Category: Modern Poetry Author: Jiang Yuzhong Publication Date: 20 12-4-7 22:37:28 Editor's Note: The tide of reading is surging, just like a cry that haunts my ears and cleans my heart! I feel a lot! Without exploring writing techniques, semantics and poetry, just the extension of connotation is enough to omit other rules and regulations! The whole article is like a flowing stream, extending the delicate brushwork to all aspects! From the beginning to the end of the spirit, the clever leap of thinking and the ease of writing are all displayed in the immature rhyme! Although the elaboration of a national spirit is not perfect, it is enough to make us think deeply. one
A virtue. Without my love. This is a story that every Chinese son and daughter can't get rid of for a lifetime.
From the endless Miluo River to Helan Mountain in Ma Benteng. From the surging Lingdingyang to the outside of Humen, where the wolf smoke is everywhere; From the snowy Daxinganling Mountains to the earth-shattering Langya Mountain, it makes people cry; Brilliant China will last forever? ……
Nowadays, in such an era of rapid economic development and colorful cultural life, we need your nurturing and nourishment more.
Great love is a sentiment, sometimes even higher than life.
The great China, influenced by five thousand years of culture, has finally achieved such a spirit that is more than gold!
Without my love. You have been integrated into the bone marrow of our nation.
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Dispel the fog. The sun is shining.
Pieces of canvas blackened by years of smoke and dust, just like this, are gently rolled up by you.
You like fresh air. I prefer to let those old and decadent things disappear slowly.
The sun is new every day. A revolution in history is a concern for new students!
Of course, freshmen should also follow harmony-
Only by following the laws of nature and science can we usher in the spring of science.
I like the word "innovation", which always reveals the vitality and rhythm of life.
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This is a spring ballad, which is worth singing by each of us-
Sunshine, rain, birds, flowers ...
From the fraternity of sages, your blood is pure. It symbolizes the morality and conscience of a nation.
Sometimes, you seem to be a clear spring in the vast desert and a bright light in the long night.
Sometimes, you are like a burning flame in winter and a cool shade in summer.
Sometimes you seem to be water and green. Or sunshine, love ...
In short, with you, there will be love on earth-pastoral songs in the four seasons, Sanskrit everywhere.
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Like the light in the sky, through clouds and fog. Not only gives people light, but also warmth!
From the ancient Yijing, I smell the flowers all the way. Once the sea became a mulberry field.
They say time is ruthless! After thousands of years of wind and rain, how many dirty souls are reborn in your burning flame.
Now, let's hold you high again. Let those fading consciences bloom in the warm spring breeze. Your flashing sparks light up the lights of mankind. ...
From then on, we have reason to believe that your existence is more obvious.