A hymn about Yiwu

Before coming to Yiwu

I always like to write Yiwu as an obligation.

This time I walked into Yiwu.

Watch Yiwu people run.

Their obligation is

Pushing Commodity City to the International Market

Walk into Yiwu

I'm next to the international logistics center.

Stay in this place called Xialijiaotang.

I began to look at Yiwu carefully.

A horse carriage is not a car.

The factory there is the same as the factory in Shiqiaotou.

Line up neatly.

Waiting for the world to examine.

I know the length of Zong Ze Road.

The width of Danxi North Road

And the glory of Yiwu Hotel.

I was in Futian market that time.

I almost got lost.

Bus 369 took me out of my confusion.

Xialijiaotang village entrance

A few blond foreigners

Is having a cordial conversation with the villagers

bulldozer

Here comes a bulldozer.

It drives autumn wind.

Push the night

The young driver pushed the bulldozer.

Chuankuajingyi road

Walk through Han Chun Road.

Then turn into Danxi North Road.

It stopped at a residential area in Danxi.

This used to be a building.

Green hills

After being crushed by it

The tall building has been built.

The bulldozer kept pushing forward.

It will be razed to the ground

All violations

2. Praise Yiwu's poem "Selected Poems of Yiwu" Yiwu has always had a large number of literati and many poems.

Today, some lyric songs were selected, and the scenery was more innovative. The former part of the author is from Yiwu, collecting works before the founding of the People's Republic of China. The second half is the works of people from other counties singing Yiwu's humanistic customs, both ancient and modern.

Militarily, King Tang Luobin took care of him all his life, and his spirit overflowed the three armies. The wild sun is divided into Ying Ge, while the stars are combined with the sword.

Bow strings lead the Chinese moon, while horses practice Chen Hu. Not life, but death.

When I first came out of Zhuji, Fu Zheng was driving on Huaiyuan Road, which was full of dangers. Fine smoke comes over the mountain, and it is light and frozen.

The wild fog is dark and the mountain wind is cold. The imperial city is by the river, and Yu Xue rests on the river.

The orange line is going to be changed, and I am uneasy. It's hard to sing Long song with tears in your eyes.

Yu Yishui sent someone here to bid farewell to yan dan, and a strong man was crowned. No one was there at that time, and the water is still cold today.

Teenagers are always pregnant, governors are shallow, and they don't know how to deal with them. If a word is fragrant, the whole world stinks like blue.

Jian sichu, Jin zhui Xu Han. An open-minded person is entrusted, and it is unreasonable to follow suit.

It's too dangerous to cross the mountain. It's time to sigh. Forgetting opportunities is common, but being stupid is different.

Ruan Ji Xiao Kong, Liu Kun is not alone. Lian Fang Shi Bu Yuan, Sanqiu Yue Long Group.

Sophora japonica is not full of meaning, and it is cold because it is scattered late. Worry is anxious, worry is drunk.

Don't drain the water, but play at the laity in the air. The rain is good. Song Yanbei Chen, Yu Zhou Zhuo our troops, clouds meet, heaven and earth are clear.

Crying and crying collapsed, and something happened. I went to Beijing without even taking care of the road. Every fellow villager laughed at the emaciation of his servant and horse, but he was still ashamed to rush over. According to the saddle, this is not Ma Yuan, so how can he accuse Wang Zun? Lu is finally grateful that sweat can see the country. Don't bully the weak and be afraid of the strong, and plan to go to Kinmen.

The early umbrella hangs down the sand road, the water is long and the mountains are long, and there are many flowers. Looking at the situation, I have a well-thought-out plan, and I am slow and calm. Song Zuyin, the stone wall is exquisite, and the houses are built in the mountains between the old eyes, and the pines are looming.

There are thousands of bamboos left on the land, and there is a nest wind on the edge of the forest. I want to sleep quietly, dream of spring, sit idly and watch the moon fall in the sky.

Behave yourself in this life, and future generations care more? It's over. Knowing about Lianzhou and above, Taizhou, a retired supervisor, believed in Taoism and gave Song Shilong a once-in-a-century sense of poverty.

For example, flowers bloom in front of the wind, and glory and gratitude are also instantaneous. At that time, the cattle stood upright, which was different from the enemy.

Planting a melon in the withered land is to welcome guests. When a husband gets rich, dirt becomes treasure.

Once the favor fades, gold loses its color. I'm sorry for everything in the past and present, but I can't sigh today.

Danxi Qiaodanxi Mountain is full of love, and the remaining pages are like a circle. In the east, the double show is soaring.

I only see two peaks in front of me. The two waters come from the south to care for each other, and the west to meet and live together.

This mountain has a green land with a 10 acre garden. Look at me? But there are several houses, surrounded by bamboo and chrysanthemums.

Walking on crutches, the scenery is beautiful, sitting with an open book to read to the sages. I don't know how to share the leisure between heaven and earth.

Don't be proud of being old, but you should also be worthy of Hill. Yu Liang, the fisherman, should not be greedy for red carp, but also love green willow.

The wind comes to spend bait, and the clouds break the moon and sink the hook. A sad summer bed is a sad summer bed. The seedlings of Nanmu are not long, and the grass in Gaodong is in full bloom.

I'm trying to pay my wife's salary today, but I'm just trying to attract Ding Nan. Sad summer, hot sun? Chicken, you can't drink Qingxi when you are thirsty.

I'd rather know that in the iceberg of the waterside pavilion, wanderers often doubt that the sky is not yet west. For the death of Song Dynasty, Feng Youren, Song Dynasty, the axis of the dust-hunting fan. Who is the Hanshan River in front of you?

The solitary minister swallowed Hu Zhi, and wept for the new pavilion. Shanjinjuan Qingcun Chu Jin, Linmi Lonely Village.

Stone raspberry moss road, door barren Ficus pumila wall. Walking in autumn leaves is slippery, and standing tall and cold at night.

Returning from ploughing, hemp fiber hangs the sunset. In spring, Guiying, the pastoral miscellaneous, watches the door alone during the day. This is also a paradise.

Mei Zhu has no way to hide, and frogs are heard in other villages. Dead vines in the corner stick to trees, and wild water in the fields flows into streams.

I'll take the sentence of Spring Breeze and give it to Sha Ou Mo Yan. The embroidered lake and the yellow plains of Jin Ju are covered with clouds, the sky is hazy, and the lake is the only color.

The thin night breeze resumed and the international night snow began to accumulate. The trend of cohesion is strong, and the dust is noisy for a while.

After sitting for a long time, I heard a voice, and suddenly I heard it. One or two comrades who are against the state post have no way to go up the mountain, and the lights care about dreams.

It's a joke that the waves go away and the old white clubs compete with each other. There are thousands of stones in the chest, but nothing in the eyes.

The storm is not over, and the geese are hard to be poor. After Jiting Village, the spring breeze led the staff to Jiting again, and the first day was all water and green.

A hundred acres of blue sky, a line of geese over green enamel. Birds on the roof know that people are kind, and mountains and rivers feel spiritual.

I can't help but sigh that all the old documents are gone, and there are more than zero in the wind. In the spring, the countryside is mixed with Xingyuan. Wu plays with geese in the wild water and dries grass where there is no hedge.

Grass is green, cattle and sheep lie down at will, and there are no birds in the door. Tired of leaning on the plow, the husband needs the woman, Weng Huan hits the earth, Ge Sun.

Newcomers have no livelihood, like to patrol under the eaves and live in honey nests. In spring, the countryside is full of excitement (palindrome). Chen Yuanxi plowed all over the field, and his blood spilled mangroves.

Seedling needles are green, and wheat waves are green. During the day, chickens crow, it rains in the village, and clams bark on the cold grass beach.

Outside the stream, Yunfei fluted and the trees were covered with green onions. Embroidery and Wang Yi walked ten miles in Huachuan, and they won the competition for many years.

Liu Feng post yuhualin temple side building. Momopu, Yiruozhou.

I've been doing foreign affairs all my life, and I haven't been allowed to pay for floating gulls. Qingyan Mountain is secluded in Qingyan Mountain, building houses and reclaiming land.

Surrounded by mountains, Shuangxi sings. Bare and silent, the ring was blocked.

Lin Quan won by luck, and I lived in the dark for the time being. Building a city is like building a city in the morning, building a city at dusk, and building a city wants to collapse.

It rained heavily in the south of the Yangtze River in May, and everyone suffered when it collapsed. Everyone builds cities and sells more fields, and small families sell real estate to help money.

Every inch of the building is covered with blood. Fighting for a high road city can prevent thieves, and the people are poor.

Don't you see that your majesty is as good as heaven, and the world is a thousand years old. If the golden soup is solid, why should we sit and make the people poor? Shuizhu Cave Outside the Chu King Pavilion in Tian Ming, the clear water is surging, and all the pavilions are planted with Bilang Wang Gan.

Glass light soaks the porch window cold, and Pei Cui sings the cold. Children catch fish now, and Taoist priests skillfully cut and crown them.

Knocking on the golden jade wind rings like a flying fairy. The trip was full of praise. Fu Zao went to Pilingpu and lived in Yangzi Mae at night.

The atmosphere of crossing the river is different. Look at the middle from a distance. Men attach great importance to meritorious service and prefer the chrysanthemum period of love.

I envy Xie Anshi and Xu Xiadong. If you succeed, don't avoid it

Shi Biming Heming Li Bishi is the beginning of the day, and the spring breeze is the dawn of the day. I went out with the yellow calf and walked leisurely along the green stream.

Birds are silent, like falling flowers. Looking back at the waterfall, Bai Yunsheng is a tree.

Long Qiu and Yun Lian smoke floating outside the monk bamboo brew tea, the wind around the grass warm sand. Where to see tourists in Qingxi, flowers fall in front of waterfall rock.

On the second day of New Year's Day, I met Ji on the plain. Zhu Xiang flew all night in the spring suburbs, and the branches were covered with makeup. White to far.

3. Praise the ancient poetry of Yiwu. Yiwu has always had a large number of literati and poems. Today, some lyric songs were selected, and the scenery was more innovative. The former part of the author is from Yiwu, collecting works before the founding of the People's Republic of China. The second half is the works of people from other counties singing Yiwu's humanistic customs, both ancient and modern.

Danxisong Xu Qiao

There is love in Danxi Mountain, and all the other pages are happy. In the east, the double show is soaring. I only see two peaks in front of me. The two waters come from the south to care for each other, and the west to meet and live together. This mountain has a green land with a 10 acre garden. Look at me? But there are several houses, surrounded by bamboo and chrysanthemums. Walking on crutches, the scenery is beautiful, sitting with an open book to read to the sages. I don't know how to share the leisure between heaven and earth. Don't be proud of being old, but you should also be worthy of Hill.

Spring Day Pastoral Miscellaneous Liu Xingyuan Guiying

A dog who watches the door alone during the day has its own paradise. Mei Zhu has no way to hide, and frogs are heard in other villages. Dead vines in the corner stick to trees, and wild water in the fields flows into streams. I'll take the sentence of Spring Breeze and give it to Sha Ou Mo Yan.

Qingyanshan

In the secluded green rocks, build houses and fill the sea. Surrounded by mountains, Shuangxi sings. Bare and silent, the ring was blocked. Lin Quan won by luck, and I lived in the dark for the time being.

4. The content of this poem about Yiwu's long history is 50 words: "Golden pheasant and silver pheasant fly all over Yiwu." "The golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as their own kennel." "Eat white rice without farming, wear silk clothes without growing cotton". "The old society was bitter as brine, and the new society was sweet as dew." ... Presumably, every elderly Yiwu person has not forgotten these ancient proverbs left by his ancestors. Yiwu has a long history and outstanding people.

Poetry \ ode, Yiwu, history

"Golden pheasant, white pheasant, fly to Yiwu." "The golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as their own kennel." "Eat white rice without farming, wear silk clothes without growing cotton". "The old society was bitter as brine, and the new society was sweet as dew." ... Presumably, every elderly Yiwu person has not forgotten these ancient proverbs left by his ancestors. Yiwu has a long history and outstanding people.

The content of this poem about Yiwu's long history is 50 words: "Golden pheasant, silver pheasant, flying all over Yiwu." "The golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as their own kennel." "Eat white rice without farming, wear silk clothes without growing cotton". "The old society was bitter as brine, and the new society was sweet as dew." ... Presumably, every elderly Yiwu person has not forgotten these ancient proverbs left by his ancestors. Yiwu has a long history and outstanding people.

Poetry \ ode, Yiwu, history

"Golden pheasant, white pheasant, fly to Yiwu." "The golden nest and the silver nest are not as good as their own kennel." "Eat white rice without farming, wear silk clothes without growing cotton". "The old society was bitter as brine, and the new society was sweet as dew." ... Presumably, every elderly Yiwu person has not forgotten these ancient proverbs left by his ancestors. Yiwu has a long history and outstanding people.