Friend!
With his heroism,
Vilen in Asia;
It shows the spirit of our nation:
Great and powerful!
Here,
We are heading for the Yellow River,
Sing our hymn.
Solo:
I stood at the top of the mountain,
Looking at the rolling Yellow River,
Run southeast.
Tao Jin is on the rise,
Set off a turbulent wave;
Turbid flow turns around,
Form a nine-song chain;
From the foot of Kunlun Mountain,
Run to the yellow sea;
Put the central plains land
Split into two sides.
Ah, the Yellow River! You are the cradle of the Chinese nation!
Five thousand years of ancient culture,
Originated from you;
How many heroic stories,
Play by your side!
Ah, the Yellow River!
You are great and strong,
Like a giant
Appears on the plains of Asia,
Use your heroic body
Build a barrier for our country.
Ah, the Yellow River!
You're depressed,
Huge,
To the north and south banks
Stretch out a thousand iron arms.
The great spirit of our nation,
Will grow under your cultivation!
Heroes and sons and daughters of our motherland,
Will learn from you,
As great and strong as you!
As great and strong as you!
Protect our mother river
Mom, I want to tell you
Your head is covered with silver thread.
Like withered grass
Wandering in the wind and rain
Filar silk twined around the child's heart.
Mom, I want to tell you
Your face is covered with wrinkles.
Like a wild vine at the foot of a mountain
Tremble in the frost
The root of the tree is tied to the child's hand.
Mom, I want to tell you
Your hands are full of calluses.
Like moss on a reef.
Groaning under the stream
Every word smacked the child in the face.
Mom, I want to tell you.
Your milk is no longer so moist and sweet.
So bitter
It smells terrible.
That's why. /Why is this?
Why on earth is this?
Who can tell me?
Who can?
mother
I know it's not your fault
It is the child's infidelity, injustice and unfilial.
Make you riddled with holes
Let you bear the burden of humiliation.
mother
You used to be so rich and lovely.
Willow's long hair
Charming dimples
Dance embroiderer
and
Sweet and intoxicating milk
But today,
mother
I want to make a statement for you.
I want to shout for you.
Help her!
Save my mother river.
Zhu Jun Yangtze River Head
I live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I long to see you every day, but I can't.
See dirty water.
When is this water sweet?
When will this water clear?
But to make the world happy.
* * * Drink a river of water.
Mother River (Poetry)
I remember my youth.
How happy we are.
Floating in your arms
Kiss the flowers on the water.
It's your wonderful singing.
Accompany me to grow up.
Ah, mother river, mother river
It was your milk that raised me.
When I leave you
How disappointed we are.
I don't know how many times I have dreamed.
I can feel your sadness.
Why is your milk reduced?
Who changed your appearance?
Ah, mother river, mother river
What affects me is your fate.
I will come back to you.
I will never leave you again.
Let me wipe it off gently with my hand.
Your old tears
Let me use all my love and life
Repay everything you have given me.
Ah, mother river, mother river
It is your hope that calls me.
Cherish the mother river
-Nong persson.
Ancient poetry tells me
You are from the sky.
cross/travel/trek over mountains
One journey after another
The rougher the road.
The more you insist.
Ah, Yellow River, Yellow River
Our mother river
When you are proud, the four sides come to congratulate you.
Eight-nation invasion in frustration
Your anger and desire
Alert us to keep pace with the times
Ah, the Yellow River, Mom.
We are sincerely moved.
Your idea of returning good for evil
And that lasting scar
It is a silent witness of history.
It looks like a landscape.
Sounds like a legend.
five lakes and four seas―all corners of the land
Generation after generation
Raised by you
The same color as you.
Ah, Yellow River, Yellow River
Our mother river
When you are proud, the four sides come to congratulate you.
Eight-nation invasion in frustration
Your twists and turns and sadness
Inspire us to love life.
Ah, the Yellow River, Mom.
We are unforgettable.
You nourish both sides day and night.
And that endless exhortation
Fable civilization is endless.
The Source of Life —— A poem about Mother River
This is a river of years.
Countless trembling weeds on the beach.
Tell with flying waves
The survival and reproduction of a nation
And continuity
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The mother river that flows for generations.
Countless white waves are tied into majestic power.
No storm can take advantage of it.
A small white flower
It can also drive away infinite anger and darkness.
Grandpa's eyes often see it this way.
Touch this ancient life
Like an old farmer squatting on the edge of a bumper harvest field
Dad described this in his middle school composition.
With the essence of grain and tired body and mind, the river is getting quieter and quieter.
It's not its body that is silent.
silent
It's its fragile heart
An eternal beauty is maturing after the smoke.
In the dark midnight, I can hear it still breathing rapidly.
Who saw it?
Our river is avoiding the merciless arm of time.
Its expression began to be covered with sad sand.
It wants to continue to run to the date of the soul.
But like the vicissitudes of my father's forehead.
Leave a helpless crack in the land of life
When dad holds my hand
Visit the haunted mother slowly.
I drew a black and yellow outline.
In the color composition book of the sun
A poet wrote:
"There is no scenery in familiar places"
Dad explained its meaning to me with unspeakable eyes.
This river is still surging with its unique eternity.
But I heard it.
It is continuing at a heavy pace.
Overcome painful loneliness
Let people see the hardships of a mother at a glance.
It is the children it raises who are using the torrent of filial piety.
And an unparalleled mind.
Yellow sand flying in exchange for some green.
It is history's condemnation of a group of lives that have not been seriously thought about.
People on the river bank ran to tell in horror.
A bowl of yellow river water of life
Seventy percent of the past has been occupied by Laughing Yellow Sand.
Mother's tears are only three points.
Sighed hesitantly
Motherly love is where the spring breeze passes.
How many years of unspeakable suffering have you endured in centuries of obscurity?
This deep and yellow historical corridor
Swim through generations of fish in clothes.
The life of fish depends on the life of the river.
The poet also wrote:
"Silence is a silent call"
This silent mother
Is it also calling for its beloved child?
Please restore its whiteness.
Please repay it with its blue breath.
I erased a black and yellow truth with a white eraser.
Send sunshine to the wings of the spring breeze.
enthusiasm
A wing of hope
A group of wishes without prophecy
With light wings.
Quietly flowing in our veins
Slide quietly
A once surging river.
A nation's silent voice constitutes its intermittent singing.
I drew a green sail in the form of water.
Flip through the composition books of countless souls
A poem on Mother River
Or a story about creation and love?
Yellow River-
My old and young mother,
You bear the vicissitudes of history.
From ancient times.
You are full of national humiliation and resentment,
Flowing under the snow-capped mountains that have remained unchanged for thousands of years.
You're wrapped in lightning-
The impact of ice and fire,
Suffer the ordeal of phoenix nirvana.
From the source of the trickle to the estuary of Libai Beach,
Push Ma Benteng to the sea.
Yellow River-
My old mother!
How many times have you recorded the rise and fall of the Chinese nation?
Once upon a time
Your riddled riverbed,
Full of poverty, pain, tears, blood, shame,
Confused and sad
From blue to white hair.
Never forget without thinking!
Sadness!
Sadness!
Sadness!
Despite the difficulties,
Despite the tears,
But you!
Yellow River-
My strong mother!
You are always firm with your unyielding backbone!
Although the Yellow River has nine bends and eighteen bends,
I can't let you get lost in the sea.
Who has experienced-
Spring silkworms die endlessly _ _ _
The deep affection and attachment of wax torch to ashes and tears?
Who has experienced-
Insist on not hitting the south wall and not looking back?
Who has experienced-
The stubbornness of not seeing the coffin and not crying?
Who has experienced-
Never die until you reach the Yellow River _ _ _
The feat and sorrow of going to the Yellow River?
Only you!
Yellow River-
My indomitable mother.
Countless people have suffered through the ages,
Look at the changing situation, like kings and princes.
Eight years of war of resistance,
Ten years of turmoil,
25 years of change,
Five thousand years of cultural accumulation ...
Yellow River-
My profound mother!
It can only be you!
Put up with your child's blindness,
Fanaticism, ignorance, fantasy, hesitation.
It's a long road, Xiu Yuan.
I'll search up and down.
Yellow River-
My humiliating mother!
Please show your child the way!
You always go in the same direction.
East side!
East side!
East side! Where the sun rises.
A fire ignited your 9.6 million square kilometers body.
From jiugong gossip,
Four books and five classics,
Thirty-six plans,
Sun Tzu's art of war,
Poetry of Tang and Song Dynasties,
Chu Ci, Han Fu and a Hundred Schools of Thought Contention ...
It has become the cultural nutrition for you to raise children.
Sprinkle a tear on my beloved land!
Yellow River-
My great mother!
Your skinny, tinkling children!
Swear by the sun:
Must let the dream have wings!
Make sure that reality is no longer a fantasy!
Fishing boats in Jiangnan water town sing late,
To Bashang Plateau, first frost.
From the black land under Changbai Mountain,
To the source of the Yellow River on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
From Ma Touqin in the Mongolian Plateau,
To the Wan Li coast of Nansha Islands.
The raging fire in the north and south of the Great Wall.
The human dream of going to the high gorge of the Three Gorges Dam and leaving Pinghu.
The Loess Plateau is filled with gullies and gullies,
Brother Qiang, why complain about Liu!
Yumenguan has become a rice granary with a bumper harvest.
"I like to see thousands of hectares of rice fields",
The north of Lingnan Ridge is soaked with attractive rice.
The millet in Henan and Hebei is ripe and golden.
The ancient Red Cliff has drained its former blood,
Peacemaking-
The conquest of the past is no longer a battlefield for killing.
When your sons and daughters of 56 nationalities turn their bones into swords,
When your soldiers patrol and stand guard for you on the snowy plateau,
When your people bow to you step by step,
When your son beats the drums that shake the mountains and rivers for you,
When your daughter dances the cheerful yangko and rings the waist drum,
When your body becomes the world-famous Mount Everest.
Yellow River-
My powerful mother!
You will be proud of your diligent and clever children.
Feel proud and proud!
Yellow River-
My great and magnificent mother river!
No matter where you go,
Your child with black hair, black eyes and yellow skin—
He'll keep singing for a long time-
That song!
I love the surging Yellow River, the surging Yangtze River and the deep and vast sea, but I love the clear and bright mother river in my hometown-Funan River.
The water in the mother river is green, like a piece of jade, shining with beautiful luster; The water in the mother river is soft, breezy and rippling, like a silk fluttering in the wind; The water in the mother river is alive, and layers of tiny waves move with the wind, chasing and playing with the jumping sunshine; The water in the mother river is still, just like a mirror, clearly reflecting green trees, red flowers, blue sky and white clouds.
On both sides of the mother river: all kinds of tall buildings have sprung up; One riverside park after another is unique and quiet; The green lawn is like two huge carpets; All kinds of trees are lush; A pavilion overhangs the eaves, which is wonderful; Nanhe Bridge and Xiaohongqiao are like two rainbows across the river. Poetry and calligraphy of cultural attractions make people linger; Aphorisms and beautiful sentences can be seen everywhere; Beautiful art of garbage facilities; Fitness equipment is readily available. ......
In the morning, the mother river is so quiet, so pure and so beautiful. People come to the river, reciting, running, boxing, practicing swords and enjoying the fresh air.
During the day, there is an endless stream of people for leisure and sightseeing. They like to watch and enjoy the happiness brought by the beautiful scenery of Funan River!
In the evening, the curved crescent moon is reflected on the clear and transparent river, so beautiful and so gentle and charming. After a hard day's work, people come to the river, or take a walk, or drink tea, or play chess, or chat ... or get rid of fatigue, or relax, or chew and digest the day's life, or predict and plan tomorrow's happiness. ......
Whenever night falls, the colored lights on the banks, bridges, buildings and underwater will light up. The river is like a colored pearl, which makes people wander in this fairyland.
In the past, the houses on both sides of the Funan River were dilapidated, with piles of garbage, rats scurrying around, sewage flowing across the river and stinking. After the hard work of Chengdu people, there are many tall buildings on both sides of the Funan River, with trees and flowers in full bloom. Funan River Project not only won the World Habitat Environment Award, but also became the pride and symbol of Chengdu and the mother river of Chengdu people!
The mother river brings us endless enjoyment, and we will always love the mother river!