Chapter 1: A poem celebrating the return of Hong Kong 20 17? Bauhinia that blooms forever?
Blooming in Hong Kong Golden Bauhinia Square
The golden petals are vigorous and upward.
The five-star red flag is flying.
For twenty years,
Bauhinia holds high the hand of freedom.
As a giant.
stand lofty and firm
It has experienced many hardships.
It broke free from the shackles of humiliation.
Is it useful? One country, two systems? 、? Hong Kong people control Hong Kong? Policy of
Hold a returning heart.
Bloom in the sky
This one? Bauhinia that blooms forever? ah
It is * * * to enjoy the glory and glow.
Is * * * grams of difficult times, have a boiling passion.
Children blooming in Hong Kong.
Warm in the hearts of Chinese mothers.
Chapter 2: 20 17 Poems Celebrating the Return of Hong Kong
After a century's journey
Walking towards you
Towards the door of reunion
The clock of history on the bridge
Ringing the joy of returning.
How many excited tears and
A lot of words
Follow the path you set.
Touch the hearts of every Chinese descendant.
At this moment.
I do
Carry my blessing on my shoulder.
Become a bridge
Blood flowing on the yellow land
Make you a stone tablet
over there
Prove for our country
A warning to the younger generation
Chapter 3: Poems celebrating the return of Hong Kong at midnight on 20 17. Hong kong,
Let me hold your hand,
Listen to the last minute storm.
Listening to your approaching footsteps,
Listen to the heartbeat and inquiries of all China people.
last minute
This is the shape of a flag,
Is the red rising slowly between heaven and earth,
It is the backbone of China people, with a straight flagpole.
Is unfolding, the land and sky of Hong Kong,
This is a moment of silence for everyone to celebrate.
His trembling lips remained silent,
Who is crying over and over again?
Gently shouted the name:
Hong Kong, Hong Kong, our hearts!
I saw it,
The last wisp of smoke over mankind,
The last moment after a hundred years.
Finally dispersed;
Shredded history textbooks,
On page 1997,
That scar that goes deep into the bone marrow,
Blood and knife light have been released.
Into our souls.
When a yellow old treaty quietly landed,
Emerge from the smoke
The face of the Great Wall, the face with yellow skin,
What is slow flow?
A hundred years of pain and happiness,
Through these tears,
Let the sea boil!
At this moment,
It's midnight and early morning,
All eyes are brand-new. Sunrise,
All salutes are the bells of the century.
Hong Kong, let me hold your hand tightly.
Listen to the last minute of wind and rain,
Then run, hug,
Welcome new things
Dew and fragrance
Rooted in the depths of the earth
The first bauhinia flower
Chapter 3: 20 17 Poems to Celebrate the Return of Hong Kong, Being Alone for a Hundred Years.
Whether plundered by the emperor,
Or the remains of Dongying,
Whether it's a towering building,
Or a port with a vast sea, blue sky and fragrance,
A hundred years of regret,
A hundred years is too long,
No matter those days,
Bitter,
It's hard,
It's pain,
It's hate,
Is independence,
Now let the bright Pearl of the East,
Take root in the motherland!
Chapter 4: 20 17 Celebrating the Return of Hong Kong and Seeing Hong Kong.
Celebrate the 20th anniversary of the return of Hong Kong.
I stood on the plateau and looked out.
Hong Kong is brightly lit.
The whistle of Victoria Bay
Xiangjiang soothes
I am a member of this plateau.
Fortunately, I experienced a sacred moment.
When the national anthem is played, the national flag rises slowly.
My eyes are full of tears.
I saw the dragon of the motherland take off.
I feel that the century-old shame is being washed away.
Twenty years,
Under the guidance of the motherland, this boat is in Hong Kong.
How many rapids have you crossed?
How many plots have gone bankrupt?
How many vicious curses turned into jokes.
That crooked old woman is still chattering.
Nothing can stop the flag from falling.
The former empire has become today's dog-legged follower.
I think Hong Kong.
Like a young man galloping forward
Healthy, strong and full of energy.
I think Hong Kong.
Like a big girl in brocade
Under the care of the motherland
It's fascinating to have all kinds of manners
I'm here to watch Hong Kong.
Through the fog
It will be better to see Hong Kong tomorrow.
How much wind and rain are we going through together?
How many setbacks are we going to spend together?
I clenched the steel gun in my hand.
Eager for the baptism of battle
Longing for dreams and glory
The victory of truth and justice will surely come.
homeland
Stand up.