A few poems by Yan

1, Yan' an ode? Author: Fang Jun

Green mountains and green waters reflect the morning glow, and high-speed rail passes through the city to Beijing. Take a break and visit Yan 'an City, and climb pagodas in groups of three or five. Self-reliance Nanniwan, Gaomou Garden slightly jujube garden. Seek truth from facts, be pragmatic, be hard-working and plain-living, and be far-reaching.

Thousands of valleys and valleys can hold the whole world, and the caves are full of soldiers. Building a wall to accumulate grain is a protracted war, and there is no guerrilla warfare. Brothers unite to break the gap, and all peoples reject the enemy's minions. At the beginning, the edge is flat, and a hundred regiments win the sky, killing fear.

The voice of the waist drum is bold and courageous, and the song of heaven belief is full of lofty sentiments. Rolling eastward, starting a prairie fire and sparking all over the world. Kings never laugh when they rise and fall, but the people often cry. From then on, they turned over to meet the dawn, opened up * * * and established everyone.

2. Yan Anzhen? Author: Moyer

The sunset shines on the tower shadow on the hill, the moonlight reflects the fireflies by the river, the spring breeze blows all over the flat Yuan Ye, and the mountains form a three-dimensional screen. Ah! Yan' an, your majestic ancient city, is full of songs of anti-Japanese war.

Ah! Yan' an, your majestic ancient city, your blood is rushing in your chest. Thousands of young people have hatred for the enemy buried in their hearts, forming a solid front in the long line of the battlefield in Shan Ye.

Seeing that the masses raised their heads and raised their hands, countless people and hearts roared at the enemy, and the soldiers aimed at the guns and prepared to fight to the death with the enemy. Ah! Yan' an, your majestic city wall, has built a solid anti-Japanese front, and your name will remain immortal and shine in history.

3. Go back to Yan 'an? Author: He Jingzhi

Don't jump so hard in your heart, the dust doesn't block my eyes, I cling to the loess and stick to my heart. A few times in my dream, I went back to Yan 'an and hugged Baota shan.

Thousands of voices call you, Yan' an mother is coming! Du Fuchuan is singing and laughing in the willows, with red flags fluttering, white sheep belly towels and red belts, and relatives welcome Yanhe. Full of words to detain said not to come out, plunged into the arms of relatives.

4. "Think of Yan 'an"? Author ling

When I think of Yan 'an, the plateau piled with sunshine instantly squeezes on my chest, and the loess washes me with the warmth between every particle like water. Many hardships in fate remind people of Yan 'an, and the sky after the Qingming Festival will infinitely expand the mountains and rivers blown by the yellow land. The turbulent rolling forward is the place to arrive and the place to start forever.

The light rooted in my heart and blooming in Shandandan is on. When I think of Yan 'an, my tears will quickly return to turbidity, no matter the hardships when I come or the expectation of starting again. You are all to me, the last complete blood deposit, the beam in the depths of my soul, forever.

When I think of Yan 'an, my dream will continue. Wandering feelings will stop and walk behind you. Crushed the darkness of last night, I believe step by step that the dust blown away by the wind is endless blue.

5. "Some reactions to Yan 'an"? Author ling

Cradle, there are rattan woven, there are custom-made wooden strips, the cradle here is mud. The soil here is yellow and blown by the wind. You can see it on the ridge of the valley.

The exposure of loess is close to the bedding of a heart. Everyone has had childhood, innocence, dreams and the truth of facing the future. When you arrive in Yan 'an, your dream will take root and sprout. It will be firmly buried in the dirt on the road, by the river and at the top of each cave, crystallizing your childhood.

Some reactions are vomiting, waking up after nausea and surrendering the emptiness of the mind. Lower, lower, you know what it's like to be flustered. To achieve a kind of growth, on the undulating slope, the cradle wobbles, and your hands need to grasp the undulating loess hills.