Yellow river
Author: piling snow
Days and nights whizzing by in my eyes
Grass and gold surge in my chest.
I Yan Di Long Pao and Huangdi Neijing
My tears and expression are turbid.
I have been running through my youth.
My bad breath
When I hold a copper pot to warm my eyes, tears flow like a river.
Who is your drunken boat?
Suppress one's throbbing chest
I look forward to the Beidou full of thunder.
A thousand Yellow River diaries were unveiled by you.
A thousand diaries are Qian Fan's back.
Qian Fan's back. You're back.
My emotions are extravagant and wasteful.
My destiny has a bright future.
My silent father was choked to tears by dry smoke.
My nagging mother, her forehead was blackened by the fire of the stove.
I put too much pepper in Lanzhou beef noodles.
My salt is soaked in heavy Shaanxi mutton.
When I lead animals at dusk, I drive birds away from your noisy entrance.
When I drag my children, take care of the old and the young, and walk on your road.
When I bow to your deep source in the brazier above my head
When I use my memory to lift your coming haze.
Yellow River I long for a bumper harvest after the storm.
My black hair and white hair are in the Yellow River and thousands of feet.
I flew thousands of feet along the Yellow River.
I dream of the Yellow River in Tiema Glacier.
My canoe crossed the Yellow River in Wanzhong Mountain.
I really can't take my photo away from the Yellow River with my face.
I really took my songs away, but I couldn't take my feelings away.
The rising sea can't drown the sunset in my heart.
The world of mortals in my eyes cannot be buried in the declining rivers.
My river that never hits the south wall and never looks back.
My river without coffins and tears
I can't reach the Great Wall, not a hero's river.
My river won't die if it can't see the sea.
My blows and blows hit the bustling river.
My stumbling river
I can't leave without a river.
When the stone turns into foam,
When bones turn into waves
Sorghum fell and there was blood.
When tears are shaped into wheat ears of highland barley
When my feet are covered with mud, I have a hard job in my hand.
Yellow River You are the song I want to sing when I am tired.
A whip shadow drives a carriage full of flames and tears.
A village full of apricot blossoms and moistened by folk songs
Drunk, the north wind stands in your Hedong Hexi Henan Hebei
Yellow River, I am the mountain you grew up watching.
My great-grandson's surname is Zhao, Wang.
At the beginning of my life, it was a thousand words with similar nature and kindness.
My compendium of materia medica is filled with the taste of traditional Chinese medicine.
I was overwhelmed by the glorious twenty-four history of China.
A dream of red mansions with my eyes open and insomnia
I smile with tears in my eyes.
My ups and downs, life and death, the boatman's song
My excitement is full of light.
My surging efforts
My sonorous bones
The flowers in Shandandan are colorful, and your mountains made of water and slopes made of waves are colorful.
Little by little, the stars in the sky light your pulse with nine twists and eighteen bends.
Raise a glass to drown your sorrows.
The Yellow River is flowing, but the water is still flowing, even though we cut it with our swords.
When I was humming that nursery rhyme under the scorching sun and frost.
You are my dream-driven China.
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Ode to the Yellow River
The author is just too clever.
Ah, friend!
With his heroism,
Vilen in Asia;
It shows the spirit of our nation:
Great and powerful!
Here, we celebrate the Yellow River.
I stood on the top of a high mountain and watched the Yellow River roll eastward.
Tao Jin is surging, setting off a huge wave;
Turbid flow turns around and forms a zigzag chain;
From the foot of Kunlun Mountain to the edge of the Yellow Sea,
Split the Central Plains in two.
Ah! Yellow River!
You are the cradle of our nation!
Five thousand years of ancient culture originated from you;
How many heroic stories are staged around you!
Ah! Yellow River!
You are great and strong, appearing on the plains of Asia like a giant.
You built a barrier for our country with that hero's body.
Ah! Yellow River!
You pour down thousands of feet, majestic, and thousands of iron arms extend to the north and south sides.
The great spirit of our nation,
Will grow under your cultivation!
Heroes and sons and daughters of our motherland,
Will learn from you,
As great and strong as you!
As great and strong as you!
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Sunset on the Yellow River
Author: Mars
Waiting for five thousand years.
See this solemn moment.
After dyeing the yellow plateau red.
Sun, wind and fire
Take a look at the turbulent vortex.
Finally left behind
Brilliant and noble
Sink into the rolling turbid waves
Pale sail shadow
Far away, fishing songs
At the moment, the earth was silent.
A thoughtful tree, a serious eagle.
Stubborn and steep earth wall
Yellow grass color breathed by mugwort leaves.
Only crimson waves.
Under the sky, stand up and sink.
90,000 banners rolled over.
90,000-face drum gong
Echo together in many gullies.
Trembling earth
This is so exciting.
Drunk, Hongbo
Here we go, thunder fire
The sun after a hard day's trek.
Sit by the river and remember the way.
History is in ruins.
Grass beach, fire
A towering mountain, stubborn
Bare tendons and bones
The ancient orient was deposited in the loess layer.
Epic and legend of heroic nation
A?vagho?a in the distance.
It's broken, brother Chang.
In the blood left in the photo,
Only vigorous and gloomy Tang poems.
Word for word.
Like coal burning in embers.
Stars are dancing on the waves.
Blinking in the endless cricket chirping.
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Mother River (Poetry)
I remember my youth.
How happy we are.
Floating in your arms
Kiss the flowers on the water.
It's your wonderful singing.
Accompany me to grow up.
Ah, mother river, mother river
When I leave you
How disappointed we are.
I don't know how many times I have dreamed.
I can feel your sadness.
Who changed your appearance?
Ah, mother river, mother river
What affects me is your fate.
I will come back to you.
I will never leave you again.
Let me wipe it off gently with my hand.
Your old tears
Let me use all my love and life
Repay everything you have given me.
Ah, mother river, mother river
It is your hope that calls me.
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Yellow river
Text/Liu Yanping (fan group)
Hold your head high with greatness, tenacity and wisdom.
Leave the Bayan Kara Mountains, running all the way.
Smelting historical gold mines bit by bit.
Create the Chinese nation-Yanhuang.
Leave majesty to the mountains.
Take shuttle giving as one's duty.
Blooming with the miracle of historical civilization.
Dredge the pulse of the Chinese nation
When I lost my inspiration.
I heard your voice.
Tell a vivid life story
When spring flowers bloom into streams and rivers
When the autumn wind blows all over the maple leaves
When the sunset kisses the smoke
Call friends, a bird in the nest.
You are the string I will pluck.
I have a bright future and waves in the heart of another village.
My Lanzhou beef, Lamian Noodles's dream
My saliva in Shanxi paomo
My ancestors tended sheep.
My roaming in Peach Blossom Garden
Tides in my Bohai Bay
My Li Bai Sima Qian's ink scroll
It is the burning emotion that I want to shout for you most.
Day and night alternate in samsara.
Success and failure in life.
The winding path and flatness extending under the feet.
Are echoing your feelings of nine songs.
You accept different colors and different textures.
Different voices condense into the same laughter.
Ten thousand horses are jubilant and the sun is shining.
This is you, Yellow River-my China.