1, "I am in Yan 'an"
Author: brave star
I am in Yan 'an, and now I am in Baota shan, enjoying the cool summer in the holy land.
Touch the yellow land and worship the red Spring Festival.
A dog's head jujube and a bowl of Qishan noodles.
Looking forward to the starting point of cave revolution in Yang Jialing.
In the central auditorium, step into a brilliant starting point.
It was early in the morning when I came to Yang Jialing, but I couldn't see Chairman Mao watering the seedlings.
Seventy years ago, the seedlings were towering.
How many nights have I spent with you in Yan 'an's humble caves?
Tears streaming down my face, I have read all the books you have read.
How much pen and ink you spent and how many beautiful poems you left behind.
We study, and so will our descendants.
Remember that small stone table and bench.
You met the American journalist Strong and made a great conclusion.
All imperialism is not a scarecrow in the field, but a paper tiger in the world. .
Here, you also received many generals who came back from the front.
There are Liu Bocheng,, and Li in the middle.
The folks in northern Shaanxi know that you have never left, and you have always stayed in the hearts of the people.
I don't know how many times, I carried a bun and put it in front of the cave window.
The central government grew up and moved the capital to Zaoyuan.
I read the Producers' Party Manifesto in Liu Shaoqi's former residence.
Every word, afraid of falling.
As if the old man were looking at me, I am an ordinary party member.
I am also a child of the people in the old liberated areas.
In the Holy Land, I saw China's unyielding and development.
How can you see hardship without experiencing wind and rain?
I am not in Jiuzhaigou, I am not in Sichuan.
I don't know that there is a wave of danger behind beauty.
Cry a few times! Tears can't stop sliding down towards home.
When you return to Shu, the color gallery will sing the feelings of Jiuzhai again.
Welcome another new face of Zhang Chuntian.
2. Yan 'an Anyan
Author: Old Wall
Yan 'an, Yan 'an.
You include all the heads that wrap towels around sheep's bellies.
The wet ashes of ancestors were put back into the loess.
Grow up to be my father and me in spring.
Yan 'an, Yan 'an.
Lanhuahua is on the Erdaoliang, singing "Going West".
I stood up from the tune of your 40-mile store.
For the sake of five buckets of millet, I went to various eye-catching and illusory church meetings.
Yan 'an, Yan 'an.
The dreams planted by the loess people for generations are deeply buried under Baota shan.
Buried under the cool mountain, buried in the fate of future generations.
Be crushed into a pipe and turned into soot.
Finally disappeared in the smoke between the clouds.
Yan 'an, Yan 'an.
Four sisters and three brothers have packed their bags.
Go to your own city.
A 40-mile shop is overgrown with weeds.
Dreams drift away in the soil of longing.
Yan 'an, Yan 'an.
Yan 'an, Yan 'an.
I called you countless times, just like calling my old father.
It seems that I have lost many years, dreams and youth.
3. Yan 'an Anyan
Author: Tianshan snow falls
There are Buddha statues on Liang Qingshan. They hid in the grottoes.
Keep silent about the world and suffering,
Phoenix Mountain has a high spine and can't see the phoenix.
Tell the world that only by being reborn from the fire,
There is a towering pagoda in Baota shan.
Like a bright lamp, rain or shine, guiding the voyage,
Yanhe shoulders the heavy responsibility and travels through time and space.
Like a long rope of history, it connects three mountains together for revolution.
Anti-100 thousand thunder turns into a storm,
The future of the revolution is bright,
In Wang Jiaping, those low caves,
I think of those who have lived, and they all have a firm will to believe.
Not surprised by the storm, committed to overthrowing,
Old society, rebuilding new order,
Nine deaths without regrets, willing to dedicate their lives,
In the jujube garden, through the fog of history,
In my opinion, the light is still on, and people who think about writing work under it.
Sleepless all night, bright eyes, still shining like Beidou,
It's like watching us, making people afraid to relax,
Mountains and rivers are broken, and the nation is in danger.
A solid pillar is embedded in a huge torrent,
A backbone, condensed unyielding soul,
Can the will, survival and * * * of 40 million people be divided successfully?
The collapse of the old world highlights a great core.
New hope, lighted road,
The reversal of heaven and earth changed time and space.
Everything is not what it used to be,
Those red genes, like seeds,
Reproduction, from all directions,
As the wheels gather and disperse, it becomes a beautiful scenery.
Yan' an spirit is a powerful light source, still strong, and has become a great kinetic energy to pursue dreams.
Walking in the stream of people, I see that everyone is very determined.
Smiling, eager eyes, across the green peaks.
4. In Yan 'an
Author: Huang Wen?
In Yan 'an, you are greeted by the majestic Baota shan.
The blue sky propped up by the Loess Plateau,
Implanted in my heart are On Protracted War and The Battle of Yan 'an.
And that is full of vitality in the high-pitched song "Dongfanghong".
Nanniwan, a good place in northern Shaanxi,
What's more, the red waist drum plays "a thousand miles of lightning, Wan Li lightning".
Today, the sky in Yan 'an is still so blue.
Baota shan is still towering,
From Yang Jialing to Zaoyuan, from Yan 'an University to Fenghuang Mountain, and Yanchuan County where Liangjiahe is located,
Red tourism, red culture and red genes are passed down from generation to generation.
Just like the red couplets, red window grilles and red lanterns in the Spring Festival,
Red all over the loess high slope, red all over the north and south of the river,
Rich and strong children,
We will never forget, and we will never forget, this yellow land that allows us to stand up.
5. Yan 'an-the name of the flash.
Author: hyacinthus orientalis
This ordinary land has been soaked in smoke several times.
Liang Liang Mao Mao, like convex and concave Chinese characters, had magical experiences.
Xintian swims on this mountain,
Roar into faith, roar Yan' an shining,
In this magical land, the dates in the jujube garden became fragrant overnight after the ringing of the sky.
By the happiness canal, the red scarf came in slowly.
In the autumn jujube fragrance, I taste the fresh air without smoke.
Beside the happiness canal, ancient pagodas towering, propping up the eastern sky,
Memories of the years fell into the canal and soaked the fragrance of millet.
It gurgled and entered every nerve of thousands of families.
China Poetry Network-Yan 'an