Manuscript content of red culture painting and calligraphy works

Poems about Red Culture Painting and Calligraphy 1. What are the five-character poems about "red culture"?

1, Liu Bojian's "Walking with Chains" walked in the long street with chains, stumbling and stumbling, and the city people were vying for attention, and I was not ashamed.

Walking in the street with chains, the city people were shocked by the sound of chains, and my heart was at peace. Walking in chains on the long street, the more ambitious you are and the more you fight as a prisoner, the workers and peasants will be liberated.

2. Mao Zedong's "Xijiang Moon Jinggangshan" is just around the corner at the foot of the mountain, and drums and trumpets can be heard at the top of the mountain. The enemy besieged thousands of people and I stopped.

Already very strict barriers, more United. There was a lot of gunfire in Huang Yangjie, and it was reported that the enemy had escaped at night.

3, Mao Zedong's "Picking Mulberry Seeds, Chongyang" life is easy to get old, not easy to get old. Today is Chongyang, and the yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant.

The annual autumn wind is not as strong as spring. It's better than spring, and the frost in Wan Li is in the vast river.

4. Mao Zedong's "Chinese New Year in a Dream" is peaceful, clean and natural, and the road is deep and slippery. Where to go today, show Wuyi Mountain.

The red flag at the foot of the mountain is picturesque. 5, Mao Zedong's "Yi Qin E Lou Shan Guan" is strong in the west, and the geese in the sky are called frost morning moon.

First frost morning, horseshoe broken, horn swallowed. Xiongguan road is as iron as iron, and now it is still one step away from the beginning.

From the beginning, Cangshan was like the sea and the sunset was like blood. 6, Mao Zedong's "Seven Laws Long March" The Red Army is not afraid of the expedition, and Wanshui Qian Shan is only idle.

Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills. Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold with the cross rail.

I am glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile. 7. Mao Zedong's "Seven Laws: The People's Liberation Army Occupy Nanjing" After the storm in Zhongshan, millions of heroes crossed the river.

Tiger's dragon card is better than in the past, upside down and generous. It is advisable to chase after the poor bandits with the remaining courage, not to learn from the overlord.

If the sky is sentimental, it will grow old, and the right way in the world is vicissitudes.

2. Ancient poems about red

1, Wang Wei, Red Peony in Tang Dynasty

The green leaves of red peony are quietly unfolding, and the color of red peony is bright and deep.

In the face of withering, peony is sad from it. Can you understand peony's thoughts?

The green leaves of red peony are spreading quietly, and the color of red peony is unusually deep. In the face of withering, peony hurts. Do you know what peony thinks?

2. Hongmei, Shi Peng, Wang Song.

Don't be jealous of each other, peaches and plums are different.

It is still snowing and frosting, but it is not very red.

Peach and plum, don't be jealous of me. Hongmei and Taoli bloom differently. Hongmei experienced a snowstorm and had traces of snow on her body. It still doesn't admit that its color is red.

3, "Partridge, a little residual red in the end" Zhou Zizhi in the Song Dynasty.

When a little residual red is about to run out. The screen is full of cool autumn air.

It was raining on the plane leaves in the middle of the night, and the leaves were leaving.

I kept a residual lamp alone. It almost burned out. It's getting cold, the autumn wind fills the screen, and it rains in the middle of the night. Every leaf and sound is a sad cry of parting.

4. "Partridge Sky, Title Broken Fragrance and Little Red" was written in Song Dynasty.

The title breaks the fragrance, and the poem meets the old.

Snow hangs on the wine noodles in the west building, and the spring shirt in Nanyuan is cool.

The fragrant and patterned red paper is full of poems, most of which are for an old lover. I only remember that when the West Building advised her to drink, she hung down like snow, and when Nanyuan sang and danced, the spring shirt fluttered like a breeze.

5, "Fisherman, but the nylon pole is red" Qing Nalan Xingde.

Autumn wind is not as good as autumn wind to cut hibiscus.

At sunset, the fisherman put away his fishing rod and prepared to go home. Even the autumn wind is gentle and refuses to let the lotus wither. The misty water, leisurely fishermen, listening to the melody of piccolo, were blown into the depths of the reed swing by the autumn wind.

3. It must be a red classic poem calligraphy work (short). Thank you.

/kloc-in the cold autumn of 0/925, Qinyuan Spring made Changsha independent, and Xiangjiang River reached Orange Island in the north.

You see the mountains and plains, and the layers of forests are all dyed; The river is full of water, and hundreds of people compete for the flow. The eagle strikes the sky, the fish is shallow, and all kinds of frost fight for freedom.

Lonely, ask the boundless earth, who is in charge of ups and downs? I took a hundred couples on a trip to reminisce about the past years. Just a classmate and teenager, in full bloom; Scholar spirit, Fang Qiu.

Pointing out the maze, inspiring words, the dirt in Wan Huhou that year. Remember, when the midstream hit the water, the waves stopped the speedboat! 1927, the Bodhisattva Yellow Crane Tower was sent to China by Jiu, and a thick line crossed the north and south.

Misty and rainy, turtles and snakes lock the river. Yellow crane knows where to go, and tourists stay.

Soak the wine and the tide will rise. Xijiang Moon Autumn Harvest Uprising 1927, the army was called the workers and peasants revolution, under the banner of sickle and axe.

Don't stay near Kuanglu, go directly to Xiaoxiang. Landlords are oppressed and farmers are enemies.

Autumn harvest season, gloomy clouds and gloomy fog, a vigorous riot. /kloc-in the autumn of 0/928, the flag at the foot of Jinggangshan was in sight, and the drums and horns sounded at the top of the mountain.

The enemy was besieged by thousands of people, and I stood still. Already very strict barriers, more United.

There was a lot of gunfire in Huang Yangjie, and it was reported that the enemy had escaped at night. 1929, the war between Chiang Kai-shek and Gui in Qingpingle changed suddenly, and warlords resumed fighting.

Spilled to the world is resentment, and a pillow reappears. The red flag jumps over Tingjiang River and goes straight down Longyan to Shanghang.

It's really busy to pack up the gold Europe and divide the fields. 1929 10 picking mulberry seeds, life is easy, but it is difficult to get old.

Today is Chongyang, and the yellow flowers in the battlefield are particularly fragrant. The annual autumn wind is not as strong as spring.

Better than spring, just like Wan Li frost on the vast river. Such as 1930 1 New Year's Day in Ninghua, Liu Qing and the dream of naturalization, the road is deep and the forest is slippery.

Where is it going today? Directly under Wuyi Mountain. Under the mountain, under the mountain, the red flag is picturesque.

1930 In February, the sky was white on Guangchang Road in Mulan, and the military situation was more urgent in the snow. On the top of the high mountain, the wind blew the red flag over the sign.

Where does this trip go? The Ganjiang River is covered with snow. Yesterday, the order was issued, and 100,000 workers and peasants marched to Ji 'an.

During July and June of 1930, Liang Zhu of Tingzhou levied greed on the heavenly soldiers in Changsha, and Chang Ying was a Kun Peng. There is a red corner on the other side of Ganshui River, and I depend on Huang Gonglue.

The enthusiasm of millions of workers and peasants swept Jiangxi into Hunan and Hubei. An international sad song, the hurricane fell from the sky for me.

Fishermen proudly opposed the first big "encirclement and suppression". 193 1 in the spring of, the trees were frosty and red, and the mountain soldiers were furious and went straight into the sky. Fog filled Longgang with darkness. They shouted in unison and caught Zhang Huizan in front.

Twenty thousand troops re-entered Jiangxi, and the wind and smoke rolled for a long time. Arouse millions of workers and peasants, work together and avoid red flags everywhere.

Fishermen proudly opposed the second big encirclement and suppression. 193 1 In the summer of, Baiyun Mountain is about to stand, and the sound under Baiyun Mountain is urgent. Dead wood and rotten plants work hard, and guns will force them to fly.

The flood lasted for 15 days and 700 miles, with vast waters in Jiangxi and green mountains in Fujian. Sweep all the seats of the army, someone cried, what to do for the camp.

/kloc-in the summer of 0/933, the bodhisattva was red, orange, yellow, green, blue and purple. Who dances in the sky with color training? After the rain, the sun went down again and the mountains were blue. When the fighting was urgent, the village wall was smashed by bullets.

Decorate this mountain, it looks better today. /kloc-in the summer of 0/934, the East wanted to know that Mo Daojun had already left.

People who travel all over the castle peak are not old, and the scenery here is unique. The peak outside Huichang leads directly to the east.

The soldiers pointed to the more lush South Guangdong. Recalling Qin 'e Loushanguan1February, 935, the west wind was blowing strongly, and the geese in the sky were called frost morning moon.

First frost morning, horseshoe broken, horn swallowed. Xiongguan road is as iron as iron, and now it is still one step away from the beginning.

From the beginning, Cangshan was like the sea and the sunset was like blood. During the Seven Laws Long March 1935 10, the Red Army was not afraid of difficult expeditions, and Qianshan was just idle.

Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills. Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold with the cross rail.

I am glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile. Niannujiao Kunlun was born in 1935 10, and Kunlun is definitely a spring scenery.

You are like three million flying Yu-lung Pai, cutting through the sky. Summer dissolves, the river is full, and people are fish or turtles.

Who commented on the crime of Millennium work? Now my name is Kunlun: not so high, not so much snow. Andrew leans against heaven and draws his sword, cutting you into three parts? One piece stays in Europe, one piece is given to the United States, and one piece is returned to the East.

A peaceful world, the whole world is so cold and hot. 1935 10, the sky is high and the clouds are light in Liupanshan, Qingpingle, and see Nanfeiyan.

If you don't reach the Great Wall, you are not a hero, but you will fight for 20,000. At the top of Liupan Mountain, the red flag flutters in the west wind.

Holding a long tassel today, when is the black dragon? The above are all red classic poems, which can be used for reference.

4. Poetry related to red

1, the sad autumn night of Gou.

I am worried and busy when I am old, and it hurts more when it is cold.

There are a few red leaves on the yellow leaves, and the dawn will turn into the sunset.

Spring water will come to the sea, and Komatsu will be banned from frost all his life.

Whether Xian Weng is driven out of the pot depends on how long the years have passed.

2. Liu Tang also wrote Begonia Flower.

The faint reddish color is not deep, and it is like a longing for love. The smoke is very light,

Paris Nagato put away her tears. The embroidered curtain on the lower side is easy to fold, but the hidden butterfly is hard to find.

More affection at night, fragrance under the moon accompanied by drunkenness.

3. Wei's "Bodhisattva Man, Falling Flowers and Shaoyin"

Falling flowers have little shade, and green plums compete for twigs. Red rain and smoke, pedestrians cross the river.

Good flowers have passed, and the grass is everywhere. The sunset woke up drunk and asked, a spring is not so cold.

4. Wang Song Shi Peng's Red Plum.

Don't be jealous of each other, peaches and plums are different.

It is still snowing and frosting, but it is not very red.

5. Song Yan Shu's "Treading Shadows, Red Trails"

The path is red and thin, and the fragrance is green. The trees on the high platform are gloomy. The spring breeze is not lifted, and it is foggy and chaotic.

The emerald leaves hide the warbler, and the bamboo curtain separates the swallow. The incense of the stove is still spinning. When a sad dream woke up, the setting sun shone deeply in the courtyard.

Wang's Red Plum

This poem describes the unique posture and character of Hongmei. The poet persuaded "peaches and plums don't envy each other" in the tone of Hongmei, meaning that peaches and plums don't envy my Hongmei. What is peach and plum jealous of red plum? The poet went on to say "gifted", which is the answer to the previous sentence, and advised Taoli not to be jealous, because the flowering patterns of Hongmei and Taoli are different. "There is still snow and frost, but I don't want to be very red." In the previous sentence, the word "still" was used to describe the present situation of Hongmei after her experience in first frost, thus pointing out the humble quality of Hongmei. Because from the beginning of winter, Hongmei still has traces of fighting with frost and snow, so although it is Hongmei, it refuses to be "very red".

5. Red classic ancient poetry

1, Lv Qi Long March

Mao Zedong

The red army is not afraid of the expedition, and Qianshan is just idle.

Wuling makes waves, and Wumeng takes mud pills.

Jinsha River is warm in the clouds and cliffs, and Dadu Bridge is cold with the cross rail.

I am glad to see that Minshan Mountain is covered with snow and stretches for miles. Our soldiers crossed it and showed a bright smile.

Translation:

The Red Army is not afraid of all the difficulties and hardships on the Long March, and regards Qian Shan as ordinary.

In the eyes of the red army, the continuous five mountains are just the ups and downs of microwave waves, and the majestic Wumeng Mountain is just a mud pill.

The Jinsha River is full of turbid waves, patting the towering cliffs and steaming. The cross frame of the dangerous bridge on the Dadu River is shaking the iron rope hanging high in the air, and the chill bursts.

What is more gratifying is that when we set foot on the snowy Minshan Mountain, everyone was smiling after the Red Army crossed it.

2. Spring snow in Qinyuan

Modern: Mao Zedong

Look at what the northern countries have shown: a hundred miles of frozen Go; Thousands of miles of snow.

Behold! Within and without the Great Wall, the boundless land is clad in white. And up and down the Yellow River, all the endless waves are lost to sight.

The mountains are like dancing silver snakes, and the highlands are like advancing wax elephants, all trying to match the sky in height.

When the weather is fine, look at the sunny market. What a charming sight!

This land is so beautiful that countless heroes bow to their knees.

Unfortunately, Qin Shihuang, Han Wudi, literary talent is slightly inferior; Emperor Taizong, Song Taizu, slightly less civil servants.

Genghis Khan, the hero of the throne, only knows how to draw a bow and shoot arrows.

These characters are gone, a few heroes who can make contributions, look at today's people.

Translation:

Northland scenery, thousands of miles frozen, Wan Li snowflakes floating. Looking inside and outside the Great Wall, there is only boundless whiteness left; The Yellow River, which is wide up and down, suddenly lost its surging water potential.

Mountains are like flying silver pythons, and hills on the plateau are like many white elephants running. They all want to try to compare with God. On a sunny day, it's especially nice to see red sunshine and white ice and snow complement each other.

Jiangshan is so charming that countless heroes compete for beauty. Unfortunately, the literary talents of Qin Shihuang and Liang Wudi were slightly inferior; During the reign of Emperor Taizong, Song Taizu was a little less than Sandwich. Genghis Khan, the hero of my life, only knows how to shoot an eagle with a bow. These characters are all in the past. Counting the heroes who can make contributions depends on today's people.

3, a cut of plum, red lotus root, fragrant residual jade autumn.

Song Dynasty: Li Qingzhao

Lotus root is fragrant, and jade is lingering in autumn. Gently untie Luo Shang and go to Lan alone. Who sent the brocade book, the word geese returned, and the moon was full of the West Building.

Flowers bloom and fall, and flowing water gurgles. One kind of lovesickness, two places of leisure. There is no way to eliminate this situation, only frown and mind.

Translation:

The lotus flower is exhausted, the fragrance has disappeared, and the bamboo mat is as cold as jade, showing a strong autumn. Gently take off the silk skirt and lie on the bed alone. Looking up at the distant sky, where white clouds are rolling, who will send the brocade book? It's time for the geese to line up and return to the south line by line. The moonlight is bright and soaking, and the lonely pavilion in the west is full.

Flowers, wandering by themselves, water, wandering by themselves, a kind of parting acacia, affecting two leisure worries. Ah, it can't be ruled out that this lovesickness, this sadness, has just disappeared from the frowning brow and is faintly entangled in my heart.

4. At the meeting, Hua thanked Chun Hong.

Five Dynasties: Li Yu

Hua Lin thanked Chunhong and left in a hurry. Helpless, cold rain comes early and wind comes late.

Cochineal tears, stay drunk, when heavy. Naturally, people hate water when they grow up.

Translation:

The red flowers among the trees have withered, and the blooming flowers have withered, which really leaves in a hurry. Also very helpless. How can flowers endure the cold and rain day and night?

Red flowers falling everywhere are wet by rain, like rouge on the cheeks of a tearful beauty. Flowers and people who love flowers are congenial. When can we meet again? There are always too many resentments in life, just like the river that died in the east, which never stops and never ends.

5. Hongmei

Song: Wang

Don't be jealous of each other, peaches and plums are different.

It is still snowing and frosting, but it is not very red.

Translation:

Peach and plum, don't be jealous of me. Hongmei and Taoli bloom differently.

Hongmei experienced a snowstorm and had traces of snow on her body. It still doesn't admit that its color is red.

6. Carry forward the revolutionary spirit of ancient poetry.

Guo Yangnan Song Wen Tianxiang

Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around.

The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs.

The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean.

Since ancient times, no one has died in life, leaving a heart that shines through history.

I don't know each other, Ming Xia Wanchun

Three years as an anti-Qing soldier, defeated and imprisoned.

There are endless tears, who says the world is wide?

I already know the way to another spring, and I am really worried when I think of saying goodbye to my hometown.

On the day when the ghost man and soul are waiting to return, the spirit wants to see their homeland.

That is Xia Wanchun.

What is the ultimate feeling of restoring Chu? Qin's death is uneven.

Magnificent and clear, the setting sun is bright.

I will pay for my country, and I will die!

Hu Jia hated it for a long time and arrived in the city in a month.

Wang Chuntang Du Fu

Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested.

Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate.

The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold.

Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.

7. Red Poetry

You choose one. It is suggested that you choose the specifications and grades according to the characteristics of the reciter (solo or group recitation).

The other is to simulate reading and check it again to see if the control time is three minutes. Reading red classic poems 1. "Motherland, my dear motherland" I am an old waterwheel worn by your river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years; When you grope in the tunnel of history, I am a miner's lamp with black forehead; I am the withered ear of rice, the disrepair roadbed; It is the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deep into your shoulder,-motherland! I'm poor and I'm sad.

I am the painful hope of your forefathers, the flower that will never land between the sleeves of "flying"-the motherland! I am your brand-new ideal, just breaking away from the spider web of myth; I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow; I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging; I am the newly painted white starting line; It is the crimson dawn in generate-the motherland! I am one billionth of you, the sum of your 9.6 million square meters; You fed me with scarred breasts, confused me, considerate me and boiled me; Then get your wealth, your glory and your freedom from my flesh and blood; -Motherland, my dear motherland! 2. "long live the motherland" long live the motherland! Like a bell falling from the sky, every note is a thrilling spring thunder, long live the motherland! The loudest compliment brought tears to my eyes, long live the motherland! A chorus from 5,000 years, as vivid and magnificent as the wind blowing the wheat waves, visited the grassland, watched the eagles and proud geese March into the mountains, watched the seasonal scenery in the wind and birds, and the national flag raised in Ran Ran in the new century made me cheer and revel in the towering buildings, watched the boundless scenery in Wan Li and watched long live the motherland! It is the green hills that stand tall and refuse to be fixed on one side, but the immortality of the green hills has shaped the beautiful water flow for 5 thousand years, which has flowed for 5 thousand years. In the festival fireworks, I am long live the motherland, the burning and exploding bud! A long call and a magnificent compliment. In the people's parade, I am a grain of wheat on the national emblem, and I am long live the motherland flying on the flowers and trees of the motherland! Long live the motherland. How many dynasties have gone? A generation of tianjiao has vanished. The palace collapsed. Only the Great Wall of Wan Li will never destroy long live the motherland! The hymn of my life, the brilliance in my blood. In this life, everything outside can be abandoned. The only thing I can't give up is our great China people and China. When the bright sun jumps out from the blue waves in the East China Sea, the Pamirs are still full of stars. When the northland was still a world wrapped in silver, the southern Xinjiang was already full of beautiful spring.

Ah, we love you, China! We love you ... the beauty of Guilin's landscape, the thick makeup of Hangzhou West Lake, the misty clouds of Huangshan Mountain and Lushan Mountain, and the magnificence of the Yangtze River and Yellow River. We love you ... the fragrance of Longjing tea, the mellow fragrance of Moutai, the brilliance of Jiangnan silk and the exquisite craftsmanship of Jingdezhen ceramics.

We love you ... the moonlight is like water in front of the Dai bamboo building, the towering Potala Palace on the roof of the world, the grapes in Turpan, the melons in Hami, the sheep on the grassland and the camels on the Gobi Desert. We love you ... the ancient songs played by the bells of the Warring States Period, the new songs written by the reform and opening up, the surging spring tide of China in Wan Li, and the fire of hope lit by the motherland.

We love you ... the history of struggle and the fruits of sweat. Magnificent pine trees, noble plum blossoms, broad mind and magnificent spirit.

We are proud, we are proud, we work hard, we are open, you are a world power, we love you, China! The golden world condensed the splendid moonlight of 3,000 years of culture, radiating the season that thousands of people yearn for. In the golden autumn, the golden world brewed a bumper harvest of wine; Cheering and roaring, depicting the glory of tomorrow, gathering on a round cake, and romantically harvesting happiness; Looking back on the past: how many literati till, raising my cup, I asked the bright moon lamented the worries of their home country and looked at the present: our colleagues' thoughts were broader and infatuated; We reminisce: reminisce about the spring rain, the hardships of Dai Yue, and the high-spirited wind of unity and enterprising; We imagine: imagine the great cause of generate, the colorful clouds that you chase after me, and the brilliant red sun of you and me; We will love you forever. 4. Poetry recitation "China in the Prosperous Age" Author: Zhu Hai struggled for 90 years, and the stars changed in 90 years. Dajiangdong went to China in the Prosperous Age to tell you a surprise of the earth, and China in the Prosperous Age told you a miracle of the East. I want to invite you to walk in the rainbow. That's the Qinghai-Tibet Railway that crosses the roof of the world. That's the smell of the west-east gas pipeline leading to the sky. That's the blue runway connecting Hangzhou Bay Bridge and the Pacific Ocean. That's the Three Gorges. This is a romantic poem written by the South-to-North Water Diversion Project. I want to invite you to visit the new countryside, where the land is turning up the new green fields of the times, singing the harvest gongs and drums of new songs of agriculture, countryside and farmers, and increasing production and income. Let the brothers and sisters who work in the city want to lift the sledge again to level the Millennium gap between urban and rural areas and happily expand the colorful new world of well-off families. I want to take you to the newly built science park. I want to invite you to the Space City to explore the future world. The astronauts there are concentrating on planning the next 30-year space tourism destination for us. I'd like to invite you to Pudong New Area, stand on the tallest building in Asia and sit on the East Sea of China. I want to invite you to expressway 30 years ago, and after zero kilometers, I want to invite you to be a EMU. My dream is beyond the gravity of the earth. I also want to invite you to travel to Hong Kong and Macau. After ten years of return, bauhinia and Trollius chinensis complement each other and are full of fragrance. Let family ties cross the Taiwan Province Strait and reach the hearts of compatriots. If you have traveled all over China today, please sit down and turn on the HDTV. Otherwise, let's surf the internet together and let the magical broadband breathe synchronously with the world. 90 years of spring and autumn, 90 years of ever-changing prosperity, China tells you a legend of the world, and China tells you the glory of an era. Today, we also want to send you a copy of Touch of Years. 30 years of exams in front of the screen have changed our collective life.