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"Bodhisattva Man (seeing off a female companion)"-Qiu Jin cold wind suddenly invaded the window, and the curtain was lazy and walked to the cloister. Moonlight entering tall buildings makes people homesick. Boundless housework makes a pair of moths. In case of early plum blossoms, you should send one! "Wine"-Qiu Jin spared no expense to buy nod, mink and fur can be exchanged for wine. A cavity of blood is diligent and precious, even if spilled, it can become Bi Tao. "Moon"-Qiu Jin is full of toads and Wan Li is full of crystals. According to the ground, it is suspected that the frost is dew, and the ground is like water and jade. Someone drank wine to welcome the cup and asked, where can I play the flute? The curtain of the 24 th bridge is completely turned, and the reunion is in the shadow. Mei 1- Qiu Jin, originally the first branch of Yaotai, came to the world with a beautiful face. Why don't you see Lin Hejing? Traveling around the world is more bound by water. Mei 2 —— Qiu Jin Bingzi is not afraid of ice and snow, and is ashamed to be near the ancient cen in Qionglou. The bid is independent, and I am willing to teach Fu Gui to take the initiative. The Song of the Sword-Emperor Yan of Qiu Jin was injured and lost. When did Mang hate snow? There is no equal right in the world, only power. When it comes to rise and fall, words are torn. The sword comes from the golden city, and justice does not rely on red iron. Life and death pay a dime, and life is here. When you are hungry, you want to spit on your enemy's head. When you are thirsty, you want to drink the blood of Huns. Xia Gu Ling (Shan Zeng) is proud of Kyushu and does not believe in being folded. The blood stain has turned blue, and Hanwang fined three feet. Shanxi north and south are arbitrarily divided into five points, and the clothes are weak and difficult to resign. Don't you see that bullfighting is firm but gentle? Have a grudge in your chest? It's amazing that it's a few crisp autumn days without revealing the peak. A box is hidden in the dark, but a bosom friend is hard to meet on earth. The empty mountain was frightened by the wind and rain overnight, and I was anxious to turn the dragon into a dragon. The treasure light is bright and shocking, and it is dark and colorless for nine days. Read history books by the sword, there are many traitors in the books. The Central Plains suddenly became sheep farm, and the wind was blowing in Yu Yu. Who will open the darkness of the world except the general and Mo Xie? Kill all monsters and clarify the duty of the world. He doesn't care about the success or failure of the years, but relies on blood to serve the country. Song of the Pan-East China Sea-Qiu Jin rides a white dragon in the sky and crosses a tiger in the mountain. Omnipotent, high spirits. Adults should walk with gods and animals and care for the children of dolphins and dogs! See Xiang Yu Julu War, Liu Xiu Lei Zhen Kunyang Drum, about twenty years old, can prosper Han and Chu; Never dare to kill, it is brave. I am ashamed that I am 27 years old and have not made up for it in the world. Empty negative current situation worries, there is no policy to drive Land Rover. Fortunately, in the dust, ambition will not rot. Whenever I hear drums, I feel angry. Its nai forces are solitary, and the group is useless. Because of this, it flooded the East China Sea, and it won the support of strong men. Song (1907)—— At sunset in the Han Palace in Qiu Jin, the ancient country over 5,000 years ago perished. After sleeping for hundreds of years, everyone doesn't know how to be a slave. Looking back, my ancestral surname is Xuanyuan, and my native place is Kunlun. Dig the Yellow River and the Yangtze River, and set the Central Plains with a big knife. What can I do if I cry Meishan? The imperial city buries bronze camels with thorns. Looking back at Beijing several times, I cried a lot of sad songs about national subjugation. Go north to join hands with the eight countries and send me away. Honky came to the west to knock the alarm bell, and the Han people were shocked to break the slave dream. My master gave me Jin Cuodao, and today I am proud of it. Red iron doctrine is common today. Mu Yu Ri Yue Bai Bao Guang committed suicide seven feet He Angzang? Vowing to rise from the dead, world peace depends on armed forces. If you don't regard Jing Ke as Qin Ke, you will see the whole dagger. Although the blow in front of the temple missed, it has taken the soul of the overlord. I want to help my motherland with my own hands, and slaves are all over Yuyu. Nerho, heart death? I helped write this "Song of Bao Dao". Bao Dao's songs strengthened courage, and the soul of national subjugation aroused more. What is a sword and chivalrous man? I have an old grudge in my life. Don't think that the ruler is not strong enough to save the country. May heaven and earth be furnaces, yin and yang be charcoal, and iron gather in six continents. Create a treasure knife and clarify China. The glorious name of the ancestor Huangdi has washed away the shame of thousands of years of national history! Childhood sealed in memory (excerpt)-Helen Keller (When I opened my eyes, I found that I couldn't see anything, my eyes were dark, and I was as frightened and sad as if I had had a nightmare. I will never forget that feeling in my life. 1880 On June 27th, I was born in Tusgambia, Alabama, in the southern United States. Paternal ancestors came from Sweden and immigrated to Maryland, USA. Incredibly, one of our ancestors turned out to be an expert in deaf education. Who would have thought that he would have a blind, deaf and dumb offspring like me? Every time I think about it, I can't help feeling a lot. Fate is really unpredictable! Since my ancestors bought land in Tus Gambia, Alabama, the whole family has settled here. It is said that at that time, because of its remote location, my grandfather rode from Tuscany to Philadelphia 760 miles away every year to buy materials, farm tools, fertilizers and seeds needed at home and on the farm. Every time my grandfather is on his way to Philadelphia, he always writes a letter home to report his safety. The letter gives a clear and vivid description of the scenery along the westbound route and the people, things and things encountered during the journey. To this day, people still like to read the letters left by their grandfather over and over again, just like reading an adventure novel. My father Arthur Keller was a Confederate captain during the Civil War, and my mother katie adams was his second wife. My mother's father is several years younger than me. Before I became ill and lost my sight and hearing, the house we lived in was very small, only a big square house and a small house where a servant lived. At that time, according to the habits of southerners, they would build another room next to their home in case of emergency. After the civil war, my father built a house like this. He has lived in this small house since he married my mother. Covered with grapes, climbing roses and honeysuckle, the hut looks like a pavilion made of garden branches. The small balcony is also hidden in the flowers of yellow roses and southern poria cocos, which has become a paradise for colorful hummingbirds and careful bees. The old house where my grandparents lived is only a few steps away from our Rose Pavilion. Because our home is surrounded by dense trees and green vines, our neighbors call our home "green home". This is a paradise for childhood. Before my tutor Miss Sullivan arrived, I often walked slowly into the garden alone, leaned against the hedge of boxwood, used my sense of smell to find the first blooming violets and lilies, and inhaled the fresh fragrance deeply. Sometimes I come here alone to seek comfort when I am in a bad mood. I always hide my burning face in the cool leaves and grass to calm my restless mood. Being in this green garden is really refreshing. There are tendrils crawling on the ground, drooping jasmine, and a very rare flower called butterfly lotus. Because its easily falling petals resemble the wings of butterflies, it is called Butterfly Lotus, which gives off the smell of My Sweetie. But the most beautiful ones are the wild roses. In the greenhouse in the north, it is rare to see this climbing rose in my home in the south. It crawled everywhere, hanging upside down on the balcony in a long string, emitting fragrance without any dust. Every morning, it feels so soft and noble under the irradiation of dew, which makes people intoxicated. I can't help but think from time to time, so is the exposed orchid in God's imperial garden! The beginning of my life is simple and ordinary, just like when every family welcomes their first child, everyone is full of joy. In order to name the first child, everyone racked their brains and argued with each other, and everyone thought that the name they came up with was the most meaningful. My father wants to be named after his most respected ancestor, MiddleCampbell, while my mother wants to be named after her mother, Helen April. After repeated discussions, we decided to use grandma's name according to mom's wishes. First there was an argument about the name, and then in order to take me to church for baptism, everyone was in a hurry. My excited father forgot his name on the way to church. When the priest asked "What's the baby's name", the nervous and excited father suddenly said the name "Helen Adams". Therefore, my name is not "Helen April" after my grandmother, but "Helen Adams". My family told me that when I was a baby, I showed indomitable character. I'm full of curiosity about everything and I'm stubborn. I often want to imitate every move of adults. So, at the age of 6 months, I can send out "tea! Tea! Tea! " And "hello!" The sound attracted everyone's attention. Even the word "water" was learned by me before 1 year old. I didn't forget the words I learned before until I got sick, but I still remember the word "water". My family also told me that I can walk as soon as I turn one. My mother picked me up from the bathtub and put me on her lap. Suddenly, I found the shadows of trees shining on the smooth floor, so I slipped down from my mother's leg and stepped on it step by step. In spring, birds chirp and sing. In summer, fruits and wild roses are everywhere. When the grass is yellow and the leaves are red, it is late autumn. Three beautiful seasons passed by in a hurry, leaving a beautiful memory on a lively babbling child. However, the good times don't last long, and the happy times always end prematurely. A spring full of beautiful songs of robins and larks and full of flowers quietly disappeared in the pain of high fever. In the terrible February of the following year, I suddenly fell ill and had a high fever. The doctor's diagnosis was acute gastric congestion and cerebral congestion, and they declared that it could not be saved. But one morning, my high fever suddenly subsided, and the whole family was inexpressibly surprised by the miracle. However, this high fever has made me lose my sight and hearing, as ignorant as a baby, but they, my family and doctors, are completely ignorant.