountains in the special period

The red maple forest of Xiangshan is blazing, and a big sigh is immortal

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We will never forget that a birthmark left by history is branded on the forehead of the Chinese nation

- The fire of the Old Summer Palace scorched the most intoxicating dimples on Bei Jing's face

Xiangshan lit up a big red police light

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(6). Long hope

Every year there is a present day, and every year there is a golden autumn

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Every old man in China has a leaf here

Every red leaf is a lung of an old man in China

This is the heart of all the old Chinese people burning together

This is a living old man who piously worships the dead

- here

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Maple Grove has to stand here every year

Hold this face high and permeate the blood of its predecessors

- Great Hope

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Postscript: What kind of grand image is needed to wish the victory of the 18th CPC National Congress? When we first know the red leaves of Xiangshan, she is like the red scarves of thousands of our teenagers fluttering together; when we meet the red leaves of Xiangshan again, isn't she just a smile on the face of the young people in Beijing? When we see that the autumn maple of Xiangshan is already strong, it turns out that this is another round of red sun in the capital; when we first meet the red leaves of Xiangshan, it is like walking into the bloody chest of our ancestors; and when we go to Xiangshan in autumn, this is exactly the great hope of the motherland!

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[What Shen Zhou said]:

1). In the endless time and space between the South Pole and the North Pole, it is the most beautiful scenic spot in the world.

2). Benzhou doesn't understand, sad face, Chen hurt and exclaimed, attack one by one, and then continue to be fragrant, forbearance is light. The purple lotus is small, and the stars are purple and chestnut red. Qiaozi has no ink name, Yiren and I Tang Feng!

3). Although the chapter of the novel has been set by the predecessors, it is too rigid, how can there be a latecomer to write only his own intelligence, to be myself, to write my own words, to write the words of the heart, even if it is a punctuation, but also full of emotion

4). What is poetry, Shen Zhou is less and less understood. Maybe it's just a kind of distance, there are countless forks and detours, close to some authors, far away from some readers, and some readers always arrive before the author.

5). When a woman asks this, there is usually a following, not just a simple conversation. In the face of this situation, that is, when a beautiful woman asks if you want to, male citizens should be especially careful. We usually only have two clear paths to take, and for the sake of the fact that some readers can read this paragraph carefully, whoever solves the sinking boat will not sell the guanzi, and directly sue you, you are either a turtle with a shrunken head and pretending not to understand the sound outside the strings; you or you just accept your fate, and it is a pleasure to let a woman slaughter once! This phenomenon has nothing to do with age, only about gender.

6). My perception comes from labor, is the real income of labor, these income does not refer to material benefits, my labor income is unique, will never be stolen, can also be shared, will not be more and more thin will only be more and more.

7). I slept last night, still thinking about the faces of the 6,000 pig brothers, looking at myself, and I was just one of them.

8). Our life has been doomed to most of the procedures, and the insignificance of the individual is like this. Fortunately, with your tips, we can still work hard within the norm if we are unwilling.

9). When I wrote this song, I was still preparing for my first trip to Beijing. If you don't see it in person, you can see what no one has ever seen.