Luliang Song

□ Li San

Look up

Light in front of the eyes

Ringling music in the loess

Memory memories of thousands of years

Dissolve into the high skull top

The Yellow River uses Pentium's face

Looking up at your height

The waves are muddy and muddy

Deep imagination

Say into your bone blood

Sky blue

Decline

The reserved imagination is in the common people

Concrete in transparent sight

Life will be

Through the immortal soul of the Republic

And the hard and tall spine

Become a lofty and great symbol

Can't hear the sound of the north wind far away

Seven -color halo is opening

The back of the lying on the sky

Write Man Boga and Vicening

The octagonal hat of the Red Army on the bank of the Yellow River

Still burning marks that have been wiped by bullets

Dongdu's cannon

Make the mud sediment instantly

Liu Hulan's story

The value of survival and death

Write into the pages of Dashan Emotional Page

Essays of national spirit and old districts

All overnight

I am an ordinary poet

But when the spring breeze passes

Move again

All rhythm

Passion and time pour

Out in the wave of wave -like heart

This kind of devotion is always the same

This shout is unchanged for thousands of years

Using the topic of the gods

Connecting ancient and future

Use the stage across time and space

Rehees the beautiful scenery of his hometown

Shanliang is the wings of flying

Kiln cave is a treasured self -confidence

Fengsha can't bury glory

I can't wash it in the years

Heavy weight

Let the ancient wind soak every green pine

And a cluster of light green and light red

The color that dyes hope in spring

Read the boiling of Luliang

Reading to understand Dashan's commitment

Land from stiff to gentleness

Open from the small road to the big road

When Yuanshan is half asleep and wakes up

Did not forget the original feeling

Black minerals and yellow valley beans

Stretching the stretching arm

Hugging the richer village

Caiyun fluttering

Passing in groups through the top of the head

Green and green

Interpret the spirit of the old district

Hardness is not

No edge days

Struggle is a stepping

Rhythm of the valley

Shan Lan Nuanyue

Wind Crushing Cloud

Many days

Cultivation of immortal vows

I saw

A big river sings in the outlook

—Ada Mountain takes off in frank

Mother no longer has a kneeling posture

History is full of smiles of the era

today

The moment I walked in spring

Luliang

This running mountain

Use its dream color

Write the people's expectations

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