I use my damaged palms
to explore this vast land:
This corner has turned into ashes,
That corner is just blood and mud;
This lake should be my hometown,
(In spring, the flowers on the embankment are like brocade barriers,
The young willow branches have strange shapes when they are broken. Fragrance,)
I feel the coolness of Nymphoides and water;
The snowy peaks of Changbai Mountain are bone-chillingly cold,
The water of the Yellow River is filled with mud The sand slips out between the fingers;
The paddy fields in the south of the Yangtze River are so soft...now there is only basil;
The lychee flowers in the south of the Five Ridges are lonely and haggard,
as many as Along the way, I dipped in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats...
Invisible palms passed over the hateless mountains and rivers,
My fingers were stained with blood and ashes, and my palms were stained with darkness,
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Only that far away corner is still complete,
Warm, clear, solid and vigorous in spring.
On it, I caress it gently with my damaged palm,
Like the soft hair of a lover, the milk in a baby's hand.
I put all my strength in the palm of my hand
Put it on it, sending my love and all my hopes,
Because only there is the sun and spring,
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It will drive away the darkness and bring revival,
because only there we will not live like animals,
die like ants...there, the eternal China!
Shu Ting's "Motherland, My Dear Motherland"
I am your dilapidated old waterwheel by the river
Spinning tired for hundreds of years Song;
I am the blackened miner’s lamp on your forehead,
illuminating your snail groping in the tunnel of history;
I am the withered ear of rice ; It is a roadbed in disrepair;
It is a barge on the shoal
The rope is deeply
stretched into your shoulders;
——Motherland!
I am poor,
I am sad.
I am your ancestors
The painful hope,
It is on the sleeves of "Flying Sky"
It has not fallen for thousands of years Flowers on the ground;
——O motherland!
I am your new ideal,
just broke free from the cobweb of myth;
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow quilt;
I am your smile with tears;
I am the newly painted snow-white starting line;
It is the crimson dawn
Now gushing;
——O motherland!
I am one-billionth of you
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
Your scarred breasts
Feeded
the confused me, the thoughtful me, the boiling me;
Then get it from my flesh and blood
Yours; your wealth, your glory, your freedom;
——Motherland,
My dear motherland!
Guo Moruo's "Coal in the Furnace"
Ah, my young girl!
I will not let you down,
and you will not let me down.
I am so burning for my beloved
!
Ah, my young girl!
You should know my predecessor?
Don’t you think my black slave is reckless?
It takes a black slave like me to have a heart like fire in my chest.
Ah, my young girl!
I think my predecessor
was originally a useful pillar,
I was buried alive in the ground for many years,
only now can I regain my dignity. See the light of day.
Ah, my young girl!
Since I saw the light of day again,
I often miss my hometown,
I am burning for my beloved
Such a look!
Wen Yiduo's "One Word"
One sentence can bring disaster,
One sentence can light a fire.
Although it has not been revealed for five thousand years,
Can you guess the silence of the volcano?
Maybe he was possessed suddenly,
Suddenly there was a thunderbolt in the blue sky
It exploded:
"Our China!"
How should I say this today?
It’s okay if you don’t believe that the iron tree blooms,
then listen to this sentence:
When the volcano can’t help but remain silent,
Don't tremble, stick out your tongue, stamp your feet,
wait until a thunderbolt breaks out in the blue sky:
"Our China!"
Ai Qing's "I Love This Land"
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This was hit by the storm
This river of sorrow and indignation is always raging,
This irritating wind that blows endlessly,
And the river that comes from The extremely gentle dawn in the forest...
——Then I died,
Even my feathers rotted in the earth.
Why do I always have tears in my eyes?
Because I love this land deeply...
"In the Center of the Cornfield" by Pang Yuliang
In the Center of the Cornfield
I am a young general
Look at the red tassels flying all over the ground and the green sword dancing wildly
The fruit is hidden under the red tassels and the green sword
Show their teeth
We can understand their language
On ordinary days there are no old friends
Only the wind is blowing, blowing the corn’s endless hair
In the middle of the cornfield
We gain the power to defeat tomorrow
The corn leaves are still beating me
The golden corn cobs are rolling in the boiling water
What a beautiful day
I think of what a beautiful country and country
In the corn field Central
The cornfields fell on the territory of the Republic of China
Countless battles and victories
will shine on us forever
Qu Yuan·Li Sao
Emperor Gaoyang's descendant came here, and my emperor called him Boyong;
Photographed Ti Zhen in Meng Zuoxi, but Geng Yinwu surrendered;
Huang Lan visited Xi for the first time, and he praised Yu in Zhaoxi;
The name Yu is Zhengzexi, and the courtesy name is Lingjun;
Fenwu already has this Internal beauty is important, and cultivation is the most important thing;
Hu Jiangli and Pi Zhixi are admired by Ren Qiulan;
If Miyu is about to fall behind, I am afraid that it will be over with the passing of time. I don’t want to be with you;
The magnolias in the morning are shining, and the desert is vast in the evening;
The sun and the moon are suddenly not flooded, and the spring and autumn are the order of the times;< /p>
But the scattered vegetation is a fear of the beauty’s twilight;
If you don’t grow up and become filthy, why don’t you change this attitude?
Ride on a horse and gallop, come and guide me to lead the way.
The pureness of the past three empresses is where the fragrance lies;
The mixture of pepper and fungus and cinnamon is not the same as Hui Zhi;
Yao and Shun If you are honest and honest, you will find the way by following the way;
Why is Jie and Zhou so rampant that I am embarrassed by taking shortcuts;
But my party members are enjoying themselves, and the road is obscure and ambiguous. Dangerous pass;
I am still worried about the defeat of the emperor;
Suddenly running forward, one after another, and the former king's heel;
Tsuen didn't notice Yu Zhong's feelings, but believed in greed and became angry;
Yu Gu knew that Jian Jian was a trouble, so he couldn't bear it and couldn't let it go;
It means that Jiutian thinks he is right, because he only practices spirituality;
Since he and Yu Cheng were talking to each other at the beginning, he regretted running away and being with him;
It is not difficult for Yu to say goodbye to him, The number of hurt spiritual practice.
I have nine acres of orchids, and hundreds of acres of eucalyptus trees;
The borders are left with barbarians and jieche trees, mixed with heng and fangzhi;
< p>I hope that the branches and leaves of Hebei are so steep and luxuriant, I hope that when [the mountain is] (pronounced "four") I will cut them off;Even if they are wilted, why are they sad? I mourn the filth of the fragrance;
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Everyone is rushing forward with greed, and they are not tired of seeking;
The Qiang forgives itself for judging others, and everyone is jealous;
Suddenly galloping towards the goal Chasing is not what Yu Xin is anxious about;
The old man is approaching, fearing that he will not be able to cultivate his reputation;
Drinking the fallen dew of magnolia in the morning, dining in autumn in the evening The chrysanthemum falls;
Gou Yuqing’s faith [Nv Kua] (pronounced "Kua") is used to practice the key points, and the long [Xianye] (pronounced "Xian") jaw is not hurt;
Gather the roots of the wood and tie them together with coriander roots, and tie them with the fallen pistils of the pistil and lichee.