I am the worn-out old waterwheel by your river
I have been spinning tired songs for hundreds of years
I am the miner's lamp blackened on your forehead
I am groping in the tunnel of history
I am the withered ear of rice; It's the disrepair roadbed
it's the barge on the silt beach
Pulling the rope deep into your shoulder
-motherland!
I'm poor
I'm sad
I'm your bitter hope for generations
I'm a flower that hasn't fallen to the ground for thousands of years
-my motherland
I'm your brand-new ideal
I just broke free from the spider web of myth
. P >-Motherland
I am one billionth of you
I am the sum of your 9.6 million square meters
You have
fed me with scarred breasts, confused me, thoughtful me and boiling me
Then
get
your richness and glory from my flesh and blood.
In the ear of history,
there came the rumbling echo of the salute,
the overwhelming echo,
the echo of the vicissitudes of China.
A giant overlooks the world.
The loud voice is heard by the whole world.
The Chinese people * * * and the Republic of China have been established!
When the first five-star red flag, Ran Ran, was raised,
the flag of victory,
fluttered in the wind in Lang Lang's sky,
the people raised their heads,
the whole world saw it,
the people of China stood up from now on!
This history embodies grandeur.
The October sunshine is painted heartily.
This momentum is impassioned.
A monument stands in the east of the world.
In a glorious era,
with vigorous hands,
wrote a brilliant chapter of New China,
and the people proudly pointed out the country.
The suffering mother,
wiped away the tears from her eyes,
showed her inner joy and rejoiced heartily,
The motherland bravely moved towards prosperity and strength.
eulogize our history,
there is a myth that Pangu created the world,
generate shines with life.
eulogize our history,
there are four great inventions,
spread in this barren land.
eulogize our history,
with the enlightenment of Laozi and Confucius,
the flame of thousands of years of civilization illuminates us.
Eulogize our history.
Silk porcelain has traveled across oceans.
Everyone knows that it came from our hometown.
eulogize our history.
out of the wolf smoke,
the mighty array of terracotta warriors and horses.
Eulogize our history,
It stands in majesty,
The strength of Wan Li Great Wall.
......
Eulogize our history,
a land that is thousands of years old,
how many tragic stories have been left behind,
The hat of the century-old shame of the sick man of East Asia,
was finally thrown into the Pacific Ocean by us,
We realized our dream of reorganizing the rivers and mountains.
fifty-four spring and autumn periods,
the splendid land is full of spirits.
Fifty-four Spring and Autumn Periods,
The landscape is picturesque and poetic.
Fifty-four spring and autumn years,
The roaring iron oxen combed the voice of the fields,
and turned out the joy and singing of harvest.
In the 54th Spring and Autumn Period,
the oil-poor land arched the backbone of steel, and
the oil derrick stood in the sea of sand.
In the fifty-four spring and autumn periods,
rainbows crossed the Yangtze River,
The majestic Three Gorges Dam was locked for thousands of miles.
Fifty-four spring and autumn,
Red clouds of "two bombs" pierced the sky, and
satellites traveled in space.
In the 54th Spring and Autumn Period,
the people's army was mighty and majestic, and
it was an iron wall to defend the motherland.
In the 54th Spring and Autumn Period,
the people harnessed the spring breeze of reform and
realized the great rejuvenation of the Chinese nation.
......
Spanning our future,
In this sacred land,
Bo sends out the power to shock the world,
Glory and pride glow with brilliant radiance.
Motherland,
I'm proud of you.
The splendid culture of the Chinese nation,
merged into the long river of history,
will always stir in my chest.
Motherland,
I'm proud of you.
On the wonderful and magical land,
the hope of soaring has sprouted again.
The giant pen of history will paint your glory in the new century! Knocking on the ice-the weather in Liu Bannong is
minus eight degrees,
seventy miles of hard ice is covered,
it prevents me from returning home happily
the waterway is impassable, and
it is difficult to walk by dry road.
ice!
I really can't help you!
I'm really helpless!
Helpless,
I will discuss with the punters,
prepare the strength,
prepare the mallet,
and break the ice!
ice!
don't you and I,
have any unresolved grievances?
Only if I want to catch my way,
I have to break you.
When I break you,
I have a happy way home.
the punters say "yes"!
We lifted our spirits,
We did it together ──
It was with the strength of five of us,
Three people took turns in shifts,
We walked on the hard and difficult road!
There are several places of ice,
Thanks to those who left first,
It has already been broken instead of us;
Only the ice floating on the water,
the rolled ice was filed under our boat,
most of the rest,
we had to go first:
We hit ten hammers and eight hammers,
We only walked an inch and eight inches
However,
We hit ten hammers and eight hammers.
Why don't we sing our "ice-breaking victory song" instead of our painful gasps,
joyful.
knock on the ice! Knock on the ice
tap a foot and enter a foot!
take a knock, take a step!
The slacker said,
"Have a rest, my friend!
why bother?
please!
You rest,
Let's go our way!
The timid person said,
"Have a rest, my friend!
don't knock a sick person,
you scratch the boat.
thank you!
this is what we think of, but we don't want to take care of it!
The laggard said,
"Friend,
let's go the same way, why not wait?
it will be sunny tomorrow.
what if there is no sun in my life?
"then, silly boy!
listen to you!
thank you very much.
knock on the ice! Knock on the ice
tap a foot and enter a foot!
take a knock, take a step!
is this brother tired? -
the rest brother will replace him.
are you hungry? -
yellow rice,
green vegetable soup.
did you take a sip? -
there is boundless clear water under the ice;
It is ice, and
it can also be cooked into our good tea.
is the handle of the mallet broken?
That doesn't matter.
Take out the axe in the cabin.
There are many branches on the shore.
knock on the ice! Knock on the ice
We are all perfect,
We don't panic,
Thanks to our benefactor, Nature.
knock on the ice! Knock on the ice
tap a foot and enter a foot!
take a knock, take a step!
strike from noon,
strike straight into the dark night.
In the dark night,
lanterns are still lit to knock on the ice.
The stinging north wind,
blows the trees on both sides,
turns into a raging sound.
is that an authority?
The palm is numb, and
the skin is filed;
the muscles in the arm,
the expansion and contraction are gradually not free;
my feet are sore, too;
Sweat on the head,
dripping on the cold ice,
Sweat on the back,
being drilled into the sleeves by the cold wind,
being blown into cold ice;
is that pain?
The dark clouds in the sky,
occasionally crack,
reveal a star or two,
twinkle and shrink,
blink at us,
Is that hope?
The incessant sound of mallets in winter and winter,
is it the drum for spiritual progress?
The crackling of ice on the boat,
Is it the stormtrooper of the rebels?
is it the last struggle of losers?
Is the echo in the wilderness
a response?
it doesn't matter;
and it's us,
and it's out of our hands.
knock on the ice! Knock on the ice
tap a foot and enter a foot!
take a knock, take a step!
The mallets in winter and winter,
kept knocking in the dark,
The voice of knocking directly at wild dogs gradually faded;
The owl who knocked straight into the deep tree
stopped singing his "hymn of death";
knock until the rooster wakes up;
birds are singing;
Knock straight into the grassland,
There is a shepherd's song;
I hit the frosty hay,
I can show his hardship in the early morning light,
!
ok!
Darkness is dead,
Light is alive!
what about us?
will you stop?
oh!
there are twenty-five miles ahead!
bright!
natural light,
universal light!
We should thank you,
Do as we clearly do.
However,
we still have our purpose;
We shouldn't stop when we see you.
We should use your strength,
be extra diligent and
do it clearly.
knock on the ice! Knock on the ice
tap a foot and enter a foot!
take a knock, take a step!
Night goes on with day,
Dawn goes on with night,
It's day again,
Noon,
Noon has passed again!
time!
you are our only real asset.
We rely on you,
be practical,
do it clearly, and
you won't be a thief.
How much weight have you given us?
What is your loss rate?
We cherish you,
respect you,
and we can't bear to think of him as a part of your limb.
We just do it practically,
clearly.
noon has passed again,
twilight has gradually come again,
but ─
"All right! "
The five of us,
burst out from our hearts,
All right!
The sun, half hidden in the frozen cloud,
has been covered by the western hilltops,
.
light gray clouds,
light ochre setting sun,
mixed together,
exactly ─
alas!
Everyone knows ──
It's our loving mother's smile,
It's her wry smile that loves us!
She said,
"Son!
you are tired!
but your purpose has been achieved!
have a rest!
So we raised our painful hands and
waved away the last cold sweat on our foreheads;
and unconsciously,
from their own minds,
burst out with a sound:
(it was the pain)
"All right! "
" ok!
I'm sitting on a small table with four punters,
having a glass of yellow rice wine,
it's a hometown wine with walnut flavor,
where are you? ── Tired.
what about the boat? ── hurt.
where's the sledgehammer? -broken and repaired, repaired and broken.
but 7 miles of ice?
Needless to say,
it is a cup of hometown wine with the taste of walnuts.
With hands stained with mud, sweat and blood,
hold it to your mouth and drink it.
Excuse me:
Does everyone enjoy it?
however, how many people have drunk it?
"ok!
Countless latecomers, do you hear our call?
If you go this way,
If you go 71 miles,
the work in that mile,
it's yours.
If you say,
"Wait!
maybe someone will knock for us.
or:
"Wait!
The light power of the sun,
becomes stronger immediately.
then,
you are really fooling around with children!
you forgot you!
do you thank our seventy fields in your heart?
it's not necessary,
because it's our business.
But in those days,
is your business.
You should take your mallet as a cross,
You should be baptized in your blood and sweat,
....................................................................................................................................... "
Supplement:
Moonlight
-Moonlight in Yu Guangzhong, the moon is frosted
The moon is like arsenic, and the moon is like frost
On whose wound?
Moonphobia and Moonaholism
In the season of generate, the moonlight shines
The ghost of the sun
The reflection of the light on the face of the dead star
Moonaholism and Moonphobia
Cats, the sea
Pale belle
Under the moon, night is the border of death
. Tonight,
the black cat is chanting on the tile
the moon-lover and the moon-phobia
the pale belle
the face with big eyes is stuck on the window
I have also been busy all night, holding the moonlight in my palm and injecting it into a bottle
analyzing the chemical composition
analyzing memories and sadness <