Author: Mu Dan
Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, flows slowly,
Margaret lives in a tall building by the sea.
She looks at you, and when spring is not over,
Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, my voice.
How long has it been, season after season,
Margaret and I miss each other,
You know, although you are always silent,
Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, flow slowly.
The grass is green, and today is just like before.
There are birds singing, rain, golden flowers,
We just can't have what we have,
Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, is my worry.
Margaret had to look out of the window,
At that time, her heart was very different.
At that time, our days were forgotten.
Flow, the water of the Yangtze River, flow slowly.
2. Sunset on the Yellow River
Author: Mars
After waiting for 5 thousand years,
See this solemn moment.
After dyeing the loess plateau red,
Sun, wind and fire,
Take a look at the turbulent vortex,
Finally put it behind me.
Brilliant and noble,
Sink into the rolling turbid waves,
Pale, sail shadow,
Far away, fishing songs.
At this moment, the earth is silent,
A thoughtful tree, a serious eagle,
Stubborn and steep earth walls,
The yellow grass color that mugwort leaves breathe,
Only crimson wild waves,
Under the sky, stand up and sink.
90,000 banners turned over,
90,000 drums and gongs,
Echo together in many gullies.
Trembling earth,
It's so exciting.
Drunk, Hongbo,
Here we go, thunder fire.
The sun after a hard day's trek,
Sitting by the river, remembering the road,
History is in ruins,
Grass beach, fire,
A towering mountain, stubborn,
Bare tendons and bones.
The loess layer is deposited with the ancient orient,
Epic and legend of heroic nation.
Far away in A?vagho?a,
It's broken, brother Chang.
In the bloody photos,
Only the vigorous and gloomy Tang poetry,
Word for word,
Like coal burning in embers,
As the stars dance on the waves,
Blinking in the chirping of crickets.
(Note: Li Ying, a famous contemporary poet in China, won the first Lu Xun Literature Prize for his poems. 65438-0955, editor of PLA Literature and Art Publishing House. He has served as deputy editor-in-chief, editor-in-chief, president, minister of culture of the General Political Department, member of the presidium of the Chinese Writers Association, vice chairman of the China Federation of Literary and Art Circles, editorial board member of Poetry magazine, and vice chairman of the Chinese Poetry Society. Selected as "Jidong Celebrity". )
The car crossed the Yellow River.
Author: Sha Yi
The train is crossing the Yellow River.
I pee in the toilet.
I know I shouldn't.
I should sit by the window,
Or standing by the door,
Left hand rested on her hips,
The right hand is the eyebrow eaves,
Look out like a great man,
At least like a poet,
Think about what happened on the river,
Or historical records.
At that time, people were looking out,
I was in the bathroom,
For a long time,
Now this time belongs to me.
I waited all day and all night,
It's just pee,
The Yellow River has flowed far away.
(Note: Sha Yi is a famous contemporary poet, writer and translator. Formerly known as Wu Wenjian. He has won the Ten-year Achievement Award and Classic Works Award of Poetry Reference, the Poetry Award of Mountain Flower in 2000, and the Poet Award of the First China Poetry Biennale of Ergon Tomorrow. )
4. Fourteen Yellow River Ballads (Choose one)
Author: Yongming Zhai
Mother said, "By the Yellow River,
South of the bend of the river, next to the newly planted wheat field,
At the end of the road is our village. "
On the bank of the Yellow River is Xie Zhuang.
My mother's surname is Xie, anonymous.
If it's called vanilla beauty
She came up the slope,
River expansion,
The slope keeps collapsing, and the soil,
Rushed to the opposite beach.
Mother said, "Our land is losing a little bit."
So there was war, migration,
There are robberies when the wind is dark and the moon is high.
Ghost swimming,
There are countless ghosts' extravagant hopes
Those beautiful young girls,
Their loved ones are all dead.
"The cold wind blows back and forth on the Yellow River.
Scrape their young bones every year. "
Although the river is yellow and the stone beach is rough,
My mother became charming,
Her face is like apricots,
Blood is like peach blossom.
As she walked across the slope,
She is the loveliest thing on the Yellow River.
When she was barefoot on her clothes by the river,
An ancient chill stung the small fire on the shore.
To their hearts a burst of chagrin.
My forty years old came before my mother.
Like a bird flying away,
That year, when I turned a blind eye,
My natural sadness is locked in the bone marrow,
Not known to the young people around you,
Without being noticed by the person sleeping next to me.
My forty years old came before my mother.
"What kind of person is our future?
What kind of man will we wait until the end of the day?
What kind of people, when we get it,
Sad as a loss?
What kind of people are with us,
Sleep and death are companions? "
My mother comes from the slope,
Carrying a schoolbag, I haven't learned it yet,
Love suitable for her life, but,
I already know the disadvantages of being a woman,
And the shameful things in love.
She has no silk and is dressed in linen.
Who saw her,
They will forget everything about themselves,
Let distant things be sad,
Make beauty unrepeatable,
You become immortal,
The pen of time is sliding fast,
Produce words, like a rapidly falling river beach,
Eggs tilted like paper money.
No matter how painful the victim in the new grave is,
East, south,
Hit the other side again.
Regardless of the death of people on both sides of the strait.
(Note: Yongming Zhai, female, 198 1 began to publish poetry. In 2005, she was selected as "Top 50 Charms of China" and 20 10 was selected as "Top 10 Female Poets in China". In 2007, he won the "A Prize of Zhongkun International Poetry Award"; 20 1 1 won the Italian Ceppo Pistoia International Literature Prize, and the chairman of the jury called Yongming Zhai "one of the greatest poets in the world today". )
5. Yellow River
Author: non-horse
Come back,
With sediment,
Turbulence.
You will find that,
According to the geography book,
Bayan har in Qinghai.
But according to the history books,
A bloody record,
This once-in-a-lifetime river,
Actually comes from,
Billions,
Suffering rages,
In the depths of mankind,
Eye point.
(Note: (1936-), whose real name is Ma, began to write poems in the 1960s. Former president of the Illinois Poets Association. Member of Chicago Poets Club and Kentucky Poets Association; Colleagues from Taiwan Province Li Poetry Society and new york Poetry Society; Vice President of Beijing New Poetry Society; Consultant of New World Poetry magazine, American Chinese Cultural Daily, American Chinese Literature and Art Association and Chicago Chinese Writing Association; Founding director of North American Chinese Artists Association, etc. )