Text: Tianya Poetry Beggar

The front and back are all red.

On a sunny day, the crow will not silence its shadow.

Beat in the dark

Pigeons are flying in the sky

It was a blue sky.

This is a red and green mountain forest.

I said to myself, love

Worship every standing soul.

Everything has the right to a good life.

My red diary

One page remembers a heroic story.

Whenever the red sun rises

I sat by the small window and wrote a poem.

Sunshine is new every day.

I also wrote sentimental raindrops.

It seems that someone is telling.

Those stormy years

The soldier fell down and stood up again.

The monument stands tall and memorable.

Every moment of them affects my life.

If we can't remember and inherit their legacy,

There is no roof of the world. Heaven and earth also reflect.

? Looking up at the sky in Chaozhou

Looking up at the sky in Chaozhou

I seem to be one of them.

one's courage doubles

Accelerate breathing

I seem to be a drop of the Han River.

Improve one's figure

Bowed his head.

Go deep into it, not a bystander.

Seen maple leaf red

Si si da Wu Tong

Branches and vines are extraordinary heroes.

Streets and alleys hold high red flags and sing the spring breeze.

The rising sun rises in the sky.

look at me

I want to fly.

Even a meteor.

There are also lights to illuminate yourself and others.

The earth that once passed by will hurt.

Now the pace of progress can sing.

Every trip has a purpose.

Trains sometimes play a childish role.

Leave a sunny smile where you have been.

Looking up at the sky in Chaozhou

Everyone has a red dream.