There are modern poems about the Yellow River 1 Yellow River,
Magnificent Yellow River;
From the sky to the sky.
Yellow river,
Hero's Yellow River;
Create countless miracles on earth.
Yellow river,
The Yellow River in China;
Chinese civilization is flowing.
Yellow river,
Poetic Yellow River;
Made countless beautiful chapters.
Yellow river,
The ancient Yellow River;
Shining with the soul of China.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in spring;
Thinking of jasmine flowers in full bloom in spring.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in summer;
Like green trees in the sky.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in autumn;
Depicted a colorful world.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in winter;
Gave birth to new life.
Yellow river,
Beautiful Yellow River;
Your tomorrow is even more dazzling.
There are modern poems about the Yellow River, and I used to laugh wildly.
I was also in tears.
weep
To understand the preciousness of love.
The Yellow River is the most beautiful.
Although your appearance is not gorgeous.
You treat the blue sky and white clouds as sisters.
You regard wind, frost, rain and snow as brothers
I am just a millet beside you.
Wherever I go, your emulsion feeds me into granules.
We can't deny our relationship.
Although your face spans the century
You have a hundred Ge ships in your hand.
You tie your skirt and long sleeves tightly to the hearts of both sides.
weep
To understand the true meaning of love.
The Yellow River is the most beautiful.
In my heart
This will never be a thing of the past.
There are modern poems about the Yellow River.
No worship
Stop for a moment.
Think, stare
The surge of dreams
Hang out with the most enthusiastic people
Looking forward to it, but for now.
But broad-minded, tend to be dull.
The wind tells the story of lingering sand.
Sand pours out of the chaos of the wind.
No matter how deep the footprints are—
And pretend to be dissatisfied with the call of the wanderer
So far, I still don't understand.
How much regret do you need?
To cover it up
My attachment to the Yellow River ...
There are modern poems about the Yellow River. Yellow River, I love you.
For 5,000 years, you have been crawling on the earth like a dragon, crossing things, and perfectly dividing China into two boundary points.
For 5,000 years, you rejoiced in your majestic charm, just like a sharp blade cut off your inner shackles.
Humble me, please listen to the voice of a prodigal son
At this moment, I hold my head high and cut off eight thousand miles of mountains and rivers, listening to your low roar.
The poet praises you with the most gorgeous chapter: Have you seen how the water of the Yellow River moves out of heaven?
The lyricist praises you with the most sincere tone: the Yellow River is roaring.
History can't stop you from running, and the Milky Way, the sun and the moon are looking down at your broad body.
You are fearless, day and night, time and time again, you are still chaotic.
Yellow River, I love you.
It is you! Break the mystery and drive away loneliness
It is you! Get wisdom and open the treasure of the soul.
You gave birth to China's soul, you are China's mother, you are a blessed land of life, and the road ahead has been opened up by you. Then, the road ahead is paved for us.
Yellow River, my mother river.
Did you hear my prayer?
Spring and autumn change, you come and I go, you come and I go, taking away countless obsessed people.
If you want to lose your life, I am willing to follow in your footsteps and bury your gorgeous body with my own body.
Idiot, idiot
From the moment you set sail with anger, the world turned upside down for you.
Your eyes are bleeding and crying for the fall of the earth.
Your chest rises and falls, sighing the bloated earth.
Hold your hand tightly and cut off the angry flame of the earth.
Your steps are heavy, and you don't want to crush the earth
Life and death are in your eyes, reincarnation is in your eyes, and we are in your eyes
Your body is clean muddy yellow, which is your favorite color.
The world is blind, can't see your vastness, and can only kneel down and beg for your pity.
You walk around people's hearts with glory, brilliance and broad steps.
Bang, bang, is that your heartbeat? Why is it so tragic and sad?
In 5,000 years, a splendid Chinese civilization was born.
What about you? What about you?
You are as messy as I am, and your footprints are all over the country. That's who you really are, hanging around on the earth until you feel lonely.
How many days and nights are there in modern poems about the Yellow River?
You are a knot in my heart.
Those familiar stories
Not only is it full of legends that are troubled by dreams.
The hardships of a Wan Li.
Sing the battle song of life all the way.
The last romance in five thousand years.
The big waves washed away the primitiveness of history.
The waves washed away the blood and tears.
Loess precipitated pain and joy.
You're walking in a zigzag way.
Engrave eternity deeply in history.
Turbidity washed away the dust of my servant.
Let your mind wander around just visiting.
The mood is like this rushing spray.
Any language is too pale to tell.
The green hills in the distance are still silent.
Tears surge in my heart.
There are modern poems about the Yellow River 6 standing on the bank of the Yellow River.
Listen quietly
The Loess Plateau is among them.
The sound that has been rushing for billions of years.
Roaring yellow people
Expectation of flow
The waves splashed flowers.
Magnificent Yellow River hymn
Open the hope of picking flowers in the evening.
The sound of the yellow river
Accompanied by the eternal rhythm.
Flow history
Sweat and tears with children in China.
Mixed with surging melody
The Yellow River is the cradle of a nation.
Tree species kissed by the Yellow River are buried deep underground.
Oil and coal mines
Playing for the Yellow River Chorus.
There is a magical evergreen tree.
Sipping milk from the Yellow River.
Has produced 56 sacred seeds.
The reproduction of blood and language
Let history flow out.
Free blue sky
Let the banks of the yellow river
With bright red peony on one side.
On one side is the charming lotus flower.
The Yellow River is lifelike.
Let miracles and sublimity fly into the whirlpool.
A bridge across the Yellow River
Cross-strait competition.
People are running on the bridge.
Can you hear the miracle of the Yellow River?
Standing on the bank of the Yellow River
Listen quietly
The Yellow River is nature.
Poetry recited on the earth
The content of the poem is broad and profound.
The rhythm of this poem is vigorous and solemn.
That wave is better than every one.
But the eternal notes of the Yellow River.
There is a modern poem about the Yellow River 7 (1).
Yellow River, I am your descendant who just joined the WTO.
You are in my poor memory.
It's a poem, a painting and a song.
At the same time, I was frightened by my parents' fear of you.
However, I know that you are not a fairy tale or a legend.
So I'm here.
The day when green leaves bloom in spring.
In the season without floods
I am here with a budding heart.
With the eyes of first love
With a wish and many beliefs
I came to your side.
Ah, how the water of the Yellow River flows down from the sky.
Yellow River, I am the red willow on your shore.
My nearsighted eyes can only read your fragments.
Your waves are beautiful lines.
You are a man, the oldest epic in China.
I will take a graduation thesis from you.
To the times and to the future.
(2)
Yellow River, you are the birth mother of Chinese characters in China.
By your side, your beloved son Oracle Bone Inscriptions.
Grow up with the years
He cultivated history and spread poetry.
He connects people and cleans up the world.
He extended the hand of friendship, peace, love and life to the universe.
But he is also a guilty man.
Five thousand years.
He once strangled life without shedding a drop of blood.
Five thousand years.
He once separated the world intentionally or unintentionally.
However, his work is higher than before.
His greatness is as high as a mountain.
As rich as air.
His immortality is the immortality of life.
Ah, Yellow River, you are mother's never-drying emulsion.
You cross the east and west naked and show yourself to your children and grandchildren.
You won't bow your head because of your turbidity.
Because you have a clear source.
You are not proud of your figure.
Because you have a shallow stream that has been torn.
So, there are thousands of drops of blood and tears on you.
Gradually silted up with the passage of time.
Let you cross your chapped lips for generations.
Precipitated in every small and noble heart.
Insert trees, plant wheat and let the green mature here.
Yellow River, you are the tears of pain and joy for thousands of years.
You are willing or unwilling to bleed for thousands of years.
(3)
There are many straight stone tablets standing on the vast beach.
Thin red willows stare at the Yellow River with deep faith.
This unyielding hand only calls for light and the future.
Keep your eyes open and watch your waves rise and fall.
Yellow River, you warmed them with your warm heart.
They sleep next to you today.
Lost land, lost parents.
The child who lost his virginity came to see you.
A head stronger than a stone
A child with a physical advantage over a bayonet.
Coming towards you
It is full of ideals and hopes.
The kid trapped by catch-22 came to see you.
You are a tree and they are leaves.
They embrace your roots with anemic bodies in autumn.
Let you spend the cold healthily in snowy winter.
You are the river and they are the shore.
They filled every gap in you with their lives.
Let you drive safely in the river forever.
Yellow River, you use your mother's hand.
Shake them gently to sleep.
(4)
The Yellow River, from the day you were born.
The deep and distant boatman's horn will hit you.
Your color is the color of your children and the land.
A boatman who deeply buckles his shoulders with historical woven fiber ropes.
Smooth out the wrinkles on your face with that old boat.
You smoothed the ups and downs of the motherland.
Yellow River, you are a long and tough rope of the motherland.
(5)
Powerful and magnificent military forces.
Huangshadangdang
Can't stop your direction.
You walked out of Bayan Kara.
Across the desert
Walk across the grassland
Through the mountains
Walking through the Loess Plateau
Walk through the land of China
Carve it deeply on the earth with your life.
A tortuous word "Ji"
(6)
Ah! Yellow river
You are a monument to the flowing Great Wall.
You are a blonde comb in the history of ancient hieroglyphics in China.
You are a ruler to measure the past and the future.
You are the umbilical cord connecting mother and child.
You are the Milky Way in the night.
You are the corn in the north and the banana in the south.
You are a short yellow signal light.
You are the person who marks the starting point.
You are an oar that paddles forever, and a golden pen that keeps writing.
You are a turning tool to open up the future pneumatic drill and cut the reality.
You are the pulse of the times and the blood of the nation.
You are the pointer.
You are the coordinates
You are a flock of geese.
You are a rainbow.
You are the key to the future world.
You are a powerful heartstring touched by time.
You are the springboard of the sun and the hotbed of the moon.
You are a tornado sweeping east and west.
Ah! Yellow river
You are the resurrected dragon and the soaring eagle.
There are modern poems about the Yellow River. 8. Return from the distant sky.
Since ancient times
What kind of music should I use to chant at the moment?
You have been flowing endlessly for thousands of years.
Black breeds and yellow thrives.
Footprints of the growth of Chinese civilization
Tao doesn't have many twists and turns and vicissitudes.
All turned into turbid waves rolling all the way.
Look at the ninety-nine bends of fate
Every splash
Agitate and shout
It is the hottest expectation from the depths of the earth.
The call of national totem
China people have been linked by blood for generations.
For generations, rafts have crossed the coast.
Paddle of life
Full of the fragrance of your golden lotion.
I can't find Hebo's water map or Dayu's mud clothes.
Blowing in the wind, gone forever.
But only every immortal song about you
Still on both sides of history
Youyou chuanchang
There is a modern poem about the Yellow River. I spent the whole summer.
Chasing your surging skirt
Like a sheepskin raft.
In the days you have passed.
I have exposed my heart.
When I count the white clouds floating in the blue sky
When the sand in your pocket
Shake off the thick embankment.
The boy
With a stolen screwdriver
Squatting on a stone and watching the old people sing opera.
He wants to steal a boat.
Downstream-easy success
He imagined the sea overhead.
And the Yellow River below.
The tragedy of rainy days.
Entangled.
He maintained a graceful posture.
After walking all the way into the museum
He couldn't hold back his inner surge any longer.
He stole short-lived love.
He shouted to the Yellow River.
Write down her name again and again on the shore.
Sometimes he looks crazy.
Run to the other side of the Yellow River in one breath.
Those flashing memories
Always at a loss.
With a little sadness
When you can't see the Yellow River in the future
When every random night
I still hear the Yellow River rushing.
roll in
There is a modern poem about the Yellow River 10. I know your past.
Roaring at you
Awaken the Chinese nation
Your milk
Raising her children.
A humiliated body
Still guarding it
This black barren land
This is your past.
I will never forget it.
Tired yellow river water
Clear and calm
Muddy sand and mud
Pile up into high beach hills
Standing on the river bank
Like a girl in the mountains.
By the grass in the sun
How pure and beautiful it is.
I saw it.
Your smiling face
There are traces of tears.
I saw it, too
Your sharp bright eyes
Still looking at the distant sky
Are there any modern poems about the Yellow River 1 1 Am I ugly?
Please don't despise me.
Am I poor?
Please don't abandon me.
I like freedom.
Ugly poverty
Except shouting and growling.
I have nothing.
Am I pretty?
Please don't praise me.
Am I pretty?
Please don't fall in love with me.
I love life.
beautiful
Except for the milk body
Still have special feelings for the earth.
There is a modern poem about the Yellow River 12, my love.
It's the rushing Yellow River.
He was devastated.
Go straight east.
Find my way
The yellow moon is like a hook.
I am in a distant place.
I saw his mirror image.
I heard the news.
The seed of love breeds
Countless descendants? Protect rivers like forests.
Guard by his side
Let his world
Become a picturesque Jiangnan
He will be very clear from now on.
Lovely lover
Like my children.
Is it sweet? Gentle and docile
As soon as the modern poem about the Yellow River 13 set foot on the land of the Central Plains,
Strong humanistic atmosphere,
I came to me,
Drown me.
Oh, I seem to have walked into an old house.
A huge old house that has gone through thousands of years.
The house is the Yellow River.
The mother river that flows through ten thousand years!
The Yellow River is very long.
As white as earth,
Since ancient times,
Travel-stained.
Oh, mother river,
Don't cry when you see me,
Although I have tears.
Touch you gently,
Feeling so familiar,
It seems to be me.
Ah, mother river,
I am your child,
Qian Qian is one in a million.
Your blood is flowing,
With the same pulse as you!
I don't want to wake up your sleeping memory,
You tell the old saying,
Emperor Yanhuang fought fiercely here,
General Han and Tang fought here,
Even the soldiers of Yuan Qing have passed through here.
Smoke filled the air, competing for the Central Plains,
How many wars are not unjust wars,
Burning and looting, killing and arson,
Take the country as your home and enslave the world.
Stop, my mother river,
I know we have yellow skin,
I know we've had a difficult journey,
I know we are China culture,
I know that our road will be tortuous.
Mother river,
We should have confidence,
We must move forward,
Your 10,000 children in Qian Qian inherited your personality.
Work hard and be kind to others,
The world is for the public and selfless dedication.
One day,
You will smile,
The world is harmonious,
Beautiful and plump!