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. ...
2. Motherland, my dear motherland
Shu Ting
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am a withered ear of rice; This is a roadbed that is in disrepair.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-the motherland!
I am very 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
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your tearful smile.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-Motherland
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
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland
3. Song of Prison
Ye Ting
The doors that people come in and out are locked,
The hole the dog climbed was open,
A voice shouted: climb out and set you free!
I long for freedom, but I also know-
How can a person's body crawl out of a dog hole!
I can only look forward to that day,
The underground fire is burning,
Burn this living coffin with me,
I deserve to live forever in fire and blood!
4. "Teach me how not to think about her"
Liu Bannong
There are several clouds floating in the sky.
There is a breeze blowing on the ground.
Ah!
The breeze blows my hair,
Teach me how to miss her.
Moonlight loves the ocean,
The ocean fell in love with the moonlight.
Ah!
Such a honey-like silver night,
Teach me how to miss her.
The falling flowers on the water flow slowly,
Fish swim slowly downstream.
Ah!
Swallow, what did you say?
Teach me how to miss her.
Dead trees shake in the cold wind,
Wildfire burns in the twilight.
Ah!
There is still some afterglow in the west,
Teach me how to miss her.
5. "You are"
Cang Kejia
You are the peak of Mount Tai,
Lofty and hard;
You crossed the Yangtze River and the Three Gorges,
Surging,
When I think of you after 6 1 year,
A shower and a strong wind roared in my ear.
You are a blazing fire,
Burn the rotten things clean;
You are the mirror of light.
Concentrate people's hopes,
You are making a brand-new history,
Inherit the fine tradition.
People cheer and salute you,
You are broad-minded and don't take credit.
Your feet are rooted in the earth,
Your fame soars in the sky.
Times are developing,
You are the dragon in the clouds;
At present, you are brave and fearless,
Hold on to the iron fist and never relax.
You are the lightning that breaks the darkness,
You are the dormant thunder,
You are the sea of wisdom,
You are a sky lamp hanging high,
You are a soldier of the people and have unlimited power!
You are full of heroism,
Forever forward, always young.
6. "One sentence"
Wen Yiduo
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.
Boom: "Our China!"
What should I say today?
You don't believe that Cycas blooms,
Then listen to this: when the volcano can't help but be silent,
Don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stamp your feet.
Wait until the blue sky thunders.
Boom: "Our China!"
7. Coal in the stove
Guo Moruo
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!
8. In the cornfield
Pang yuliang
In the cornfield
I am a young general.
Look at the red tassels flying everywhere and the green swords flying.
The fruit is hidden under the red tassel and green sword.
Show their teeth
We can read their language.
There are no old friends in ordinary days.
Only the wind is blowing, blowing endless corn long hair.
In the cornfield
We will gain the strength to overcome tomorrow.
The corn leaves are still beating me.
The golden corn cob rattled in boiling water.
What a beautiful day.
Just think about what a wonderful country.
In the cornfield
Corn fields fall on the map of * * * and China.
Countless battles and victories
Will shine on us forever
9. "I use my damaged palm"
Dai wangshu
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 embankment 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!
Chinatown 10
yellow
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 Yumen Pass in the West.
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.
1 1, homesickness
Yu Guangzhong
In childhood
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom's inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
13, singing the motherland
Time carries the footsteps of history.
The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization.
I walked at the beginning of the century.
Think of the motherland, full of passion
Motherland-
here
I play a song for you.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the accumulation of a thousand years of history.
The confluence of civilizations.
You are the waterfall in Hukou of the Yellow River.
Snow covers the Tianshan Mountains.
You are dignified and profound.
Broad and broad
The surging river is your breath.
The boiling ocean is your blood.
You are the theme of the world.
Is everything in my life.
Motherland, motherland-
You are the cry of Tiananmen Gate.
The flaming flame of socialism
You are the horn of the people's revolution.
Sailing through the wind and waves
You are strong and confident.
Progress and avantgarde
The grand blueprint of socialism activates your wisdom.
The steaming rising sun in the east, generate, your vitality.
You are the creator of the world.
Socialist practitioner
Motherland, motherland-
You are the spring breeze along the South China Sea coast.
A touch of sunrise in Luohu village
You are the railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
A Group of Derricks in Tarim Oilfield
You are far-sighted.
The boldness of execution stems from superb skills.
The great changes in the small fishing village prove your courage.
People's smiles are about your greatness
Motherland-
You created life.
Change the world
Motherland, motherland-
You are the flag of world peace.
Messenger of human civilization and progress
You are a soldier who defends the truth.
A mother raising a child.
You are honest and caring.
Strong and kind
People all over the world admire your mind.
China children appreciate your maternal love.
Motherland-
You soothed the human suffering in the war.
Brought the dawn of peace
Motherland, motherland-
You have traveled through a thousand years of history and the world civilization.
You have always known that you are determined to live for Intel forever.
You are kind and caring, defending green peace.
We are proud to be your children.
We are proud of having such a motherland.
Motherland-
We are United with you.
We support you to move forward.
Your children firmly believe this.
The motherland's tomorrow will be better.
The world will have a better tomorrow.
The future of mankind is better.