A poem praising the Yellow River: As soon as you approach the Yellow River and set foot on the land of the Central Plains,
Strong humanistic atmosphere,
I came to me,
Drown me.
Oh, I seem to have walked into an old house.
A huge old house that has gone through thousands of years.
The house is the Yellow River.
The mother river that flows through ten thousand years!
The Yellow River is very long.
As white as earth,
Since ancient times,
Travel-stained.
Oh, mother river,
Don't cry when you see me,
Although I have tears.
Touch you gently,
Feeling so familiar,
It seems to be me.
Ah, mother river,
I am your child,
Qian Qian is one in a million.
Your blood is flowing,
With the same pulse as you!
I don't want to wake up your sleeping memory,
You tell the old saying,
Emperor Yanhuang fought fiercely here,
General Han and Tang fought here,
Even the soldiers of Yuan Qing have passed through here.
Smoke filled the air, competing for the Central Plains,
How many wars are not unjust wars,
Burning and looting, killing and arson,
Take the country as your home and enslave the world.
Stop, my mother river,
I know we have yellow skin,
I know we've had a difficult journey,
I know we are China culture,
I know that our road will be tortuous.
Mother river,
We should have confidence,
We must move forward,
Your 10,000 children in Qian Qian inherited your personality.
Work hard and be kind to others,
The world is for the public and selfless dedication.
One day,
You will smile,
The world is harmonious,
Beautiful and plump!
Poetry 2 in praise of the Yellow River: Yellow River, my love, my love.
It's the rushing Yellow River.
He was devastated.
Go straight east.
Find my way
The yellow moon is like a hook.
I am in a distant place.
I saw his mirror image.
I heard the news.
The seed of love breeds
Countless descendants? Protect rivers like forests.
Guard by his side
Let his world
Become a picturesque Jiangnan
He will be very clear from now on.
Lovely lover
Like my children.
Is it sweet? Gentle and docile
Poem 3 praising the Yellow River: Am I ugly in the soul of the Yellow River?
Please don't despise me.
Am I poor?
Please don't abandon me.
I like freedom.
Ugly poverty
Except shouting and growling.
I have nothing.
Am I pretty?
Please don't praise me.
Am I pretty?
Please don't fall in love with me.
I love life.
beautiful
Except for the milk body
Still have special feelings for the earth.
Poem 4 praising the Yellow River: I know your past when I go to the Yellow River.
Roaring at you
Awaken the Chinese nation
Your milk
Raising her children.
A humiliated body
Still guarding it
This black barren land
This is your past.
I will never forget it.
Tired yellow river water
Clear and calm
Muddy sand and mud
Pile up into high beach hills
Standing on the river bank
Like a girl in the mountains.
By the grass in the sun
How pure and beautiful it is.
I saw it.
Your smiling face
There are traces of tears.
I saw it, too
Your sharp bright eyes
Still looking at the distant sky