Liu Zhang’s famous quotes

1. "Hometown"

The mountains of Wei'e are filled with blooming flowers;

The small streams are curved and sparkling;

In the forest Birds, noisy and graceful;

Simple folks, honest smiles,

The heroes of that time had freckles on their temples,

There were also teenagers who looked like tigers and lambs?

Hometown, you are a good poem in my heart!

2. "Xiangyin"

Bafang dialect, local accent!

The male has an earthy smell, while the female has the sound of rocks.

The young man talks and laughs, while the girl sings and sings.

The aunt’s nagging and the aunt’s coaxing grandson,

their voices also have a good melody!

3. "On the Pasture"

Half the mountain is filled with flowers and half the mountain is covered with grass,

Half the mountain is covered with white clouds and half the mountain is goats,

It is so crowded that birds fly God.

The sheep are fat and the grass is fresh,

The sheep eat the green grass like rain,

Gently move a cloud of smoke? "Song of Yanshan" Yanshan Mountain, Passing through the sky,

Yanshan River has high waves.

Moved to Yanshan Mountain as a dam,

Hanging Yanshui River on the mountainside. 4. "Night Climb to Tianjie Bee in Xiamen" Walking along Ziyun Trail,

directly towards Tianjie Peak.

Tea is fragrant and clouds are dripping with dew,

Stars are born in the quiet spring;

The night color of the cage is pale,

The sea breeze is gentle on the face.

Looking at the vast distance,

bowed down thousands of lanterns.

5. "Climbing the Xingyin Pavilion" The setting sun and the lake,

The hundred-foot Chunfeng Tower,

The place where Qu Zi Xingyin was,

The Yangtze River flows day and night!

6. "Girl"

I was born on the day of the Beginning of Spring.

I named her Xiangchun.

On the day of the full moon, my father was rebelled.

My mother was angry and left the root of the disease.

Welcome spring, and the temperature drops in spring!

In the countryside, dedicate summer to mom,

three big bundles of pigweed a day;

dedicate winter to dad,

gather firewood Make a fire and let me read poetry at night.

Who cares about reading? 7. "Photography" The dusty tile-roofed house has whitewashed walls,

a row of poplars in half an acre of borderland, cabbage seedlings half as tall as a person,

golden flowers and golden butterflies.

My sister-in-law stood in the flowers,

asked me to take a photo,

it was this place and this time again,

without thinking , who can forget.