She has trudged for more than half a century and has been involved in the eventful years of more than 50 years.
Those years were full of sunshine, creativity and self-reliance
In those days, there was the heroism of white mountains and black water, and there were shallow songs and shallow songs in Jiangnan water towns.
There are snow lotus in Tianshan Mountain and waves on the coast of East China Sea.
She wrote it down on that quiet morning.
She published in the vast and magical land of the Far East continent.
It was a frosty morning and red flags were flying all over the sky.
It was an era when the sound of gongs and drums excited Chinese descendants for thousands of years.
On that unforgettable morning
I once released a group of beautiful white pigeons, singing the music of Dongfanghong.
I once called the maple leaves dancing all over the mountain my dancing colorful clothes.
In the cheers, I saw the scholar from Xiangjiang River.
In Orange Island, he thoughtfully asked who was in charge of the ups and downs of the boundless earth.
He is in Jinggangshan, and I am marking time. Wan Li frost on the boundless river.
He put the Xuefeng of the Producers' Party Manifesto at the head of Zunyi City.
Melted into a continuous spring rain, nourishing the ship of China revolution to break the waves.
He inspired words and pointed out the maze in his poor cave with only thoughts.
His generations fought bloody battles.
Finally let a hardworking nation bid farewell to the days of tears.
Wrote a masterpiece that shocked the eastern world-
People's Republic of China (PRC), let's.
Since then, I have enjoyed the sunshine of independence of the times.
I read this history book with songs, tears, blood and sweat.
Mood is like a vast sea, rolling with joys and sorrows for hundreds of years.
I saw the tireless and wise old man.
Suffered ten years of civil strife, experienced ups and downs of hardships and baptism.
Still writing this masterpiece with a passionate pen of history.
Write a mythical new chapter in reform and opening up.
The gilded spine of the masterpiece is the most beautiful scenery.
It is an ode that our nation has been proud of for thousands of years.
She is full of enterprising strength and exuberant vitality.
She made a wise nation bid farewell to poverty and stood up.
Finally, the spring tide of revival was released in the sunrise of 2 1 century.
Make all black eyes, blue eyes and yellow eyes.
Everyone looked up and scrambled to see The Story of Gone with the Wind in China.
I read this outstanding work on a beautiful morning.
Colorful rings make me admire infinite attachment.
A fiery heart has melted into history, into the rivers, lakes and seas of China.
I heard a mountain of majestic chest still shouting and calling.
I feel the indomitable enterprising spirit of this nation.
They always water this beautiful land with blood and sweat.
They always light my ideal fire with red flags and songs.
So my poem burst into tears and sang for it.
My blood and soul still have wings.
In the snowy days, in the trek of the new century, when the bell is still ringing all over the world.
With my beloved sunshine and my mighty Yangtze River and Yellow River
Write down my endless compliments.
Use a poplar tree by the Ili River.
In a remote western border town, with Chinese children.
So a vast Kunlun was born.
Write a more magnificent chapter