"Man Jiang Hong" two poems (poems)
Yu Hui
Chalk career, Zhu Batch, a little tears. A few more times, deeper moonlight, overnight perched crows. Full of depression only paper and pencil, dark old sideburns in dreams. Hopefully, a good peach and plum will be all over the world.
Plant roots and shoots, do not see flowers, work hard, and boast. When will you return home when you are outside the clouds? The one who cares about it also wears it all down and indulges in a cup of bitter tea. Where the gaze is gazed, the wind and snow are oppressive, and the yarn is cold. ——Manjiang Hong, grassroots teacher
The beginning of the school is imminent, and the morning is again, and the sky is peach and plum. Looking back, online lesson games, the teacher urged. It is rare for people to laugh, and their studies are chaotic. Mo waited idle, folded the moon in the laurel, and then gasped.
The world's affairs are never urgent, and they should strive for inches and yin. Ride a flat boat to the sea, like walking on the ground. Shushan has a road for the road, and the blue wisps of the road cut thorns. Wait to start from the beginning, learn the new from the past, and no one is invincible. ——Man Jiang Hong • Chinese Students (written before the start of school during the epidemic)
![I didn't know the meaning of the words at first, and then read the lamentation ghost painting - commenting on the water town Yisuo's "Manjianghong • Expressing Huai"[fig]](data:image/gif;base64,R0lGODlhAQABAIAAAP///wAAACwAAAAAAQABAAACAkQBADs=)