What spring looks like.
Don du fu
Chang' an fell, the country was broken, and only the mountains and rivers remained; Spring has come, and the sparsely populated Chang' an city is densely forested. Sad state, can not help but burst into tears, amazing birds, leaving sorrow and hate. The war lasted for more than half a year, and letters from home were rare, with a hundred thousand gold. Twisting with melancholy, scratching my head and thinking, the more I scratch my white hair, I can hardly insert a hairpin.
homesickness
Modern Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there. When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Now, homesickness
The song of Seven
Modern wenyiduo
The mother of seven is on pins and needles. Seven sons feel sorry for themselves, hoping to return to their mother's heart. The poet wrote "Kai Feng" to praise it. Since the Treaty of Nebuchadnezzar Chu, China has successively lost its land, lost to the motherland, and been abused by different species. Assuming that its sorrow is not limited to the seven sons of Kaifeng, it is related to China.
Song of prison
Modern Ye Ting
The door where people come in and out is locked, the hole where dogs climb is open, and a voice is shouting: Climb out and set you free! I long for freedom, but I also know that a person's body can't climb out of the dog hole! I can only look forward to that day-the underground fire rushed up and burned this living coffin.
I love this land.
Modern Aiqing
If I were a bird, I should also sing with a hoarse throat: this land that was hit by the storm, this river of sadness and indignation that will always surge on us, this restless wind, and the incomparable gentle dawn from the forest ...-Then I died and even my feathers rotted.
"I use my damaged palm."
Modern Dai Wangshu
I groped for this vast land with my broken palm: this corner has turned to ashes, and there is only blood and mud in that corner; This lake should be my hometown. In spring, the bank is full of flowers, and the tender willow branches are broken with strange fragrance. ) I touch seaweed and cool water. The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold.
Motherland, my dear motherland.
Modern shuting
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years; I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened. When you grope in the tunnel of history, I am a withered ear of rice and a disrepair roadbed. It is the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deep into your shoulder,-motherland! I am very poor.
When I die,
Modern Yu Guangzhong
When I die, bury me, put my head between the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, with white hair and black soil. In China, the most beautiful and motherly country, I will sleep peacefully, sleep on the whole continent and listen to the voices of both sides. Requiem starts from the eternal movement of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, surging and facing the east. This is the most indulgent and widest bed for the heart.
Ji Hai's Miscellaneous Poems (5)
Qing palace zizhen
The vast sadness of parting extends to the setting sun, away from Beijing, riding a whip to the east, feeling that people are on earth. I quit my job and go home, just like a flower falling from a branch, but this is not a heartless thing. It can be turned into the soil of spring and can also play a role in nurturing the next generation.
Show it to your son.
Song luyou
I know that when I die, everything on earth has nothing to do with me. But the only thing that hurts me is that I failed to see the reunification of the motherland. Therefore, when the great Song Jun team recaptures the Central Plains, you will hold a home banquet ceremony. Don't forget to tell me the good news!
The first part "two dikes"
Don Wang Changling
It is still the moon and border pass in Qin and Han dynasties, and the enemy has fought a protracted war. If Wei Qing, who attacked Longcheng, and Li Guang, the flying general, were alive today, the Huns would not be allowed to go south to spend their horses in Yinshan.
Crossing the ocean of zero
Tian Xiang, Wen Song
Once the effort comes, there will be fewer stars around. The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and life experiences are ups and downs. The beach of fear says fear, and there is a sigh in the ocean. Who hasn't died since ancient times? Take the heart of Dan and follow history.
Bo Qinhuai