Modern poems of the Yellow River

The Yellow River falls into the East China Sea, and Wan Li writes it in his mind. The following is a selection of modern poems related to the Yellow River that I collected for you. Welcome to reading.

A modern poem related to the Yellow River: the aria of the Yellow River returns from the distant sky.

Since ancient times

What kind of music should I use to chant at the moment?

You have been flowing endlessly for thousands of years.

Black breeds and yellow thrives.

Footprints of the growth of Chinese civilization

Tao doesn't have many twists and turns and vicissitudes.

All turned into turbid waves rolling all the way.

Look at the ninety-nine bends of fate

Every splash

Agitate and shout

It is the hottest expectation from the depths of the earth.

The call of national totem

China people have been linked by blood for generations.

For generations, rafts have crossed the coast.

Paddle of life

Full of the fragrance of your golden lotion.

I can't find Hebo's water map or Dayu's mud clothes.

Blowing in the wind, gone forever.

But only every immortal song about you

Still on both sides of history

Youyou chuanchang

Modern Poetry Related to the Yellow River 2: I wallowed on the Yellow River 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.

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