[Selected modern prose poems describing the Yellow River] Poems describing the Yellow River

Selected modern prose poems describing the Yellow River Part I: The Yellow River is the most beautiful.

Author: Wan

laugh heartily

I was also in tears.

weep

To understand the preciousness of love.

The Yellow River is the most beautiful.

Although your appearance is not gorgeous.

You treat the blue sky and white clouds as sisters.

You regard wind, frost, rain and snow as brothers

I am just a millet beside you.

Wherever I go, your emulsion feeds me into granules.

We can't deny our relationship.

Although your face spans the century

You have a hundred Ge ships in your hand.

You tie your skirt and long sleeves tightly to the hearts of both sides.

weep

To understand the true meaning of love.

The Yellow River is the most beautiful.

In my heart

This will never be a thing of the past.

Selected Modern Prose Poems Describing the Yellow River (Ⅱ): Listening to the Yellow River

Author: Xiao

Standing on the bank of the Yellow River

Listen quietly

The Loess Plateau is among them.

The sound that has been rushing for billions of years.

Roaring yellow people

Expectation of flow

The waves splashed flowers.

Magnificent Yellow River hymn

Open the hope of picking flowers in the evening.

The sound of the yellow river

Accompanied by the eternal rhythm.

Flow history

Sweat and tears with children in China.

Mixed with surging melody

The Yellow River is the cradle of a nation.

Tree species kissed by the Yellow River are buried deep underground.

Oil and coal mines

Playing for the Yellow River Chorus.

There is a magical evergreen tree.

Sipping milk from the Yellow River.

Has produced 56 sacred seeds.

The reproduction of blood and language

Let history flow out.

Free blue sky

Let the banks of the yellow river

With bright red peony on one side.

On one side is the charming lotus flower.

The Yellow River is lifelike.

Let miracles and sublimity fly into the whirlpool.

A bridge across the Yellow River

Cross-strait competition.

People are running on the bridge.

Can you hear the miracle of the Yellow River?

Standing on the bank of the Yellow River

Listen quietly

The Yellow River is nature.

Poetry recited on the earth

The content of the poem is broad and profound.

The rhythm of this poem is vigorous and solemn.

That wave is better than every one.

But the eternal notes of the Yellow River.

Selected modern prose poems describing the Yellow River Part III: The Yellow River is rolling.

Author: Yicun

I used it 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.

roll in

Selected modern prose poems describing the Yellow River Part IV: To the Yellow River

Author: Lao Zeng

I know your past.

Roaring at you

Awaken the Chinese nation

Your milk

Raising her children.

A humiliated body

Still guarding it

This black barren land

This is your past.

I will never forget it.

Tired yellow river water

Clear and calm

Muddy sand and mud

Pile up into high beach hills

Standing on the river bank

Like a girl in the mountains.

By the grass in the sun

How pure and beautiful it is.

I saw it.

Your smiling face

There are traces of tears.

I saw it, too

Your sharp bright eyes

Still looking at the distant sky