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Such as frozen water.
We beat frozen history.
In the interlayer of history
Dig out someone's back
Thousands of years ago,
A man named Shennong
Lead our ancestors.
From the jungle to the land
Follow in his footsteps
Grandparents walked into civilization.
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On the criss-crossing land
Planting life
A new destiny has begun.
Another kind of fate is covered up.
Food, clothing and savings
Reproduction hierarchy
The expansion of land piece by piece.
Grafted out, generation after generation
Happiness and pain
three
The surging current of the Yellow River
Fertile land on both sides of the Taiwan Strait
People with yellow skin.
Stand where the sun rises.
The world is here.
true dip direction
Land, this yellow seal
In the long river of history
vitality
four
Lifting a handful of dirt is like lifting your own child.
Hold up a trembling future
Harvest makes autumn heavy.
The land is becoming more and more barren.
Your grown-up children bring you a lot of pride.
But you will grow old, too.
Changes in rocks.
Carved on you by the years.
Immortal inscription
five
We carry the iron left by our ancestors.
Walk for five thousand years.
When machines and motors roar in their ears
We are so strange.
Sweaty labor
Lost to Bole civilization.
So we were enslaved.
Even lost human dignity.
Raise our land.
Full of smoke and cannon fodder
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Really, we are behind.
But dear land
How can your child be humiliated?
Your unyielding and strong
Sacrifice again and again
Let's stand up again
Blood seeping into the ground
And give you a new life.
The flag of a country
once again
Fly to the world
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Factory buildings
A wide road
An expanding city
Erode the land
Land began to be marked at high prices.
Be sold layer by layer
There are no farmers in the exchange.
Losing their land, they poured into the city.
In the corner of the city
Plant the names of "migrant workers" and "migrant workers"
Seeds, separated from the land
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During your stay in Tomb-Sweeping Day, you will always see new paper on the grave.
Under the thick loess
There are dead children in this land.
Add up the different ages.
You will get your bumpy past life.
The cry of drizzle
I think of my relatives who are already in heaven.
Still miss the land?
Missing is drifting away.
Shennong is back.
[Poetry] Red Land and Black Land
Red land, a beautiful legend that has been ravaged.
Rubbing the soil of ancestors repeatedly
When the vastness and eternity of life began to originate from ancient humans
The first wisp of endless kitchen smoke
A desolate and lively ancient song, attached to the rhythm of the jingling of stone tools.
Expand the chaos and primitive that people and gods have not touched.
The flag of the pioneers of the red land was soaked with red blood.
An ancient Silk Road was coiled to measure its depth.
Oasis and new cities stand in the desert.
Those rock walls that have no echo.
Only wind erosion can prove its immortality.
Walk through the red land
I study chimes in the late Spring and Autumn Period.
I have seen twelve-masted ancient sailboats that sank in Quanzhou Bay.
The history of King James has been turned over by us.
Let hanging coffins and opium smoking sets hide in the museum to show the dying horror.
We heard the sound of running water and the sound of running water in all the utensils.
Countless steps against adversity
Through the red and black fence
300,000 compatriots have bent oriental knives.
Whether they admit it or not, Lotus has signed a red note for Black Land.
People who are afraid of lotus flowers.
Trying to spread the virus of national subjugation with a crooked tongue
I want to break the mouth of telling the truth
But on the black land, it was a giant standing.
A pair of sandals cross the snowy mountain grassland.
Open a road to the world on the black land.
Let all living people lose weight on the scale of truth.
The wind of history blows the long coastline on the black land.
A Journey to the East that Shocks the Valley of Time and Space
Scatter pearls on the coastline.
Under?the?sun
Brilliant and magnificent golden awns interweave into a sweaty grand plan of strengthening the country.
Set off the background color of black soil
Spit out the star of the east
Leading this brand-new century
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The unobstructed wind is chasing.
A huge herd.
Thunder coaxed the mountains.
Countless tall trees are turning over.
Big bird, there is no bare rock to rest on.
Yellow-skinned human
It's fire, it's copper.
It's mud from the mainland.
They emerged from the soil.
Get a flame from thunder
Burning, forging and cooking
This land has a metallic texture.
Here, your smile is born and grows.
Dawn is like a line, shuttling between black iron and gold.
Like lips touched by death, half pure and half gloomy.
Listen, listen. On beaches and streams
The moon extradited the primitive hunting.
Running elephants, bison and agile saber-toothed tigers
Listen, listen, it's just running.
The war was born. The sun. And the song of harvest
The earth is infinitely vast.
Mouth, arms, barefoot
Syllables are splashing.
It's the flowers that are shaking.
However, because of blood and blood.
Like mountains and mountains, water and water.
Like flowers and flowers
In the heavy years and the green and black space.
The rotten hand will stop its work.
Bathed in death, return to the embrace of the earth.
The upstream mother is pregnant again.
Draw water and stick the clay pot on the child.
Someone else will come in.
So ... The sun in the wilderness
Have an out-of-control day.
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When the warm wind blows away the last cold in winter
When the first piece of new green is decorated with waking branches
When the warm sunshine began to shine on the children's faces
Be careful that the window opens when the ice thaws.
Spring is coming
The whole country laughed.
Everyone in the village laughed.
A few thunders
Can't resist the sweetness of that smile.
Because spring is coming.
Hope is coming.
Father is carrying a plow and leading a donkey.
Mother brought seeds and hoes.
Go to the field
Towards a warm and full world.
Like many villagers in the village.
Father's whip waved loudly like lightning.
The donkey pulled the plow hard in front.
This land is like a piece of warm velvet.
Cut by a sharp plow
The fragmented body has planted full seeds.
It's like hiding a beautiful dream
Forget the pain
Mom is beside the ridge.
Where donkeys can't go
Dig deep with a hoe
Hands covered with years of wind and frost.
Sow one seed after another
Such as sowing one hope after another.
Rural women are always on their faces.
Unique country laughter
at a distance
The villagers also hold the same attitude.
Seed sowing
Busy figure
Become the most infectious picture of spring.
Pieces of land
done
In a very short period of time
From insufficient to sufficient
From enrichment to bustling blue sky
When I got back,
There was a gust of wind blowing head-on.
Parents turn around
People turn around.
They saw it again.
The land there is sipping.
Laughed quietly