A modern poem describing the river Part I: Thoughts drifting away where the river disappeared.
There is a hidden river in everyone's heart.
The distant mountains are far away.
Home is farther away
Where the river disappears.
What should I fill the sea bowl with?
Cheer for who?
No one can sing sad songs anymore.
Where the river disappears.
I look up at the sky.
No one can believe it.
Every star is a tearful eye.
Where the river disappears.
The earth is so quiet.
Silence makes my heart surge.
be all tears
Modern Poetry Describing Rivers Part II: Yellow River?
My old and young mother,
You bear the vicissitudes of history.
From ancient times.
You are full of national humiliation and resentment,
Flowing under the snow-capped mountains that have remained unchanged for thousands of years.
Are you wrapped in lightning?
The impact of ice and fire,
Suffer the ordeal of phoenix nirvana.
From the source of the trickle to the estuary of Libai Beach,
Push Ma Benteng to the sea.
Modern Lyrics Part III: Yellow River,
Magnificent Yellow River;
From the sky to the sky.
Yellow river,
Hero's Yellow River;
Create countless miracles on earth.
Yellow river,
The Yellow River in China;
Chinese civilization is flowing.
Yellow river,
Poetic Yellow River;
Made countless beautiful chapters.
Yellow river,
The ancient Yellow River;
Shining with the soul of China.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in spring;
Thinking of jasmine flowers in full bloom in spring.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in summer;
Like green trees in the sky.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in autumn;
Depicted a colorful world.
Yellow river,
Yellow River in winter;
Gave birth to new life.
Yellow river,
Beautiful Yellow River;
Your tomorrow is even more dazzling.
Modern poems describing rivers Part IV: I know rivers.
I know rivers as old as the world,
Rivers older than the blood flowing in human veins.
My soul has become as deep as a river.
At dawn, I bathed in the Euphrates River.
I built a hut on the Congo River.
The river gurgled me to sleep.
I had a bird's eye view of the Nile and built a pyramid along it.
When Lincoln went to New Orleans,
I heard the song of the Mississippi River,
I saw its muddy chest.
The setting sun is shining with golden light.
I know Rivers:
Ancient dark rivers.
My soul has become as deep as a river.