Selected Works of Praise for the Yellow River Part I: The Soul of the Yellow River
Author: poet
I built a dam with stones.
Try to fall, fall
To hug.
My elongated mother of the Yellow River
Lost in the thick weeds
Cut me off deeply
I obey the so-called unity of knowledge and action.
Take a detour, take a detour
Embrace civilization
Need a cruel crossing
I lost my shoes and socks.
Walk into the mud and step on the yellow sand.
Mother finally hugged me.
The sunset was also driven away.
Only the Yellow River is left ahead.
Brother Bike sang a distant song.
Selected Works of Praise for the Yellow River Part II: Approaching the Yellow River
Author: Chess is fun.
As soon as I set foot on 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!
Selected Works of Praise for the Yellow River Part III: Tenderness by the Yellow River
Author: fishing for snow
Stretching,
Yawned,
Lazy sunset,
It is wine that has precipitated the years.
In the sky-blue goblet,
Blurred by the smell.
Mountains and rivers condense into ripples,
Flowing,
The rosy color of happiness.
Kiss the familiar land gently,
The yellow river water in the twilight,
My heart is full of,
With the tenderness of whirlpool.
Slowly,
Slowly,
Attract all beautiful women.
Let tenderness,
More and more gentle.
Wet evening breeze,
Like a hot towel touching your face.
Put the gentle haze,
Rub them one by one,
A twisted question mark.
Endless balconies are faintly visible,
Jinsehua Year is within reach,
Why still,
Often get lost,
Something important seems to be missing.
Looking back suddenly,
Your smooth hair turned into a string,
Dense lights,
Have a dream "Meet You Huan".
Your warm little smile turns into light wine,
With Sha Ou singing,
Read a long-lost "Slow Voice".
So,
At that moment,
I found the answer.
You are my past life,
A poem left by accident.
In the long river of time,
Wandering alone for thousands of years.
Finally, God is merciful,
Let you and I have a good time here,
Hello again.
Dear,
Let me spend my whole life,
Would you like to,
Read it carefully.
Selected Works of Praise for the Yellow River Part IV: Love of the Yellow River
Author: poet
turn up
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.
How deep are the footprints?
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?