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Let me start with a few songs that I like very much:
the other day
-Cangyang Jiacuo
On that day,
I closed my eyes and was in the fragrant fog of the temple.
I suddenly heard the truth in your hymn;
In January of that year,
I shake all the curved pipes,
Not to cross over,
Just to touch your fingertips;
That year,
Kowtow and climb the mountain,
Not for the audience,
Just to stick to your warmth;
At that time,
Put mountains, water and pagodas,
Not for the afterlife,
Just to meet you on the road.
In January of that year,
I gently turned all the curved pipes,
Not to cross, just to touch your fingerprints;
That year, I kowtowed and embraced the dust.
Not to worship Buddha, just to stick to your warmth;
At that time, I searched hundreds of mountains,
Not to repair the afterlife, just to meet you on the road;
It's just that that night, I forgot everything,
Abandoned faith, abandoned reincarnation,
Just for the rose that once cried in front of the Buddha,
Has long lost its former glory.
once in a while
Author: Xu Zhimo
I am a cloud in the sky,
Occasionally projected into your heart—
You don't have to be surprised,
There's no need to be happy-
It disappeared in an instant.
You and I met in the dark sea,
You have yours, I have mine, direction;
You remember it well,
You'd better forget,
The light that shines on each other at this intersection.
To the oak tree.
Author Shu Ting
If I love you,
Never liked climbing Campbell flowers.
Show off with your tall branches.
If I love you,
Never imitate spoony birds.
Repeating monotonous songs for the shade of trees
It's not just like a fountain.
Send cool Wei Ji all year round.
It's not just a dangerous mountain peak.
Increase your height and set off your dignity.
Even sunshine and 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 cling to the ground.
The leaves collided in the clouds.
Every gust of wind blows
We all greet each other.
But no one
Understand our words
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 hero's torch
We share cold waves, thunder and lightning.
We like foggy rainbows.
As if we were apart forever.
But depend on each other for a lifetime
This is great love.
Loyalty is here.
Love-
Not only love your stalwart body.
I also love the land under your feet, where you insist.
Flowering tree
Xi Murong
How to let you meet me
In my most beautiful moment
for this reason
I prayed in front of the Buddha for 500 years.
Pray for Buddha to let us have a dusty relationship.
Buddha made me a tree.
Follow the path you may take.
Under?the?sun
Carefully full of flowers.
Every flower carries my previous hopes.
When you get close,
Listen carefully
Trembling leaves
This is the passion I am waiting for.
When you walked under the tree, you didn't notice me.
On the ground behind you
My friend,
Not falling petals
But my withered heart.
mistake
Chou-yu Cheng
I walked through Jiangnan.
The appearance in the season is like the opening and falling of lotus flowers.
If the east wind does not come, catkins will not fly in March.
Your heart is like a little lonely city.
Like a bluestone street facing the night.
The sting doesn't ring, and the curtain doesn't open in March.
Your heart is a small closed window.
My dada horseshoe is a beautiful mistake.
I am not a returnee, I am a passer-by. ...
The following are also good poems. I recommend China's poetry recitation. Most of them are difficult to express the enemies of the country:
find
Wen Yiduo
I'm coming, I shouted, blood and tears welled up in my eyes,
"This is not my China, no, no!"
I came because I heard you calling me;
Feng Gang whipped the time, lit the flame,
I came, I didn't know it was an empty joy.
What I met was a nightmare. Where are you?
It was a horror, a nightmare hanging on a cliff,
That's not you, that's not my love!
I questioned the sky and forced the wind to blow from all directions.
I asked, punching the red chest of the earth,
Always can't ask the news; I cry for you,
Spit out a heart-in my heart!
Ai Qing's Handcart
In the area where the Yellow River flows.
At the bottom of countless dry rivers
trolley
With a wheel
Make a harsh sound and shake the gloomy sky.
Through the cold and silence
From the foot of the mountain
To the foot of the mountain
Full of noise
The sorrow of the people in the northland
On a cold day
Between poor villages and small villages
trolley
With independent wheels
Deep rutting on the gray loess layer
Across the vast desert
From this road
Which way?
Weave with each other
The sorrow of the people in the northland
I used my injured palm.
Dai wangshu
I used my injured palm.
Explore this vast land:
This corner has been reduced to ashes,
That corner is just blood and mud;
This lake should be my hometown,
(In spring, the embankment is full of flowers.
Tender willow branches are broken with strange fragrance)
I touched the coolness of seaweed and water;
The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold.
The water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through the fingers;
Rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River, your new grass.
It is so thin, so soft ... now there is only Artemisia capillaris;
Litchi flowers in Lingnan wither in loneliness,
I have been immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats. ...
Invisible palms sweep the infinite mountains and rivers,
Fingers stained with blood and ash, palms stained with darkness,
Only the far corner is still intact,
Warm, clear, firm and vigorous spring.
On it, I stroked it with my broken palm,
Like a lover's soft hair, a baby's milk.
I put all my strength on the palm of my hand and put it on it.
Send love and all hope,
Because there is only the sun, no spring,
Will dispel the haze and bring Su Sheng,
Because it's the only place where we don't live like animals,
Die like an ant ... there, eternal China!
Prophecy; Forecast; preview; trailer
He Qifang
This heartbeat day has finally come!
Ah, the sigh of your footsteps at night.
I can hear Ben whispering to the leaves of the forest and the night wind.
The graceful hoofbeat of elk galloping across the moss path!
Tell me, tell me with your bell,
Are you a young god in prophecy?
You must come from the warm south!
Tell me the moonlight there, the sunshine there!
Tell me how the spring breeze blows open the flowers.
How crazy the swallow is in love with Populus davidiana!
I will fall asleep in your dreamy singing,
I seem to remember that warmth, but I seem to forget it.
Please stop your tired running,
Come in, there's a tiger mattress. Sit down!
Let me burn the fallen leaves I pick up every autumn.
Listen to me sing my own song in a low voice!
That song will be as gloomy and high as fire,
Tell me about my fiery life.
Don't move forward! There is an endless forest ahead:
Ancient trees bear the marks of wild animals,
Twisted like a half-dead rattan python,
There is not a star in the thick leaves. .
You will be too timid to let go of the second step,
When you hear the first empty voice.
Do we have to go? Please wait for me to go with you!
My steps are familiar with every familiar path,
I can keep singing the songs I forgot,
I give it to you, I give you the warmth of your hand!
The night cut us off,
You can look me in the eye without blinking!
You didn't listen to my exciting song,
Your feet won't stop because of my trembling!
Like a quiet breeze blowing through this dusk,
Disappeared, disappeared your proud steps!
Ah, you finally lost your tongue as predicted,
Young God, can't you speak when you die?
193 1 autumn
Pray for a flower
Please tell me who is from China.
Enlighten me how to hold my memory tightly;
Please tell me the greatness of this country,
Tell me gently, don't make any noise!
Please tell me who is from China.
He has a heart of Yao and Shun,
Whose blood belongs to Jing Ke Nie Zheng,
Whose legacy is Shennong Huangdi?
Tell me that wisdom is strange,
Said it was a gift from hippo;
Tell me the rhythm of this song,
It was originally taught by Phoenix in Nine Treasures.
Please tell me the silence of the Gobi,
And the solemnity of the five mountains? Tell me,
Taishan's stone slippers are still dripping with patience.
Is there harmony in the Yellow River?
Tell me again, the tears,
Is Confucius mourning the death of Lin?
You must tell me laughter,-
Smile of Zhuang Zhou, Chunyu Kun and Dong Fangshuo.
Please tell me who is from China.
Enlighten me how to hold my memory tightly;
Please tell me the greatness of this country,
Tell me softly and don't make any noise.
Snow fell on the land of China.
Ai Qing
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
Wind,
Like a sad old woman.
Followed closely,
Hold out your cold fingers,
Pulling the skirts of pedestrians.
In a language as old as the land,
I never stopped talking for a moment. ...
Appear in the forest,
Driving a carriage,
You China farmer,
Wearing a fur hat,
Braving the heavy snow,
Where are you going?
I'm telling you,
I'm also a descendant of farmers-
Thanks to you,
A face with painful wrinkles,
I can be so profound,
I see,
People living on the grassland,
The hardships of years.
And I,
I'm not happier than you,
-Lying on the river of time,
The wave of suffering,
Swallowed me once and rolled me up several times-
Vagrancy and imprisonment,
I lost the most precious time of my youth,
My life,
Like your life,
The same haggard.
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
By the river on a snowy night,
A small oil lamp moves slowly,
On that shabby Wu Peng ship,
Reflecting the light, hanging his head,
Who is sitting there?
Ah, you,
A young woman with a dirty face,
Is it ... or not
Your home,
That happy and warm little nest—
Is a violent enemy,
Did it burn down?
Is it ... or not
On a night like this,
Without the protection of men,
In the fear of death,
Have you ever been teased by enemy bayonets?
Well, on such a cold night,
Countless,
Our elderly mother,
Curled up in a home that doesn't belong to you,
Just like foreigners,
I don't know about tomorrow's wheels,
What kind of journey do you want to embark on?
-Besides,
The road of China,
Is so rugged,
It's too muddy.
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
Through the grassland on a snowy night,
Those areas swallowed up by the fire,
Countless land cultivators,
Lost their livestock,
Lost fertile land,
Squeeze in,
In the dirty alley of despair of life;
Hungry land,
Towards the dark sky,
Ask for help,
Trembling arms.
The pain and disaster in China,
As vast and long as this snowy night!
Snow fell on the land of China,
The cold is blocking China. ...
China,
Mine, at night without lights,
The feeble verse says,
Can I give you some warmth?
1937 65438+evening of February 28th
What will fall from us?
Feng zhi
What will fall from us,
We all let it burn:
We arranged for us to be in this era
Like autumn trees, one after another.
Put the leaves and some late flowers
Give it to Qiu Feng, so that you can open the tree.
Enter the severe winter; We arranged for us to go.
In nature, it is like a fallen cicada moth.
Throw all the remaining shells into the mud;
We put ourselves in that position.
The future death, like a song,
The song disappeared from the music,
Finally, the body of music was left behind.
Silently turned into a green mountain.