I was particularly moved when I saw the musical Ode to Yan 'an. Begged some poems of that era, thank you!

Yan' an, I pursue you to fly back like a swallow and pursue the past spring; Like a small tree that grows sturdily, it chases rain, dew and sunshine. Pursuing you, the tinkling water of Yanhe River, the fragrance of pear flowers in Zaoyuan, the head of Nanniwan Agricultural Reclamation, and the meeting place where Yang Jialing spoke. Rows of high-rise buildings have mushroomed, and household appliances are dazzling. We bid farewell to the shabby thatched cottage forever, but we can't forget the warm heatable adobe sleeping platform in Yan 'an cave. The space shuttle explores the mysteries of the universe and the computer plays a wonderful symphony; We don't hesitate to lose the ox and the broken car, but we can't lose the backbone of Baota shan's indomitable spirit. Yan 'an, your spirit is brilliant! If I lose you once, it's like I have no soul. How can we spread our wings and fly to a better future? Ah! Yan 'an, I pursue you, faith, golden ideal, warmth, bright spring, light and fiery red sun.