I know that an article is very suitable for recitation and is particularly exciting, but it is not a poem.
Moreover, the theme is said to be patriotism, rather than love for culture, which may be a bit biased. I would like to share it with the subject:
"Singing Lowly for Hanfu" Author: Tianya Zai Xiaolou
The jianjia is green and the white dew is like frost. The so-called beauty is on the side of the water.
If you follow it for backtracking, the road is blocked and long. If you follow it for backtracking, it will be in the middle of the water.
——"The Book of Songs Qin Feng"
When I climb the ancient city wall, when I caress the decayed pillars, when I lean on the railing and look out into the distance with excitement, I will always see There was a trace of sourness rushing into my throat, and I always heard a voice saying loudly: Remember? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang.
Someone told me that there once was a big fish that lived in Beiming. It turned into a giant bird and soared between heaven and earth. The giant bird has wings like clouds hanging from the sky. It can soar even though it is ninety thousand miles away. The sages have given us a mind that can encompass the heavens and created a broad and magnificent palace for us.
At that time, there was a strange young man named Ji Kang. Before he was executed, he played a perfect song. His broad robes and belt were flying in the wind. He faced him with the most elegant posture. die. Thousands of years have passed, but there are still lingering sounds, but he doesn't know that what is really cut off is not the music score, but his pride and even the clothes on his body.
I also dreamed of going back to the Tang Dynasty and traveling around with a poet named Li Bai. What he drank with was the cold light on the edge of his sword, and his lover was the moon in the sky. I once saw him wandering under the moon, singing loudly, with his hairband blown open by the strong wind, and his robes flowing like an immortal.
But then the emperor changed. He supported the literati with a glass of wine and abandoned the generals. His descendants eventually hid in paradise on earth and gave up large tracts of land. However, in the cold north, an army was fighting on the battlefield. The enemies said that we could not win the battle as long as the Yue family's army was present. It is a pity that the heroes were tabooed and the slanderers were high-spirited. A ray of loyal soul finally dissipated beside the West Lake. The spirit of a nation was irreversibly destroyed. However, in the bloody sunset, I vaguely saw someone inserting it into the soil. It was a tassel gun that the general had used. It would rather break than bend.
The wheel of time wandered slowly and finally lost its direction in Jiashen. So on the bank of Slender West Lake, on Meihua Ridge, an ancestral hall was built to commemorate this tragedy. The frail scholar named Shi Kefa was unwilling to let go of his high bun, let alone take off the clothes left to him by his ancestors, so he decided to live or die with the city, losing his life and protecting his faith. . Cruel killings, like mountains of corpses, cannot bury the spirit of the nation. Some people believe that thousands of years later, it will still shine on the land of China.
Today, thousands of years later, I sit in the hall of McDonald’s, I wear Gucci fashion, and I sing my heart will go on casually, but it’s inexplicable I was heartbroken because I heard a voice saying loudly: Have you forgotten? Your ancestor's name is Yanhuang.
I remember, a group of jackals with brown hair and blue eyes, armed with strong ships and cannons, demolished our temples and destroyed our palaces.
So today, a hundred years later, we understand democracy and freedom, but forget about ethics. We have musical prodigies, but we don’t know how to recruit palace merchants. We can build high-rise buildings, but there is no room for a merit arch. , we are wearing suits and leather shoes, but we have lost our clothes.
Where is it, the land of etiquette? Where is my son of the Han family?
Why do you say I behave abnormally when I wear the most beautiful clothes? Why do you say that the Han costume that I cherish so much belongs to Fusang? Why do you always treat my sincere confession as a joke? Why can't the tears I shed move your iron heart at all?
Where is it, the land of faith? Where is my son of the Han family? I don’t want to break my heart over this, I don’t want my ancestors’ wisdom to be appreciated by no one, and I don’t want my Chinese clothes to be promoted by the Japanese. Therefore, I always have a desire that one day, we can pick up our own culture and support the backbone of the nation.
Remember, remember, there was once an era called the Han and Tang Dynasties, there was once a river called the Yangtze River, there was once a pair of totems called dragon and phoenix, and there was once a feathered garment named Nishang!