You come from the snow-capped mountains, and the spring tide is your style;
You rush to the East China Sea, and the stormy waves are your spirit.
You feed children of all ethnic groups with sweet milk;
You roll up mountains and seas with strong arms,
We praise the Yangtze River, you are an endless source;
We are connected with the Yangtze River, and you have the feelings of a mother.
You came from ancient times, and the waves washed away the dust;
You run to the future, and the sound of the waves echoes in the sky.
You irrigate the flowery land with pure and clean water;
You have promoted a new era with your great power.
We praise the Yangtze River, you are an endless source;
We are connected with the Yangtze River, and you have the feelings of a mother.
Ah, the Yangtze River, the Yangtze River
When I die-Yu Guangzhong
When I die, I will be buried between the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, and my white hair will cover the black soil. In China, the most beautiful and motherly country, I will sleep peacefully, sleep on the whole continent and listen to the voices of both sides. Requiem begins with the eternal music of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River, which is the most indulgent and spacious bed for a person to sleep contentedly and recall the past contentedly. Once a young man in China looked west in frozen Michigan, hoping to see the dawn of China through the darkness. He didn't return home, but used China's eyes to eat maps, from West Lake to Taihu Lake to Chongqing.
Homesickness-Yu Guangzhong
When I was a child, homesickness was a small stamp. My mother grew up there, and homesickness is a narrow ticket. I'm here and the bride is there. Later, homesickness was a low grave. I'm outside and my mother is inside. Homesickness is now a shallow strait. I am on this continent and there.
Dai Wangshu's "I Use Broken Palm"
I used my injured palm.
Explore this vast land:
This corner has been reduced to ashes,
That corner is just blood and mud;
This lake should be my hometown,
(In spring, the bank is full of flowers.
There is a strange smell when the tender willow branches are broken. )
I touched the coolness of seaweed and water;
The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold.
The water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through the fingers;
The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia;
Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered,
There, I was immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats. ...
Invisible palms swept the mountains without complaint,
Fingers stained with blood and ash, palms stained with darkness,
Only the far corner is still intact,
Warm, clear, firm and vigorous spring.
On it, I stroked it with my broken palm,
Like a lover's soft hair, a baby's milk.
I put all my strength in my palm.
Put it on, send love and all hope,
Because there is only the sun, no spring,
Will dispel the haze and bring Su Sheng,
Because it's the only place where we don't live like animals,
Die like an ant ... there, eternal China!
Shu Ting's motherland, my dear motherland.
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;
I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,
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 love this land.
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. ...
He Qifang, Our Biggest Festival
Ai Qing's ode to light
Ode to the Monument to Heroes in Battle Line
Weiyang "Motherland, I'm Back"
Tian Tian's I Love My Motherland
Wei Yangang's You, the clearest drop in the spray
Wen Jie's I miss Beijing
Han Niu's The Wall of Beijing
Liu Zuci's We Are Descendants of the Grand Canal
Ye Wenfu, motherland, I want to burn.
Too many topics can only be found on Baidu.
I am 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
Yours; Abundance, your glory, your freedom;
-the motherland,
My dear motherland! (This is the last paragraph of Shu Ting's poem. )
Guo Moruo's Coal in the Furnace
Ah, my lady!
I will live up to your hospitality,
Don't let me down.
I'm doing this for the people I love.
Burn like this!
Ah, my lady!
You should know my predecessor.
Don't you think I am a reckless slave?
In the chest of my black slave,
As long as there is a heart like fire.
Ah, my lady!
I think my predecessor
Originally a useful pillar,
I've been buried alive for years,
Only now have I seen the light of day again.
Ah, my lady!
Ever since I saw the light again,
I often miss my hometown,
I'm doing this for the people I love.
Burn like this!
I love this land.
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. ...
Wen Yiduo's "A Word"
There is a saying that it is a curse.
There is a saying that you can light a fire.
Although no one has said it for 5 thousand years,
Can you guess the silence of the volcano?
Maybe he was suddenly possessed,
Suddenly, there was a thunderbolt in the blue sky.
Explosion:
"Our China!"
What should I say today?
You don't believe that Cycas blooms,
So there is a sentence you listen to:
When the volcano couldn't help being silent,
Don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stamp your feet.
Wait until the blue sky thunders.
Explosion:
"Our China!"
Taiwan Province Province] Huang's Chinatown
This is a port.
The local accent of China people.
There is no need to ask where the guests are from.
A bright yellowish complexion.
Yangzhou Yima
Chang 'an Quegong
Yan yuan became a kind of queen.
The wind is Xiao Sheng in history.
It sounds like
A song as soft as a dream
It is a castle that will never be stationed.
Twenty-four flowers from China gathered together.
You are a bluegrass that can take root without soil.
Drinking the cold of frost and snow
Bloom the fragrance of the East.
Unique flag image
The waves of the Yellow River always flow eastward to the sunny side.
This is an excellent relief.
Yangshao Ming yellow glaze in Yin Ruins.
Clouds will change.
Like an emissary from the Yumen Pass in the Western Heaven.
The sea is the Silk Road in your heart.
Lonely sails and distant shadows
The bright moon in my hometown is looking up at the magnetic field of Beidou.
You become a careful collector.
I was once poor and pawned my soft hands.
Just refused to pawn the furniture brought from the motherland.
Five thousand years is not an antique that can be auctioned casually.
But a magic lamp that can bring happiness.
"I have a strong motherland" is a familiar face, and it is the kindest face I have seen since I lost my loved ones. Tears are shining in my eyes, and my words are full of power. At that moment, I felt that I had a strong motherland, a strange face, and the bravest face I had ever seen buried under the ruins. At that moment, I felt that I had a strong ancestor. That's a beautiful face, the face of an angel I saw in my hospital bed. Love bandaged the wound, and warmth drove away the fear. At that moment, I felt that I had a strong motherland, a face of Zhang Shanliang, the most calm face I had ever seen before I fled the classroom, and I made myself eternal for my students. At that moment, I felt that I had a strong motherland and a young motherland. Face is the most urgent face I have ever seen in a long line. At that moment, I felt that I had a strong motherland. That is a busy face, and it is also the most tired face I have seen in the front line of disaster relief. My eyes are bloodshot and I don't care about my family. At that moment, I felt that I had a strong motherland. This is the cutest face in the world. It's the faces of men and women I've never met since the earthquake in my hometown. Although far away at home and abroad, their warm eyes are firmly staring at me. At that moment, I felt that I had a strong motherland, which was the most painful face in history. At the same time, thousands of faces in Qian Qian shed tears silently for strangers,1300 million people. At that moment, I felt that I had a strong motherland.
This poem was written very well after the Wenchuan earthquake.