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. ...
My Land Memory-Moquan
I come from a soft land.
You are my memory of that land.
Your smiling eyes are lightly imprinted on my heart.
Your plain skirt often floats into my dreams.
Walking in the golden and sunset.
Ignore the beauty of any flower
Telling the lonely past under the sunflower
I said, you are my memory of that land.
You are pink under the light blue sky.
Nothing can replace it.
I have no better word to describe you.
You are my memory of that land.
Sing for the land of spring-Guanglong Xiaoyun forever.
The sunshine left a lot of poetic feelings on the land in spring.
Bold and magnificent, it is a hymn of praise.
In every inch of sunshine of pain and happiness
All life is full of vitality.
Dance lightly in the song full of youth.
The purest primary color decorated by heart and interwoven by wind, rain and sunshine.
The call and exhortation of lively love.
In your opinion and mine, it's very simple.
A real and dreamy scene.
Ah, sing for the land of spring, forever. ...
It was my mother who sincerely said to me: the land of spring.
Always the most beautiful and plump mother in nature.
Conceive those selfless and romantic feelings in wonderful scenes again and again.
Hold out a lot of incredible dreams and praises.
In the green landscape, those flowers and plants are tender as water.
And grain are abundant in the honest and rich heart of this land.
It was my father who wrote this land and said to me.
The land in spring is the hope of each of us.
It is the starting point of our life, in its painful memory.
Expressed this wish with our forever strong sweat.
The songs of life are permeated with the green artistic conception.
Philosophy and prophecy, classical music, romantic time.
Brand-new stories and legends are all spring heights.
How many heroes sigh into the sigh of the land?
How many dreams have achieved many unknown careers?
In the land of spring, there are many wandering feelings returning.
Published many endless swan songs from ancient times to the present.
There is no other choice but to accept the mother's soil with both hands.
All romantic melancholy, all harvest singing.
Become a Taoyuan poem sung by that poet from the heart.
Really, I feel deeply about my father's footprints.
Land, the land of spring, is our lifeblood.
-the land of spring will always give birth to your food and clothing.
So, I listened attentively to the groans of the crops in the depths of the land.
So, I saw hope in those tired and determined figures.
So, I put that little spring soil in my bag.
So I wrote many poems and paintings in the shadow of the earth.
So, I read good news in the land of spring.
Yes, the land of spring, the amorous feelings of spring.
Drop every minute of excitement in light and water.
From the notes floating on the branches.
Let me read with you. No, I feel it.
A thousand wonderful scenes are becoming more and more substantial and energetic.
And those seeds germinate, and the green leaves stretch the charm of the body.
The whole process of farming and harvesting is in the middle of the land.
Got the final and most perfect embodiment.
Heart sounds were injected into the imprint planted by mother's wave.
All the gifts are in his and her heart, including spring flowers and autumn fruits.
Like clusters of wheat seedlings and rice tillers, they gave birth to.
Gorgeous proverbs repeated by sunshine and wind and rain ...
You and I stand high in the sun and read carefully.
Every inch of land in spring was finally discovered.
Many small and subtle changes render colorful in many scars.
How much land is there in the colorful and novel concept?
They are all sold in colorful packages, with local accent and rhyme.
Became the victim of one of the most honest and naive wishes.
Why are you stirring colorful flags with those who are so because of it?
My longing, your begging, and his imagination
It has been completely renewed in the most fashionable pop symphony.
The gap between the old and the new has different concepts.
We, one by one, are singing the song of life. ...
The poetry of the earth never stops.
The poetry of the earth never stops.
Like a mother's sweet milk
Moisten the living.
The poetry of the earth will never die.
Like the fertile soil of the mountain forest.
Feeding live plants
Countless literati and poets learn from it.
Draw nutrition from art
Grow into a towering tree
Healthy and strong
Poetry of the earth will never die.
Intertangled branches
It is rooted in the ordinary.
But unusual.
because
Its poems will be in people's mouths.
hand down from generation to generation
The sea becomes a mulberry field, and the mulberry field becomes the sea-time has brought great changes to the world.
The Big Dipper moves from star to star ―― The passage of time
until
forever and always
China's Land-Liu Zhanqiu
Do you know this magical land?
Buried with golden acacia
Strings of azaleas are colorful.
The goddess' sigh comes from the torrent of the Three Gorges.
From permafrost to green coconut groves in winter.
The rosy waves caressed the beach.
Do you know this song?
Mysterious land
Yellow skin and black hair are beautiful.
A sincere character is like a lake in the breeze.
Stubborn and brave, like the Yangtze River.
There is joy under the frosted grapes.
Hard core opened the opportunity for revival.
my motherland
my motherland
Mountains and rivers crossed by the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
China is brilliant everywhere.
Brilliant journey
Like a golden lamp
The lights lit up the sailing sails.
my motherland
You use your intelligent soul
Lead the public.
Open up a broad road.
Let the motherland be as beautiful as flowers.
Describe the magnificence of the East.
my motherland
A motherland as beautiful as a flower
From your soul
From your blueprint
Reading the burning soul
The hardships of opening up a brilliant tomorrow
my motherland
From the border to the coast
Have your charming beauty.
I have a simple feeling.
Send all your feelings to a distant place.
May the motherland be more prosperous and strong.
my motherland
Yellow River, Yangtze River, Great Wall
Cast ancient rivers and mountains.
Reform, opening up and development
Light up the world's vision
I am proud of the glory of my motherland.
my motherland
Dawn sun
Hold a firm belief
Surge of fighting spirit
Become eternal persistence
Create a better tomorrow
Great motherland
The cradle of oriental civilization
Like a Mercedes-Benz train.
Facing the dawn of the century
Keep burning faith
Run towards a more brilliant future
Singing the Earth-Cui
All my poems
Always in the same strain as the land
All the promises and pursuits
Infiltrate into the muscle marrow of the soil bit by bit.
Condensed into my garden and pen plough
When the soul is deeply embedded in this land
I follow the artistic conception of endless thinking.
Create brilliance in the journey of life
The wind in the reclamation area holds up an atmosphere for me.
A drum, a circle and a fragrant thought
The surging emotion of green waves.
Like a breeze, like a drizzle, more like autumn sunshine.
Indulge in the fruit.
The author's deep sleep.
Light from the roots
Shining in my rich countryside
The significance and strength of living between pen and plow
My country poems
Dirty songs, the purity of the grass.
Looking at the land that lost blood after harvest.
A grateful whisper
Self-weak chest broke out again
Land-yellow
Your alert poem made me wake up intoxicated and numb! Your pure poem blows away my heavy dust!
Your poem is full of spiritual flame, which illuminates my dim eyes and frees me from the painful body.
You hurt me with fire, raised me with milk, and taught me to create the glory of life!
Your mountains and rivers, your passionate singing, sunshine and wind and rain meet together. Land, land!
Like a river that never stops day and night, I go boating upstream every night, looking for you at the source!
The land full of poems and myths is the land where I stand.
I stand on this land, in this sacred, happy, pure and vivid land. I reclaimed the wasteland under my feet with a pen. Maybe one day I will fall down and sleep on your red land, but when I wake up, I will grow rich green leaves …