Ai Qing
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
Motherland, my dear motherland.
Shu Ting
I am an old waterwheel worn by your river,
Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;
Is the miner's lamp on your forehead blackened?
Do what you do in the tunnel of history;
I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time;
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull into your shoulder;
-the motherland!
I'm poor,
I am sad.
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope,
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years;
-the motherland!
I am your brand-new ideal,
Just broke free from the spider web of myth;
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow;
I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging;
I am the newly painted white starting line;
This is crimson dawn.
It is sprayed;
-the motherland!
I'm one billionth of you,
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me;
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom;
-the motherland,
My dear motherland!
I miss Beijing.
Loevinger
I miss Beijing very much,
Like white clouds attached to mountains, clear springs yearn for the ocean,
The tramp nestled on his loving mother's lap in his dream. ...
I miss Beijing day and night!
I miss you just because:
Zhichunge Dongfeng spits the first wisp of willow smoke?
The peony in Xiyuan suddenly burst into a charming smile?
Did cicada wake up the water lily in the clean stream of Diaoyutai?
Is the pool water in Humor Garden embroidered with colorful duckweeds?
Goldwind maple leaves dyed 18 sets of maple leaves red?
Tao ranting happily indulged in the fragrance of laurel trees?
Or is the Temple of Heaven covered with frost and snow?
Hongmei revealed to Baita that early spring was coming? ......
I miss Beijing only because:
Is there a golden cornice in the hall of supreme harmony?
Wan Dao Xia Guang inverted Buddha Pavilion glass umbrella roof?
Did the dragon tail on the Nine Dragon Wall make waves?
Happy couple strolling in the shade of Chang 'an Avenue?
The laughter of the red scarf filled the North Sea yacht?
Or does the velvet flower in the flower market enrich the taste of life?
Changdian's annual ceremony played up the atmosphere of the Spring Festival? ......
I miss Beijing only because:
Does the blast furnace in Shijingshan pour hot molten iron?
Will the pine branches in Badaling become green screens?
The melodious bell of Beijing Railway Station urges the train to leave?
Is the harvest of Sijiqing People's Commune colorful?
Are there happy customers in the department store?
Qianmen Hotel welcomes travelers from south to north?
Or did capital theatre perform a hymn to a new life?
The art gallery brings together the beautiful scenery of the motherland? ......
I miss Beijing day and night. ...
Ah! These 1,000 warps and 10,000 wefts,
Woven into a waterfall of my passion, the dream of my soul;
However, there was no splash in my mind.
The clear pond is deep.
Why do I miss Beijing so much?
There are stars that emit light and heat!
His solemn poems touched the hearts of people all over the world.
Heroically announced that New China was born from severe fighting;
Three mountains and five mountains hold up their resolute heads,
The Yangtze River is surging with the joy of the ancient nation;
The vast sky beats the majestic drums,
The vast area has changed the face of the building.
Tiananmen Square with the first five-star red flag flying,
Resounded with the triumphant laughter of the people of China. ......
Why do I miss Beijing so much?
There live great citizens of our motherland!
He climbed the Tiananmen Gate in high spirits,
Review the strength of the people and defend the army of world peace;
The jubilant square paraded past the brave soldiers,
Three red flags guide the workers and peasants striding forward,
The blue sky flies over Yin Yan, which pays tribute frequently.
A pigeon with a bamboo whistle in a colorful cloud,
In the brightly lit hall of the History Museum,
Engraved the course of China's revolutionary battle. ......
Why do I miss Beijing so much? ...
The truth warrior of our time stands there!
He blocked the muddy countercurrent with his burly body,
Point out the essence of all kinds of sharks making waves;
Latin American soldiers held high the burning torch,
Brothers in Asia dispelled the dark clouds that pervaded our eyes.
African slaves stroked the scars left by the whip,
European workers raised the red flag of fighting,
Absorb the strength and confidence to dare to fight,
The invincible revolutionary theory of Marxism-Leninism,
Obtained eternal life in the soil of revolution. ......
Ah! Beijing! Beijing!
The essence of the 5,000-year history of the Chinese nation,
The crystallization of the tenacious will of 650 million people,
The brain of the class, the core of the party,
The hub of the motherland's construction and the backing of human peace,
The great leap forward to the old world in the era of people's awakening,
Wake up the Big Dipper in people's hearts. ......
Whenever I miss Beijing,
Three songs echoed in my chest, soaring into the sky;
One is "Dongfanghong, the sun rises ..."
One is "people who get up and don't want to be slaves ..."
One is "full of blood,
Fight for the truth ... "
So I will stride and follow the rhythm of the battle.
For Beijing, for the motherland, for the world revolution,
Give me the poet's voice, my heart,
All the loyalty of a soldier.
I miss Beijing very much,
Like white clouds attached to mountains, clear springs yearn for the ocean,
The tramp nestled on his loving mother's lap in his dream. ...
I miss Beijing day and night!