Ask for a poem praising Ai Qing.

(1) Ai Qing can't turn blue, but she thinks of Ai Qing, a tall mottled shrub and leaves scattered in the sky. Villages bow their heads in succession, bearing the favor of poetry. The magnificent curtain is exciting, and the mountains and rivers embrace the birth of a red regime. I think of Ai Qing's Nanny Dayan River. The wheat in the sad village is tumbling, like spinach and reeds in the air, waving the birth of a poet on the mountain, like those faint particles in the water. Follow the wind speed, when you reach the sky, you must see the sun, see the brightness, and see the lights burn your skin. Countless windows are like human ears. You pricked up your ears and heard a small sound. There are many kinds of tenderness that can calm you down. You must have seen the woman who painted plum blossoms, seen the endless feast, and heard the unspoken words, green, withered, incomplete love or embarrassment, existence or nothingness. You are a poet. You stand by the river, and I stand on the roof of Hepo Old Street, watching you. When you see me, don't laugh, close your eyes, and countless peach blossoms bury you and me in the poets of life and death. (2) Pray for me, Ai Qing, get up, please tell them that what they are waiting for is coming. I walked through the dew and was guided by the last star. I come from the east, from the turbulent sea. I will bring light to the world and warmth to mankind. Please pass on my message to those people whose eyes are burning with desire, and those distant cities and villages immersed in suffering. Please welcome them. My pioneer of the day, the messenger of light, opens all the windows and welcomes all the doors. Please honk your horn to welcome you. Please blow the horn to welcome. Please ask the cleaner to clean the street. Please drive the truck to transport the garbage. Let the workers stride in the street. Line up the cars across the square. Please wake up these villages from the wet fog. To welcome me, please open their fences and ask the women in the village to open their chickens. Please ask the farmers to pick up the livestock. Cattle are brought out of the shed. Tell them with your warm mouth that I am from the other side of the mountain. Come from the other side of the forest and ask them to clean up those threshing floors and those permanently dirty patios. Please open the window covered with colored paper. Please open the door with Spring Festival couplets. Please wake up the careful woman and the snoring man. Please invite young lovers to get up with those sleepy girls. Please wake up the sleepy mother and the baby beside him. Please wake everyone up, even sick pregnant women and elderly people. People in bed, even the wounded in the just war and the refugees displaced by the collapse of their hometown, please wake up all the unfortunate people, and I will give them comfort together, please wake up all the people and workers who love life. Technicians and painters invite singers to sing to welcome the sound of grass and dew, dancers to dance to welcome their dressing gowns covered with white fog, and those healthy and beautiful people wake up and say, I'll knock on their windows, and invite poets who are loyal to time to bring comfort to mankind and ask them to prepare for it. When the rooster crows for the last time, please get everyone ready to meet me. Ask them to gaze at the horizon with pious eyes. I will give the kindest light to all who expect me. Please tell them that what they are waiting for is coming. Give the sun a morning. I will wake up from my sleep and be glad to see your light. Although I was sleepy last night, I was still troubled by countless nightmares. Your fresh, gentle and clear light shines on the window that I haven't opened for a long time. The window paper is painted pale yellow like pollen and embedded in a light blue neat grid. My heart is full of gratitude. I get out of bed, open the window door that has been closed for a winter, and let you spread a bright tablecloth made of all gold on my table by the window. So, I was surprised to see you: so real, no doubt, you stood on the opposite top of the mountain, and you smiled so clearly. I try to open my eyes to see you, eager to capture your image, how intense, how trance, how solemn! Your light stung my pupils. Sun, your immortal philosopher, you have brought happiness to the world. Even if you are the most unfortunate person, you can see your inner comfort. You are the forger of time and the gilder of a better life; You cast the days into countless golden wheels and fly in the ancient wasteland ... Without you, the sun, all life would crawl in the dark, and even with wings, it could only fly in the eternal night like a bat. I love you as people love their mothers. You feed my thoughts and thoughts with light and heat-let me live passionately and suffer for my ideals until my life is taken away by death. After a long and lonely winter, today, I want to go to the top of the mountain, take off my clothes and be naked. Let my soul bathe in your glory ... hug grandpa Ai Qing-I want to hug you because your pen is amazing. It paddles gently on the Wujiang River, and the Wujiang River keeps flowing. It also sings cheerful songs, and uses its poems to promote China's culture to the world and make the world look so beautiful. Grandpa Ai Qing-I want to hug you, because your heart is so friendly, and people all over China are moved by your broad mind. People all over the world are warm by you, Grandpa Ai Qing-I want to hug you, let your love and my love have wings to fly to the blue sky and white clouds, and make the whole world more magical and beautiful! Jinhua, proud of you-dedicated to grandpa Ai Qing, born in the same land, you are the pride of Jinhua people. Emotion and nature are your greatest characteristics. In prison, the gaze at home and the persistent pursuit of truth, goodness and beauty linger in people's images. Honest, kind and simple, you are destined to have many bumps and difficulties in your destiny, but you have overcome them one by one. Jiang Haicheng-Ai Qing-Jinhua is proud of you!