If I love you-to the oak tree
Unlike climbing Campbell,
Show off yourself with your tall branches;
If I love you-
Never imitate spoony birds,
Repeat monotonous songs for the shade;
It is not just like a fountain,
Send cool comfort all year round;
It is not only a dangerous mountain peak,
Increase height and set off dignity.
Even during the day.
Even spring rain.
No, these are not enough!
I must be a kapok beside you,
Standing with you as the image of a tree.
Roots, close to the ground;
Leaves, touching in the clouds.
Every time a gust of wind blows,
We all greet each other,
But no one,
Understand what we said. To the oak tree.
You have your copper branches and iron stems,
Like a knife, like a sword, like a halberd;
I have my red flowers,
Like a heavy sigh,
Like a heroic torch.
We share cold waves, storms and lightning;
We like mist, flowing mist and rainbow.
As if we were separated forever,
But they are lifelong dependent.
This is great love,
Loyalty is here:
Love-not only love your strong body,
I also love your stand, the land under your feet.
I love this land.
Author: 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 tender 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. ......
Song of the Ideal of Liushahe River
Ideal is a stone, knocking out a single spark;
Ideal is fire, lighting the extinguished lamp;
Ideal is a lamp that illuminates the road at night;
Ideal is the road that leads you to the dawn.
In the age of hunger and cold, the ideal is food and clothing;
In the era of food and clothing, the ideal is civilization;
In chaotic times, the ideal is stability;
In a stable era, the ideal is prosperity.
Ideals are pearls, one connected to the other;
Crossing ancient and modern times, stringing the future, the sky is endless;
Beautiful pearl chain, the backbone of history;
The past shines on the present, the present shines on the ancient times, and the ancestors shine on their descendants.
Ideal is a compass to guide ships;
Ideal is a ship, carrying you to the sea;
But the ideal is sometimes the arc of the kiss of the sea and the sky.
It's beyond your tolerance and tortures your enterprising heart.
Ideal makes you smile and observe life;
Ideal makes you stubbornly resist fate;
Ideal makes you forget the early gray hair on your temples;
Ideal makes your head white and naive.
Ideal is an alarm clock to break your golden dream.
Ideal is soap to wash away your selfishness.
Ideal is not only an acquisition,
Ideal is a kind of sacrifice.
If ideals bring you honor,
That's just a by-product of it,
But more is misunderstood loneliness,
Laughter in loneliness, bitterness in laughter.
Ideal makes honest people often suffer misfortune;
Ideals keep the unfortunate people alive.
Ordinary people are great because they have ideals.
The ideal person is a "capitalized person".
There are always people in the world who have abandoned their ideals.
Ideals never abandon anyone,
Give new life to sinners, and ideal is the immortal grass that revives the soul;
Call the prodigal son back, the ideal is a loving mother.
The ideal is defiled, there is no need to resent;
That's the devil testing your loyalty;
Ideal has been pickpocketed, don't cry;
Go and get it back. Be careful in the future.
Heroes lose their ideals and become mediocrities;
Exaggerated the achievements of the year;
Mediocre people lose their ideals and remain mediocre all their lives.
Ridiculously cursing the immediate environment.
Ideal flowering, peach and plum fruit;
The ideal bud, elm poplar must have shade;
Please get on the ideal horse and start here with a whip.
Spring is just on the road and the sky is sunny.