If I were a snowflake,
Handsome in midair,
I have to know my direction clearly-
Fly, fly, fly,-
This land has my direction.
Don't go to that cold valley,
Don't go to the desolate foothills,
Don't be disappointed in the deserted streets-
Fly, fly, fly,-
Look, I have my direction!
Dancing in the air,
Identify quiet homes,
Waiting for her to visit in the garden—
Fly, fly, fly,-
Ah, she smells like cinnabar plum!
I was naked at that time,
Yingying touched her skirt,
Close to her tender heart-
Dissolve, dissolve, dissolve-
Into her gentle heart!
Tagore-the farthest distance in the world
The furthest distance in the world
Not the distance between life and death.
It's that I stand in front of you
You don't know I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
No, I'm standing in front of you
You don't know I love you.
But obsessed with love
But you can't say I love you.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I love you
I miss you so much.
But it can only be buried deep in my heart
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that I can't say I miss you.
But love each other.
But we can't be together.
The furthest distance in the world
Do not love each other
But we can't be together.
But knowing that true love is invincible
Pretend not to care about the furthest distance in the world.
Not the distance between trees.
But branches that grow from the same root.
But can't depend on each other in the wind
The furthest distance in the world
It is not that branches cannot depend on each other.
But the stars look at each other.
But there are no intersecting trajectories.
The furthest distance in the world
Not the trajectory between stars.
But even if the tracks intersect,
But in a flash, there was nowhere to find it.
The furthest distance in the world
It's not that the moment is nowhere to be found.
But we haven't met yet.
It is doomed to be impossible to come together.
The furthest distance in the world
Is the distance between fish and birds.
One is in the sky, and the other is deep under the sea.
hoist a flag
Author: Lei
We spread beautiful radiance in the eastern sky of the earth.
Let the dawn rise slowly with the drum music.
Awaken people, you are in front of the fire, burning red at night.
You answered the crow, and the blade of the reaping sickle danced under the starlight.
You stayed up all night and worked hard at your desk.
No matter on the road in a hurry
Insomnia regardless of the boundary between sight and muzzle.
At this moment, please look up
Pay attention, or raise your arm.
Salute like a soldier
Red is rising slowly, and five stars are shining with golden pride.
The wind of freedom embraces the flame with fanatical passion.
This reddish cloud, this bright and beautiful fire spring
Wanderers in the distance saw it, and it was the smoke rising from the distant hometown.
In the morning, my mother comforted you and called you with hard-working arms.
Motherland, we have called for countless relatives, this is your skin color, your face, your broad and noble soul.
It is your even and gentle breathing, and it is your beating heart.
The color of the morning glow dyed our rolling mountains and rivers red step by step.
Pine birch, solemn.
Sorghum and corn are growing strongly.
The striking spire of this tall building is covered with the bride's festive tassel.
Every window facing the sun is blushing shyly.
Roads, rivers and snow-capped peaks.
A lake full of clouds, eagle wings looming in the morning light.
The lark that sings for the dawn belongs to everything in this land, even every breath of air and every cloud.
Live in this light, or meditate.
This is the dawn parade,
It is a daily color baptism for people who believe in the motherland.
On this earth, the footsteps of the night force the sunset.
Many flags are slowly falling.
Elsewhere, flags were unfurled in groans and blood.
Terrible gunfire replaced the birdsong at dawn.
We raise the flag in the east and navigate the sun with the language of the flag.
Brass enjoys profound hints, which alert us and remind us of the meaning of the national flag at this most solemn moment.
Remember, the most dangerous time
Forward-red
This once thrilling color makes us so excited.
Blood that has never died has flowed into our veins from the era of smoke.
Those last words of life, with shocking colors, eventually became an eternal call.
We face the national flag and look up at it, and we are speechless.
We just experience, understand and feel with our hearts.
A revelation, a spiritual cohesion, or, in accepting an energy to start the soul.
Like clothes, the spirit needs washing.
Dip in high-spirited colors and let the cool breeze wash away slack, malaise, confusion and fatigue (dip in Zhan's four tones)
People who go out of their homes take familiar roads.
You cut time with joy or tension every day, just like cutting a promise that life gives you.
Let's go Turn the machine and press the keyboard.
Every hand is like a tree in the wind, collecting sunshine.
Actually, it's for myself, but also for the motherland.
You're building dignity.
You are like a silkworm, devouring the leaves of time and spinning constantly.
On the banner, long silk is your long emotion.
Remember friends, remember the solemnity and solemnity of this life at this time of day.
At this moment, this moment, the five-star red flag is slowly unfolding in the whole space.
Snow fell on the land of China.
Author: Ai Qing
Snow fell on the land of China.
The cold is blocking China. ...
Wind,
Like a sad old woman.
Follow closely
Stretch out your cold fingers
Pulling the skirts of pedestrians.
As old as the land.
I never stopped talking for a moment. ...
Appear in the forest,
Drive a carriage
You China farmer,
Wearing a fur hat,
Braving the heavy snow
Where are you going?
Tell you
I'm also a descendant of farmers-
Because of yours
A face with painful wrinkles,
I can go so deep
got it
People living on the grassland
The hardships of years.
but I ...
It's not happier than you.
Lying on the river of time.
A wave of suffering
He has swallowed me several times and rolled me up one by one.
Vagrancy and imprisonment
I lost the most precious time of my youth,
My life
Like your life.
The same haggard.
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
By the river on a snowy night,
A small oil lamp moves slowly,
On that broken boat full of birds
Reflect the light and hang your head.
Who is sitting there?
One by one, you
A dirty little woman,
Is it ... or not
Your home
A nest of happiness and warmth
A violent enemy
Did it burn down?
Is it ... or not
On a night like this,
Without the protection of men,
In the fear of death
Have you ever been teased by enemy bayonets?
Well, on such a cold night,
innumerable
Our elderly mother,
Curled up in a home that doesn't belong to you,
Just like a foreigner
I don't know the wheels of tomorrow.
What kind of journey do you want to embark on?
One by one, and then
Chinese path
Is so rugged,
It's too muddy.
Snow fell on the land of China.
The cold is blocking China. ...
Through the snowy grassland
Those areas swallowed up by the fire,
Countless land cultivators
Lost their poultry.
Lost fertile land.
squeeze in
In the dirty alley of despair of life;
Land of opportunity
Langxiang faces the gloomy sky.
Begging for help
Trembling arms.
The pain and disaster in China
As vast and long as this snowy night!
Snow fell on the land of China.
The cold is blocking China. ...
China,
Mine is in the dark.
A weak poem.
Can I give you some warmth?
I don't know which direction the wind is blowing.
Author: Xu Zhimo
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
In the light waves of dreams.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Her tenderness, my intoxication.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Sweetness is the brilliance of dreams.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Her ingratitude, my sadness.
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Heartbroken in the sadness of dreams!
I don't know the wind
Which direction does it blow—
In my dream,
Hazy is the light in a dream.
I'd rather be the rapids.
Author: petofi
I'd rather be the rapids,
This is a river in the mountains.
On the rugged road,
Over the rocks ...
As long as my lover
This is a small fish.
In my waves
Swim around happily.
I'd rather be a barren forest,
On both sides of the river,
For a gust of wind,
fight bravely ...
As long as my lover
It's a bird,
In my dense
Make a nest and sing among the branches.
I would like to be a ruin,
On the steep rocks,
This silent destruction
Doesn't make me depressed. ...
As long as my lover
It's green ivy,
Along my desolate forehead,
Climb up intimately.
I'd rather make a cabin,
At the bottom of the ravine,
On the top of the hut
Be attacked by wind and rain ...
As long as my lover
Is a lovely flame,
In my stove,
Blink slowly and happily.
I want to be a cloud,
This is a broken gray flag.
In the vast sky,
Wandering around lazily,
As long as my lover,
A coral sunset,
Beside my pale face,
Show a bright luster.
petrel
Author: Gorky
On the vast sea, the wind gathered dark clouds. Between the dark clouds and the sea, Haiyan flies proudly like black lightning.
One moment its wings beat the waves, and the other moment it went straight into the dark clouds like an arrow. It cried-in the brave cry of birds, the dark clouds heard the joy.
In this cry-full of longing for the storm! In this cry, the dark clouds heard the power of anger, the flame of enthusiasm and the confidence of victory.
Seagulls groaned before the storm came-groaned, and they flew around the sea, trying to hide their fear of the storm into the depths of the sea.
The sea ducks are also moaning-they, the sea ducks, can't enjoy the joy of life and fighting: the rumbling thunder scares them.
Stupid penguins timidly hide their fat bodies under the cliff ... only the arrogant petrel, brave and free, flies in the bubble sea!
Dark clouds are getting darker and lower, pressing against the sea, while the waves are singing and rushing to the sky to meet the thunder.
Thunder roared. Waves cry in angry water droplets and contend with the wind. You see, the strong wind tightly rolled up layers of huge waves and slammed them on the cliff, smashing these large jadeites into dust and dust.
Haiyan cried and flew, like black lightning, like an arrow through the dark clouds, and its wings swept up the water droplets of the waves.
Look, it flies like an elf,-a proud black storm elf,-it's laughing, it's howling ... it's smiling at some dark clouds, it's howling happily!
This sensitive spirit-it has long recognized sleepiness from the thunder, and is convinced that dark clouds can't cover the sun-yes, they can't!
The wind roared past ... thunder roared ...
Piles of dark clouds, like blue flames, burn on the bottomless sea. The sea catches lightning arrows and extinguishes them in its own abyss. These lightning shadows, like salamanders, meander in the sea and disappear in an instant.
-Storm! A storm is coming!
This is the brave Haiyan, flying proudly in the roaring sea and in the middle of lightning; This is the prophet of victory shouting:
-Let the storm get worse!