Mr. Guo's setting poem: Generals are born to be courageous, with wild goose feathers and swords in the autumn water across their waists; wind blows, drums and mountains and rivers move, lightning flashes, flags are high in the sun and the moon; there are unicorns in the sky, how can the ants in their holes escape; peace awaits the return of the imperial edict
, I took off my shirt with the general.
A bent tree must eventually become straight. It is difficult to raise a wolf as a dog to look after the house. Cormorants will soon be black if ink is dyed. Crows will not be painted white until the sky is white. Candied yellow lotus must eventually be bitter. Melons and fruits picked by force cannot be sweet. Good deeds must be done by good people. How can there be mortals?
Be a god.
The shadows of bamboos on the golden mountains last for thousands of years, and the clouds are locked high and the water flows by itself.
Thousands of miles of jade belt floats along the Yangtze River, and a bright moon rolls into a golden ball.
It is as far as three thousand miles from Hubei.
It is as close as the sixteen states in the south of the Yangtze River.
The beautiful scenery cannot be seen clearly for a while, but Tianyuan has a part in the painting.
The bamboo shadows of Lushan Mountain last for thousands of years, and the water flows freely at the peak of cloud locks.
Thousands of miles of jade belt floats along the Yangtze River, and a bright moon rolls into a golden ball.
The road is three thousand realms in the northwest, and it has the power to overwhelm millions of states in the southeast.
The beautiful scenery can't be seen for a while, and Tianyuan has the chance to come again.
The green mountains have pine shadows for thousands of years, and the clouds lock the peaks and the water flows by itself.
A jade belt floats on a long river, and a bright moon rolls a golden ball.
The distant view is three thousand miles north of the Great Wall, and the short-term view is the sixteen continents south of the Yangtze River.
You can’t get enough of the beautiful scenery in one place, and you’ll come again if you’re lucky enough.
The bamboo shadows of Longchuan last for thousands of years, the clouds lock on the peak and the water flows by itself, the jade belt of the Yangtze River floats thousands of miles away, and the bright moon rolls the golden ball.
Looking from a distance, the three thousand realms in the northwest are overwhelming the twelve states in the south of the Yangtze River. You can't see all the good scenery for a while. If destiny has the destiny, come again.
Withered vines, old trees and dim crows, small bridges and flowing water.
The horse is thin in the west wind on the ancient road, and the sun sets in the west. A heartbroken man - in the hospital. The horse is thin but has long hair and fat hooves. A son who steals his father is not considered a thief.
A blind old man married a blind old lady, and neither of them saw each other for more than half their lives.
Lustful romance is not about enemies not getting together.
She is just a prostitute, and cannot protect her wife and children. She plays with her immediate plans, but after she is full of sins, she will be punished all over again. All kinds of evil are the first, so she becomes a matchmaker and engages in sexual immorality.
In front of the mountain, there are wolves behind the mountains. The wolves and deer worship sworn in the hills. When the wolf is in trouble, the deer comes to rescue you. When the deer is in trouble, the wolf hides. When an arrow is shot, the crow's head rises, and the arrow falls on the wolf. I advise you to be cautious when making friends.
Don't make friends with unintentional people.
A crooked tree must be bent if it remains straight. It is difficult to raise a wolf as a dog to look after the house.
The ink soon dyes the cormorant black, and the whitewash paints the crow white but does not stick.
Yellow lotus soaked in honey will eventually be bitter, but melons and fruits picked by force will not be sweet.
Good deeds must be done by good people, how can any mortal be a god?
The moon is setting, crows are crying, and frost is all over the sky. Jiang Feng is fishing and the fire is facing Mian Mian. Hanshan Temple outside the city of Suzhou has to pay money to enter.
The sky is chilly, and the hydrangeas are rolling on the ground; those with fillings are steamed buns, and those without fillings are steamed buns.
Storytelling and singing to persuade people, the three continents go to the center.
Good and evil will be rewarded in the end, and the right path in the world is subject to vicissitudes of life.
The Qing Dynasty unified the country, Qianlong sat in Beijing, Liu Yong was very fair in the government, and was known as the White Bread King.
The white dew in the Mid-Autumn Festival in August makes the passersby desolate on the road; the small bridges flow with the fragrance of rice and flowers, and there are thousands of thoughts day and night.
There is no peace in my heart, so I read articles early in the morning; after ten years of hard work in the study, I can show my talent and wisdom.
The moral Three Sovereigns and Five Emperors were famous in the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties; the heroes and the Five Tyrants were in trouble in the Spring and Autumn Period, rising and falling in an instant!
There are several lines of names in the history of Qing Dynasty, and there are countless barren hills in Beimang; the fields of the predecessors are harvested by the later generations, and it is said that there is a fight between dragons and tigers.
Those who abide by the law are melancholy in the morning, while those with strong beams sing joyfully night after night; those who benefit themselves at the expense of others ride on their mules, those who are upright and fair starve; those who build bridges and repair roads are blind, and there are many murderers and arsonists; I went to the West and asked my Buddha, and the Buddha said: I can't do anything either!
The saddest thing is the cold weather at night, and the haggard man cannot be pitied.
Invite wine to destroy the intestines and get drunk after three cups. Looking for fragrance and startling dreams at dawn.
The hairpin-headed phoenix is ??leaning towards you with tears, but I have no chance to spend the tea flowers.
The lonely heart of the small building is full of moonlight, which is as hard as a hook and hard to round. The weeds are idle and the flowers are everywhere. How long will it last? Looking up at the Wu, Wei and Shu, look at the Liang, Tang, Jin, Han and Zhou dynasties.
Wine is a poison that penetrates the intestines, color is a steel knife that scrapes bones; wealth is the root of trouble, and Qi is a smokeless artillery; without wine, there is no banquet, colorless human beings are extinct, without money, it is difficult to move, and without Qi, you will be bullied.
Zhao Qian, Sun Li, Zhou Wu, King Zheng, Feng Chen, Chu Wei, cut cakes and dipped them in sugar.
The horse is thin with long hair and fat hooves, and the old couple sleeps on a hot bed.
The old man wanted to sleep on the kang, but the wife refused to let him go. The old man picked up the door stick, and the wife picked up the rolling pin. The old couple played table tennis all day long, and the kang was left to cool down, and no one touched it.
Fall asleep on the hot bed.
There is bright moonlight in front of the bed, I suspect it is frost on the ground. I look up at the bright moon. My name is Guo Degang. When talking about stand-up comedy, it is a common habit to say a few "opening remarks" as soon as you come on stage.
Sometimes, I also say a few "setting poems", also called "book words".
It's just like singing a single string, starting with the "chaquer" section; or Pingtan, singing the "opening" section first.
This is the setting poem. Sometimes I say a few lines of seven-character poems, sometimes I say a few lines of "Moon over the West River".
Before talking about it, I must take a picture of "Wake Up Wood".
Snapped!
How to wake up Mu Na?
In the library, I was reading books, and there was a "book-sitter" who went there early, drinking tea and chatting. As time passed, he stopped reading and fell asleep.
What should I do? I’m about to start a book here, bang!
As soon as he patted the small piece of wood, he woke up.
That's why it's called "eye-catching".
After taking this eye-catching shot, I want to say a few lines of cantata.
There is such a poem: The white dew in the Mid-Autumn Festival in August makes the pedestrians on the road desolate; the small bridges flow with the fragrance of rice and flowers, and I have thousands of thoughts day and night.