Poems praising the family must be lyrical, and there must be two. Thank you.

First of all, I recommend a poem "Fictional Genealogy" written by Nishikawa, which is the poet's perception of time and life. This family plot has its own place in every man's heart, which is the spirit of blood circulation. In the middle of the night, a person reads a book quietly. Where does it come from and where does it go? Let's imagine.

the fictional genealogy

In the form of dreams, in the form of dynasties.

Time passes through my body. Time is like a box of matches.

Sometimes it burns all at once.

I clearly see a big river, which has no beginning and no end.

A lamp lit up the city by the river with the narrowest shadow.

I must have come into this world for some reason.

Whose hands and feet are my hands and feet based on?

A bird landed on my head and thought I was a stone.

If I wave it away, it will fall again.

Whose head, look back at my whereabouts?

A lamp lit up the city by the river with the narrowest shadow.

Some gossip was buried in Xiao Sheng at night.

Reproduction. Reproduction. The genealogy is continued.

The chain of life rattles.

Who will end up with silence?

I saw my wrinkled old father.

Gradually integrate with this country.

It's hard to say I'm not him: cautious personality

Let him live in peace. He: It's hard to say.

He is not busy making a living for me, he is pimping.

He seldom talks about my grandfather. I only vaguely remember.

An old man mixed expensive sesame oil with tobacco.

In the distant summer, an old man was obsessed with the past.

Dating back to 300 years ago, several people drank heavily.

Dating back to 3000 years ago, a family of several people was farming.

From a drop of water in the sea to a small village in Shandong

From a petty bourgeoisie in Jiangsu to my desk lamp tonight

So many people are alive: illiterate, scholars.

Bandits, small business owners ... what kind of marriage?

Pass it on to me. Have I ever wandered around the palace of the Han Dynasty?

Sword night. Trafficking night

Death failed to stop the dawn of breathing.

I invented many ancestors' names and shouted them out one by one.

I can always hear some voices answering; but I ...

I can't see them any more than I can see my face.

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Then recommend a song "Shooting a Tiger and His Family".

The work takes the experience of a family as a symbol of national destiny, and seriously explores the way out of the nation in the profound reflection on history.

The long narrative poem "Shooting a Tiger and His Family" was first published in the first issue of the seventh volume of Literary Standpoint, 1942. The whole poem is written in the first person, from the poet's great grandfather, Shehu, to four generations of grandparents, fathers and the poet himself, who are all struggling with life (enemies of our family).