游思滴绿，恰得忆花絮，翩翩凝聚。

                     曾以欢歌梳稻浪，汗洒青春无稽。

                     油塔齐天，戎装军履，皆已随风去。

                     韶华已尽，泛起千万思绪。

                     撩起鬓下霜花，挥毫弄墨，执卷依清曲。

                     朗朗诗情弹惬意，还我少时英气。

                     垂目兰芳，茗香索趣，廊下鸣黄鹂

                     今非昔比，佐人生再伏枥。

                     闲来一叙，闲思旧地，闲情别趣。
                     回眸四十载，畅然夕阳聚。

                    月朗清风听古曲，五十八、诞辰欣愉。
                    婵娟奉纤手，为君燃蜡炬

                                         雨没有颜色。
                                         雨就是水。
                                         雨自天而降，
                                         但你看不到她的根。

                                         雨是有生命的，
                                         那一个个鲜活的灵魂，
                                         不都在她的孕育之中吗。

                                         然而，
                                         雨有时是残暴的，
                                         那灭顶之灾中，
                                         常能看到她的身影。

                                         难道也要给雨三七开，
                                         还是四六开，
                                         不，不能这样简单的给她定论。
                                         她的到来是天地约定的，
                                         亘古未变，
                                         而是接纳她的万物，
                                         却不能完全认同。
                                         任何事物都有两重性，
                                         因势利导，开辟新径，会创造很多奇迹，很多完美，不是吗？

                                         雨受到过期盼，
                                         雨受到过赞颂，
                                         雨也受到过指责，
                                         雨也受到过诅咒。

                                         但雨很自信，
                                         执著的冲刷着每个角落，
                                         以为，
                                         凭着他们的努力，
                                         一定能洗净整个世界，
                                         因为那夹着疾风的骤雨，
                                         曾经搏动着时代的脉搏。

                                                                             房已倒

                                                                             气尚在

                                                                             拉一把

                                                                             站起来

                                                                             气吞山河

                                                                             壮心澎湃

                                                                             别看那旗杆脆若秸秆儿

                                                                             别看那旗面仿若纸片儿

                                                                             飘扬的是中国农民的雄心

                                                                             展示的是铁打的英雄气概

                                                                             瓦砾下埋的是亲人的亡魂

                                                                             废墟前站起的是英雄豪迈

                                                                             不屈不挠的中国人啊

                                                                             我们永远不会被击败

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