With his heroism,
Vilen in Asia;
It shows the spirit of our nation:
Great and powerful!
Here,
We are heading for the Yellow River,
Sing our hymn.
Solo:
I stood at the top of the mountain,
Looking at the rolling Yellow River,
Run southeast.
Tao Jin is on the rise,
Set off a turbulent wave;
Turbid flow turns around,
Form a nine-song chain;
From the foot of Kunlun Mountain,
Run to the yellow sea;
Put the central plains land
Split into two sides.
Ah, the Yellow River! You are the cradle of the Chinese nation!
Five thousand years of ancient culture,
Originated from you;
How many heroic stories,
Play by your side!
Ah, the Yellow River!
You are great and strong,
Like a giant
Appears on the plains of Asia,
Use your heroic body
Build a barrier for our country.
Ah, the Yellow River!
You're depressed,
Huge,
To the north and south banks
Stretch out a thousand iron arms.
The great spirit of our nation,
Will grow under your cultivation!
Heroes and sons and daughters of our motherland,
Will follow your example,
As great and strong as you!
As great and strong as you!
Protect our mother river
Mom, I want to tell you
Your head is covered with silver thread.
Like withered grass
Wandering in the wind and rain
Filar silk twined around the child's heart.
Mom, I want to tell you
Your face is covered with wrinkles.
Like a wild vine at the foot of a mountain
Tremble in the frost
The root of the tree is tied to the child's hand.
Mom, I want to tell you
Your hands are full of calluses.
Like moss on a reef.
Groaning under the stream
Every word smacked the child in the face.
Mom, I want to tell you.
Your milk is no longer so moist and sweet.
So bitter
It smells terrible.
That's why. /Why is this?
Why on earth is this?
Who can tell me?
Who can?
mother
I know it's not your fault
It is the child's infidelity, injustice and unfilial.
Make you riddled with holes
Let you bear the burden of humiliation.
mother
You used to be so rich and lovely.
Willow's long hair
Charming dimples
Dance embroiderer
and
Sweet and intoxicating milk
But today,
mother
I want to make a statement for you.
I want to shout for you.
Help her!
Save my mother river.
Zhu Jun Yangtze River Head
I live at the end of the Yangtze River.
I long to see you every day, but I can't.
See dirty water.
When is this water sweet?
When will this water clear?
But to make the world happy.
* * * Drink a river of water.
Mother River (Poetry)
I remember my youth.
How happy we are.
Floating in your arms
Kiss the flowers on the water.
It's your wonderful singing.
Accompany me to grow up.
Ah, mother river, mother river
It was your milk that raised me.
When I leave you
How disappointed we are.
I don't know how many times I have dreamed.
I can feel your sadness.
Why is your milk reduced?
Who changed your appearance?
Ah, mother river, mother river
What affects me is your fate.
I will come back to you.
I will never leave you again.
Let me wipe it off gently with my hand.
Your old tears
Let me use all my love and life
Repay everything you have given me.
Ah, mother river, mother river
It is your hope that calls me.
Cherish the mother river
-Nong persson.
Ancient poetry tells me
You are from the sky.
cross/travel/trek over mountains
One journey after another
The rougher the road.
The more you insist.
Ah, Yellow River, Yellow River
Our mother river
When you are proud, the four sides come to congratulate you.
Eight-nation invasion in frustration
Your anger and desire
Alert us to keep pace with the times
Ah, the Yellow River, Mom.
We are sincerely moved.
Your idea of returning good for evil
And that lasting scar
It is a silent witness of history.
It looks like a landscape.
Sounds like a legend.
five lakes and four seas―all corners of the land
Generation after generation
Raised by you
The same color as you.
Ah, Yellow River, Yellow River
Our mother river
When you are proud, the four sides come to congratulate you.
Eight-nation invasion in frustration
Your twists and turns and sadness
Inspire us to love life.
Ah, the Yellow River, Mom.
We are unforgettable.
You nourish both sides day and night.
And that endless exhortation
Fable civilization is endless.
The Source of Life —— A poem about Mother River
This is a river of years.
Countless trembling weeds on the beach.
Tell with flying waves
The survival and reproduction of a nation
And continuity