1. Poems about Xintianyou
Poems about Xintianyou 1. Beg on your knees
Xintianyou
The north wind of the twelfth lunar month blows in waves
Whose pot is cooking bean porridge?
The fragrance of rice fills the village
Yao asked sister, can you smell it?
I have never met my sister
Your appearance has been etched in my mind for a long time
I invite you to come to my house for a visit
Our sisterly love is a delicate dish
White flour steamed buns with red fruits
Sit on the hot kang when your feet are cold
Do you like to eat sorghum and corn?
I want to give you another red flower
Call me sister
I want you to come to northern Shaanxi for a walk
My sister is waiting for you at the top of the mountain Yo
I want to perform Yangko dance with you
My mother stir-fried the eggs with leeks
The white flour was kneaded into dough balls
Deep-fried The fried cakes are delicious
Drinking a bowl of noodle soup will warm my heart
Call me sister
I look forward to you coming to celebrate the New Year with me< /p>
I feel so happy when I hold your hand
I beat my waist drum to my sister
I want to keep you in northern Shaanxi
Who wouldn’t recognize me if we put on a headscarf?
Just beat that drum
Call me sister
When will you come
Xintianyou’s Qiangqiang girl sings to my sister
And the Qinqiang Qiang from Shaanxi Province
The two of us performed Huadan on the stage
Blowing the yellow Wind
I really miss my sister tonight
2. Poetry in the form of Xintianyou
1. Poetry in the form of Xintianyou: "Back to Yan'an"< /p>
The original text is as follows:
1
My heart must not beat so hard,
Please do not block my eyes with dust...
I won’t let go of the loess in my hand,
I will stick it tightly to my heart.
Returning to Yan'an in my dreams several times,
Holding Pagoda Mountain with both hands.
Thousands of voices are calling you
--Mother Yan'an is here!
Du Fuchuan sang and laughed at Liulinpu,
The red flag fluttered and waved.
White sheep belly handkerchief and red belt,
Relatives welcome them across the Yanhe River.
I was so full of words that I couldn't say anything at once,
I threw myself into the arms of my relatives.
Two
We saw him off at Ershilipu and greeted him at Liulinpu.
He returned home after ten years of separation.
There are treetops, branches and roots.
Close to mountains and rivers, there are relatives.
The lamb looked at its mother while eating milk,
The millet fed me until I grew up.
The millet in the east mountain and the valley in the west mountain,
The red flag on the shoulder and the book in the hand.
Taught me step by step,
My mother sent us across the Yellow River.
The road of revolution is thousands of miles long,
I am thinking of you all over the world...
Three
Rice, wine, oil, steamed buns, charcoal fire,
Everyone sat around the Kang.
The kiln was packed with airtight,
The sound of footsteps could still be heard beside my head. < /p>
Tears of joy welled up in my eyes.
"You have worked so hard to defend Yan'an,
your hair has grown a few white."
The League Secretary brought in the club director again,
The little sheepherder back then has now grown into an adult.
The window paper is white and the window grilles are red.
The dolls compete to hold the handle.
A mouthful of rice wine is worth a thousand words,
The waves of the Yangtze River are rising.
The revolution has developed greatly in the past ten years,
It is impossible to describe these three thousand six hundred days...
Forty
Tens of millions of legs Thousands of eyes would not be enough for me to walk or see!
Holding the big bright mirror with the blue sky above my head,
Yan'an City shines in my heart:
The streets are wide and flat,
each one The buildings are covered with rainbows;
The electric lights are bright and bright,
Rows of green trees welcome the spring breeze...
I don’t recognize you compared to the past ,
My mother changed into new clothes in Yan'an.
Five
The red flag of Yangjialing is flying high,
The revolution is climaxing!
There are footprints at the foot of the pagoda mountain,
Chairman Mao climbed to Tiananmen!
The lights of Zaoyuan illuminate people's hearts,
The rolling Yanhe River shouts "Forward"!
Red Guards, Youth League, red scarves,
Generations of our heroes have walked...
Great strides on the road to socialism,
The glorious Yanhe is still ahead!
My body has wings and my feet have clouds.
Return to Yan'an to see my mother!
March 9, 1956, Yan'an
2. Introduction to "Back to Yan'an"
"Back to Yan'an" is a song written in the form of Xintianyou folk song The passionate poem and the poet's pure heart extol the Yan'an spirit that raised a generation of revolutionaries. From it, one can feel the poet's beating pulse - his true love for his "mother" Yan'an that will never die.
3. Poetry in the form of Xintianyou
Xintianyou is a form of folk song spread in northwest China.
1. "Wang Gui and Li Xiangxiang" by Li Ji. Among them, "a pair of big eyes are watery, like dew drops dripping on the grass", and "the flowers of Shandandan are red and beautiful, and people with fragrant flowers grow well." This long poem fully inherits the characteristics of Xintianyou. It uses almost all kinds of metaphors from beginning to end, which is both popular and unconventional.
2. "Back to Yan'an" by He Jingzhi. Among them are "I won't let go of the loess with my hands, sticking it tightly to my heart", "The lamb is eating milk and looking at its mother, and the millet will feed me until I grow up", "I have wings and clouds on my feet, I will go back to Yan'an to see my mother" . They were all created on the Xintianyou format and have become model works for modern Xintianyou, and have been popular for a long time.
"Back to Yan'an"
Part of the original text is as follows:
1
Don't let your heart beat so hard,
Don’t block my eyes with the dust...
I won’t let go of the loess in my hand,
I will stick it tightly to my heart.
Returning to Yan'an in my dreams several times,
Holding Pagoda Mountain with both hands.
Thousands of voices are calling you
--Mother Yan'an is here!
Du Fuchuan sang and laughed at Liulinpu,
The red flag fluttered and waved.
White sheep belly handkerchief and red belt,
Relatives welcome them across the Yanhe River.
I was so full of words that I couldn't say anything at once,
I threw myself into the arms of my relatives.
4. Xintianyou Poems
The north wind blows in waves in the twelfth lunar month
Whose pot is cooking bean porridge
The rice is full of fragrance Going around every village
Yao asked sister, can you smell it?
I have never met my sister
Your appearance has been etched in my mind for a long time
I invite you to come to my house for a visit
Our sisterly love is a delicate dish
The white flour steamed buns and red fruit jelly are so hot that our feet are jelly and we sit on the hot kang
Do you like to eat sorghum and corn?
I want another one for free A red flower
Call me sister
I want you to come to northern Shaanxi for a walk
My sister is waiting for you at the top of the mountain
I want to perform Yangko dance with you
My mother stir-fries the eggs with leeks
The white flour is kneaded into dough and the fried oil cake is delicious
Drink A bowl of noodle soup warms my heart
Call me sister
I look forward to you coming to celebrate the New Year with me
I feel happy holding your hand Huai
I beat my waist drum loudly to my sister
I want to keep you in northern Shaanxi
Who wouldn’t recognize me if I put on a headscarf
< p> Just beat that drumCall me sister
When will you come
Xintianyou’s melodious girl sings to my sister
And the Shaanxi Qinqiang opera
We are performing Huadan on the stage
The yellow wind is blowing
I really want to tonight Sister
5. There is a poem, in which there is a sentence "I want to write a song about Xintianyou"
I want to write a song about Xintianyou, floating in the wind, and floating to my sister, Every sentence is sincere and every sentence is not bragging.
I want to write a song about Xintianyou, roaring to the sky in sunny days, and flowing with the rain in rainy season. As long as sister, you don’t bring an umbrella, and you are soaked in the rain, I will dry your head. I want to write a poem about Xintianyou. I held my sister’s hand on the bluestone street of the mountain city, listened to the rushing water by the river, looked at the tall buildings on the top of the mountain, and kissed my sister’s forehead covered with sweat beads.
I want to write a poem about Xin Tianyou, telling my love story and the sorrow of not meeting my sister. If I am looking forward to seeing my sister, I will plunge into my sister's arms. I want to write a poem about Xintianyou. On a cold winter night, I will lean into your arms, warm my body, and sleep until the end of my life.
I want to write a song about Xintianyou. The Yangtze River flows towards the sea. My sister lives in the capital city. I live at the head of the Yangtze River. I want to pray for my sister. I think of the sadness in the first half of my life. Oh, I am a song about Xintianyou. , I want to beg my sister. : Xintianyou, also called Shuntianyou, is a special genre of folk songs in northern Shaanxi, which best represents the charm of northern Shaanxi folk songs.
Xintianyou is a song of sacrifice to life and an ode to love by people in northern Shaanxi. Its long-lasting vitality comes from the endless love and affection on the vast Loess Plateau. Blue sky, white clouds, yellow earth, and Xintianyou, this is the most beautiful scenery in northern Shaanxi.
Xintianyou, a Yuefu in northern Shaanxi. Xintianyou, the sound of nature in northern Shaanxi.
6. What is the difference between Xintianyou and ancient poetry?
Xintianyou is a form of folk song spread in the vast area of ??northwest China. This is a masterpiece handed down from generation to generation engraved with old ingots on the Loess Plateau in the northwest. It is a wonderful flower between Huangpo and Huangshui. The lyrics are in the up-and-down sentence style with the seven-character pattern 223 as the basic sentence format, and are famous for the romantic Bixing technique. It is a folk song in northern Shaanxi. In northern Shaanxi, it is called "Xintianyou", also known as "Shuntianyou" and "Xiaoqu". In Shanxi, it is called "Shanqu", and in Inner Mongolia, it is called "Shanshan Tune".
Poems can be divided into narrative poems, lyric poems, farewell poems, frontier poems, pastoral poems, nostalgic poems (epic poems), mourning poems, poems about objects, military poems, etc. according to their content. Ancient style poems include "The Book of Songs", "Chu Ci", "Yuefu", "Han Fu", "Folk Songs of the Southern and Northern Dynasties", etc. Modern poetry generally consists of quatrains, rhymed verses, and arranged rhymes (long rhymes).
7. Write a poem about the sea in the form of Xintianyou by yourself
Turn into the sea
When you feel lonely, just look up at the beautiful face in the blue sky,
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If depression still cultivates the melancholy of loneliness,
Let comfort turn into lines of poetry.
When life is boring, look for the soil for wonderful reproduction,
If confusion always blocks people from happiness,
Let persistence turn into lines of poetry.
When enthusiasm becomes cold, nourish the thirsty new house, < /p>
If you are still stubborn in the face of optimism,
let your encouragement turn into lines of poetry.
If life is depressing, seize the opportunity to change the direction.
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If grievances still occasionally cause angry excitement,
Let perseverance turn into lines of poetry.
When love withers, just believe in the dazzling light of youth,
If sadness is forever hidden in the inseparable loss,
Let generosity turn into lines of poetry.
When life is gone, remember the magnificent splendor of the years, < /p>
If grief cannot express the power of moving,
let tears turn into lines of poetry.
8. How to write a poem about spring outing to Xintianyou
p>In my hometown, many of its original beauty have been destroyed by modern civilization.
Honeysuckle blooms all over the slope; the ancient civilization of the Warring States period in Sifang City; the clear river under the Xiyang Bridge; the Youshui beach next to the National Middle School.
..No more, no more, the beauty of that time! My hometown, the place where I was born and raised, has lived for thirty-seven years. That Wuji's childhood; that beautiful youth; that unending family affection; that indelible memory.
.Rolling on my way home.
. On the way home, we passed through Aizhai, Paibi, Malichang, and Huayuan into our hometown of Baojing.
The road home is full of mountains and rivers; the road home is winding and long; the road home is full of potholes.
Relatives and friends who pass by or visit are always dizzy. I don't want to go back to my hometown. The roads in my hometown are so dizzy and the roads in my hometown are so blocked that I don't want to go back.
However, when I returned to my hometown, my beloved relatives and friends smiled and entertained me warmly, which made me busy and sweet! I stayed for a day, tired and happy in my hometown, and left with goodbyes.