A modern poem praising the Yellow River: I rolled on the Yellow River all 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.
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Modern Poetry 2 Praise the Yellow River: The Yellow River Aria returns 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
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