Poems on Leaves, a beautiful and legendary love legend, has given people endless thoughts and reverie for thousands of years. Ye Shang's Poems, with a poetic and beautiful screen name, attracted me to come to you in a hurry. Looking at the beauty of your style, listening to your soft and vigorous, passionate, mellow and melodious poetry recitation, I was intoxicated, I was obsessed, and I forgot who I was.
Listening to the beautiful poem recitation of Poems on Leaves, I wandered between the white mountains and the black water. On the vast black soil, the tall Xiaoxing 'anling is your unyielding backbone, and the surging waves of the Three Rivers are your endless love tide; Gone, Ningguta, the sad lament of exiles, hopeless eyes, bones everywhere, howling wolves. Homesick poems, sleepless chills; It's gone, in the wasteland of Peking University, barren land, desolate smoke, swamp of life, deadly quagmire, frozen wasteland and lonely village. Without it, there would be no smoke in the afternoon, and the wasteland would be endless. The trip to the white grass and yellow sand land is the great northern wilderness in the cold and snowy days; Disappeared, that "Gu Ning Baota is on the edge of the snow. When the troops go, they will come back less. The lights are dim and the night is lonely. Leng Yue is short-sighted, the rice must be harvested, and the clothes are helpless. Jiangnan looks like a dream, sad and drunk. " Ningguta. I saw the tourists knitting and laughing happily in Guning Baota and Jingbo Lake. I saw wheat, soybeans and corn in the wasteland of Peking University. I saw that the farm was full of fruits and the forest farm was towering.
Today's Great Northern Wilderness has long been a land of fish and rice than Jiangnan. Tall buildings, flying bridges. Modern factory. All show the prosperity of the northeast. Standing on the Wangjiang Building, leaning against the railing, I can see: the green Nenjiang River is running for thousands of miles, running south. I really feel cheerful and full of time. Walking towards the Songhua River, the fish sails a little on the wide river, and the waves splash. Songhua River water has been flowing since ancient times, and will continue to flow to distant places and the future from now on. It nourishes the land on both sides of the strait, breeds good hopes, writes one touching story after another and spreads one beautiful legend after another. A song "On the Sun Island" is popular all over the country, inside and outside the Great Wall, singing the beauty of people's love in the new era and the sweetness of new social life. Sing about the beautiful natural scenery of Sun Island. A "Wusuli Boat Song" sings that the people of Northeast China have lived in the Sanjiang Valley for generations, and created one brilliant material civilization and spiritual civilization after another with diligence, courage, wisdom and passion. Melodious music expresses people's kind and simple feelings, and moving songs express people's pursuit and yearning for a better life. Here, I saw: "pinch the black soil and it will sprout with chopsticks." On the fertile black soil, there is plenty of water, and the black soil is rich in gold, with a clear flow of thousands of miles and green mountains and green waters. Here, I saw the world-famous ginseng, mink and velvet antler. Here, I see: pines and cypresses stand proudly in the ice and snow, and tigers run in the cold wind. How beautiful, the northeast of the motherland! How nice, beautiful northern Xinjiang!
Three rivers enter the sea, and thousands of miles of beautiful scenery come into view. What a beautiful natural scenery. The ice sculpture is full of feelings and the crane dances deeply, which is a gentle landscape painting of life. Northeast, my dream place; Northeast China, I miss my home; Northeast China, the hometown of music I am fascinated by. "As snow, a bright future, Yushu Qionghua Man Chun. After all, Tianhua has become this scene, and everything in the world is difficult. " It is the people who have changed the mountains and the water here. Daqing Oilfield, from the first barrel of oil gushed out from the wasteland, New China began a new industrial journey. Since then, China's modern industrial civilization has changed with each passing day. The warm-blooded young people who reclaimed the Great Northern Wilderness left their youth and passionate life in this magical land forever. The wild flowers swaying in the wind beside the tombstone are their beautiful smiling faces. The smell of fruit floating in the wind still leaves his or her breath.
Today, I am listening to the poem on the leaves, wandering in this black land, feeling the beauty of life, the vicissitudes of history, the changing scenery of the four seasons and the warmth of human feelings. Looking forward to a better and more brilliant future in the northeast frontier of the motherland. I expect Ye Shang's poems to create more and better readings.