Modern Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. I'm here and my mother is there.
When I grow up, homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there.
Later, homesickness became a temporary grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside.
Now, homesickness is a shallow strait. I am here and the mainland is there.
2. The Song of Seven Sons Ahava
Modern wenyiduo
Let me protect the oldest sea in China again,
The original sacred mountain on the shore here is.
Mom, don't forget that I am an expert in preventing the sea.
I have a Liu Gongdao as my shield.
Come back, it's time.
The remains of saints are buried behind me!
Mom! I want to come back, mom!
3. Rain Lane
Modern Dai Wangshu
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Alone,
Wandering in the long, long
Lonely rain lane.
I hope that when it happens,
Like cloves,
A girl with a grudge.
She has,
Clove-like color,
Lilac-like fragrance,
Sad as cloves,
Mourning in the rain,
Sad and confused.
She lingers in this lonely rain lane,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Like me,
Like me,
Walking silently,
Cold, sadness and melancholy.
She approached quietly,
Get close, throw again,
Panting eyes.
She floated by,
Like a dream,
Sad and confused like a dream,
Like a dream,
Lilac garden.
I passed this girl,
She left silently, left,
A crumbling fence,
Walking through this rainy path,
In the lamentation of the rain,
Remove her color,
Spread her fragrance,
Dissipated,
Even hers,
Breathing eyes,
The melancholy of lilacs,
Holding an oil-paper umbrella,
Alone,
Wandering in the long, long,
Lonely rain lane.
I hope to float,
Like cloves,
A girl with a grudge,
4. Motherland, my dear motherland
Modern shuting
I am an old waterwheel worn by your river,
Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;
I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am the withered ear of rice, the disrepair roadbed;
This is a barge on the beach.
Put the rope deep,
Stuff it on your shoulder,
-the motherland!
I'm poor,
I am sad.
I am your ancestor,
Painful hope,
This is the "flying" cuff,
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years,
-the motherland!
I am your brand-new ideal,
Just broke free from the spider web of myth;
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow;
I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging;
I am the newly painted white starting line;
This is the crimson dawn,
It is sprayed;
-the motherland!
I'm one billionth of you,
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
With your scarred breasts,
Feeding,
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me;
So from my flesh and blood,
In order to get,
Your richness, your glory, your freedom;
-the motherland,
My dear motherland!
5. Out of chapter
Modern border Zhi Lin
You stand on the bridge and watch the scenery.
The landscape observer is watching you upstairs.
The bright moon decorated your window,
You decorated other people's dreams.
6. Shia Nora
Xu Maodong paper mold
The most is the gentleness of bowing,
Like a lotus, it can't overcome the shyness of the cool breeze.
Take care, take care,
There is sweet sadness in the treasure—
Shian, Nora.
accidentally
Xu Maodong paper mold
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected to the center of your wave-
You shouldn't be surprised,
There's no need to be happy-
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
8. Everywhere
Modern ancient city
You,
Look back at me,
Watch the clouds later.
I think,
When you look at me from a distance,
You look at the clouds up close,
You remember it well,
You'd better forget,
The light that shines on each other at this intersection!
9. You are April on Earth.
Modern Lin Yinhui
I said you are the April day of this world.
Laughter lit up the breeze around,
Dancing and changing in the splendor of spring.
You are the cloud on the first day of April.
At dusk, the wind is soft and the planetesimals are there.
Unintentionally flashing, drizzle sprinkled in front of the flowers.
That's lightness, that's elegance. You are, Xianyan,
You are wearing a crown of flowers, and you are,
Naive and solemn, you are the full moon every night.
After the snow melts, the goose yellow looks like you; Fresh,
The first green bud, you are; Gentle and happy
Water floats with white lotus in your dreams.
You are a flower on the tree, a swallow,
Whispering between the beams, you are love, warmth,
It's hope, you are April day on earth!
10. It's also Wei Yun.
Modern Hu Shi
So is Wei Yun,
This is also the moonlight after Wei Yun.
Except for last year's playmates,
I am in a bad mood today.
Unwilling to arouse lovesickness,
Dare not go out to see the moon.
It happened that the moon entered the window,
Let me miss you all night.