Motherland, my dear motherland [Author] Shu Ting [Dynasty] Modern.
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river, spinning tired songs for hundreds of years; I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened. When you grope in the tunnel of history, I am a withered ear of rice and a disrepair roadbed. It is the barge on the muddy beach that pulls the rope deep into your shoulder, motherland! I'm poor and I'm sad. I am the pain of your ancestors, the flower that has not landed for thousands of years between the sleeves of "flying", the motherland!
I use a broken palm [author] Dai Wangshu [dynasty] to be modern.
I groped for this vast land with my broken palm: this corner has turned to ashes, and there is only blood and mud in that corner; This lake should be my hometown. In spring, the bank is full of flowers, and the tender willow branches are broken with strange fragrance. ) I touch seaweed and cool water. The snow peaks in Changbai Mountain are freezing cold, and the water and sediment of the Yellow River slip through your fingers.
In the rice fields in the south of the Yangtze River, your new grass is thin and soft ... Now there is only Artemisia scoparia; Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered. As far as there is concerned, I am immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats ... The invisible palm sweeps the infinite mountains and rivers, my fingers are stained with blood and ash, and my palms are stained with darkness. Only the distant corner is still intact, warm, clear, firm and vigorous.
In a word, Wen Yiduo, the author, is modern.
There is a saying that it is a curse, and there is a saying that it can be ignited. Although it has not been revealed for 5000 years, can you guess the silence of the volcano? Maybe he suddenly became possessed, and suddenly a thunderbolt exploded in the blue sky: "We China!" " What should I say today? You don't believe Cycas blooms.
Coal in the Furnace [Author] Modern Guo Moruo Dynasty
Ah, my lady! I live up to your kindness and you live up to my thoughtfulness. I burned like this for the person I love! Ah, my lady! You should know my predecessor. Don't you think I am a reckless slave? Need me, a black slave, with a heart like fire.