Author: Shu Ting
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun 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;
This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull into your shoulder-the motherland!
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful expectations.
This is a flower that hasn't fallen to the ground in Tian Fei's sleeve for thousands of years.
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-Motherland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me,
Thoughtful me,
Boil me
And then from my flesh and blood
In order to get your wealth,
Your glory,
Your freedom
-Motherland
my dear motherland
2. I love this land.
Author: Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the very gentle Li from the forest.
Ming dynasty ... then I died,
feather
Also rotting in the land.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
3. Song of Prison
Author: Ye Ting
People coming in and out
The door is locked,
The hole the dog climbed was open,
A voice shouted: climb out and set you free!
I long for freedom, but I also deeply understand-
How can a person's body crawl out of a dog hole!
I can only look forward to that day, when the local fire flies,
Burn this living coffin with me,
I deserve eternal life in fire and blood!
4. "Teach me how not to think about her"
Author: Liu Bannong
There are several clouds floating in the sky.
There is a breeze blowing on the ground.
Ah!
The breeze blows my hair,
Teach me how to miss her.
Moonlight loves the ocean,
The ocean fell in love with the moonlight. Ah!
Such a honey-like silver night,
Teach me how to miss her.
The falling flowers on the water flow slowly,
Fish swim slowly downstream.
Ah!
Swallow, what did you say?
Teach me how to miss her.
Dead trees shake in the cold wind,
Wildfire burns in the twilight.
Ah!
There is still some light in the western paradise. Teach me how to miss her.
5. "You are"
Author: collectors
You are the peak of Mount Tai,
Lofty and hard;
You crossed the Yangtze River and the Three Gorges,
Surging,
When I think of you after 6 1 year,
Whistling past my ears
Heavy rain and strong wind
You are a blazing fire,
Burn the rotten things clean;
You are the mirror of light.
Concentrate people's expectations,
You are making a brand-new history,
Inherit the fine tradition.
People cheer and salute you,
You have a broad mind,
Don't take credit for yourself,
Your feet are rooted in the earth,
Your fame soars in the sky.
Times are developing,
You are the dragon in the clouds;
Evil tiger at present,
You are brave,
Holding an iron fist,
Never relax.
You are the lightning that breaks the darkness,
You are the dormant thunder,
You are the sea of wisdom,
You are a sky lamp hanging high,
You are a soldier of the people and have unlimited power!
You are full of heroism,
Forever forward,
Always young.
6. "One sentence"
Author: Wen Yiduo has a saying that is a curse,
There is a saying that you can light a fire.
Although no one has said it for 5 thousand years,
Can you guess the silence of the volcano?
Maybe he was suddenly possessed,
Suddenly, there was a thunderbolt in the blue sky.
Boom: "Our China!"
This sentence taught me how to say this day.
You don't believe that Cycas blooms,
Then listen to this: when the volcano can't help but be silent,
Don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stamp your feet.
Wait until the blue sky thunders.
Boom: "Our China!"
7. Chinatown
Author: Huang
This is a port.
The local accent of China people.
There is no need to ask where the guests are from.
A bright yellowish complexion.
Yangzhou Yima
Chang 'an Quegong
Yan yuan became a kind of queen.
The wind is Xiao Sheng in history.
It sounds like
A song as soft as a dream
It is a castle that will never be stationed.
Twenty-four flowers from China gathered together.
You are a bluegrass that can take root without soil.
Drinking the cold of frost and snow
Bloom the fragrance of the East.
Unique flag image
The waves of the Yellow River always flow eastward to the sunny side.
This is an excellent relief.
Bright and bright
Huang Xuan Glaze in Yangshao Market
Clouds will change.
Just like the messenger sea outside Yumenguan in the west, it is the Silk Road in your heart.
Lonely sails and distant shadows
The bright moon in my hometown is looking up at the magnetic field of Beidou.
You become a careful collector.
I was once poor and pawned my soft hands.
Just refused to pawn the furniture brought from the motherland.
Five thousand years is not an antique that can be auctioned casually.
But a magic lamp that can bring happiness.