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 bank is full of flowers.
There is a strange smell when the tender willow branches are broken. )
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;
The rice fields in Jiangnan are so soft ... now there is only Artemisia scoparia;
Litchi flowers in Lingnan are lonely and withered,
There, I was immersed in the bitter water of the South China Sea without fishing boats. ...
Invisible palms swept the mountains without complaint,
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 in my palm.
Put it on, 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!
Shu Ting's motherland, my dear motherland.
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;
I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,
Do what you do in the tunnel of history;
I am a withered ear of rice; It is a roadbed that has been in disrepair for a long time;
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull into your shoulder;
-the motherland!
I'm poor,
I am sad.
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope,
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years;
-the motherland!
I am your brand-new ideal,
Just broke free from the spider web of myth;
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow;
I am your laughing vortex with tears hanging;
I am the newly painted white starting line;
This is crimson dawn.
It is sprayed;
-the motherland!
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me;
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Yours; Abundance, your glory, your freedom;
-the motherland,
My dear motherland!
Guo Moruo's Coal in the Furnace
Ah, my lady!
I will live up to your hospitality,
Don't let me down.
I'm doing this for the people I love.
Burn like this!
Ah, my lady!
You should know my predecessor.
Don't you think I am a reckless slave?
In the chest of my black slave,
As long as there is a heart like fire.
Ah, my lady!
I think my predecessor
Originally a useful pillar,
I've been buried alive for years,
Only now have I seen the light of day again.
Ah, my lady!
Ever since I saw the light again,
I often miss my hometown,
I'm doing this for the people I love.
Burn like this!
Wen Yiduo's "A Word"
There is a saying that it is a curse.
There is a saying that you can light a fire.
Although no one has said it for 5 thousand years,
Can you guess the silence of the volcano?
Maybe he was suddenly possessed,
Suddenly, there was a thunderbolt in the blue sky.
Explosion:
"Our China!"
What should I say today?
You don't believe that Cycas blooms,
So there is a sentence you listen to:
When the volcano couldn't help being silent,
Don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stamp your feet.
Wait until the blue sky thunders.
Explosion:
"Our China!"
Ai Qing's I Love This Land
If I were a bird,
I should also sing with a hoarse throat:
This land hit by the storm,
This river of sadness and anger will surge forever,
This endless wind,
And the gentle dawn from the forest ...
And then I died,
Even feathers rot in the ground.
Why do I often cry?
Because I love this land deeply. ...
Pang Yu Liang is in the cornfield.
In the cornfield
I am a young general.
Look at the red tassels flying everywhere and the green swords flying.
The fruit is hidden under the red tassel and green sword.
Show their teeth
We can read their language.
There are no old friends in ordinary days.
Only the wind is blowing, blowing endless corn long hair.
In the cornfield
We will gain the strength to overcome tomorrow.
The corn leaves are still beating me.
The golden corn cob rattled in boiling water.
What a beautiful day.
Just think about what a wonderful country.
In the cornfield
Corn fields fall on the map of * * * and China.
Countless battles and victories
Will shine on us forever
Qusao
Emperor Levin's Miao nationality is Xi, my emperor Kao Boyong;
While taking photos of Zhen, Geng Yin and I are going to surrender.
Emperor view more than once, tin more than reputation;
The name is right, and the word is all;
Fenwu has both inner beauty and self-cultivation ability;
Hu Jiang left and monarch, threading thought Pei;
If I am not as good as me, I am afraid that my age is not with me;
Mulan Xi in the morning [Li Bi], Shu Mang in the evening;
The sun and the moon are not flooded suddenly, and the spring and autumn have their order;
But the vegetation is scattered, fearing that the beauty will come late;
Do not cherish the strong, abandon filth, why not change this degree?
Run with the horse and guide my husband first.
The purity of the past three times is where the public is;
How can you be a husband with the miscellaneous use of pepper and fungus?
Peter Yaoshun's Geng Jiexi, both by the way and by the way;
He is arrogant, and her husband has only the embarrassment of taking shortcuts;
However, couples steal happiness, and the road is dangerous;
I am afraid of the rest of my body and Huang Yu's defeat;
Suddenly ran to Xi, and the heel of the former king;
I don't care how I feel, but I'm greedy and angry.
Gu Yu knew it was painful, but he couldn't give up.
Refers to the positive nine days, zork;
At the beginning, I talked to Yu Chengyan and regretted having him;
It is not difficult for me to leave my husband, and it is difficult to quantify my practice.
I am not only the nine of Zilan, but also a hundred-acre tree;
If you want to stay abroad and expose the bottom of the car, you should mix with local chronicles;
Hebei has lush foliage, so I wish I could cut the mountain (sound "four");
Although it is withered, it is a pain, mourning the filth of the public;
Everyone is greedy and eager to seek;
Forgive yourself for being in Qiang and being jealous of each other;
That's not what I'm worried about.
Old Ran Ran came, and he was afraid that his name would not stand;
Drink Mulan in the morning and dew in the evening, and autumn chrysanthemum in the evening;
If you are full of affection and trust [female praise] (sound "praise"), you must practice, and it will hurt if you grow salty (sound "salty");
Tie a knot with the root of the wood and thread it into the falling core of Ficus pumila;
Change bacteria and laurel to thread, and ask Hu Sheng to do so.