Autumn wind is like a flexible comb, combing the quiet group of dolls;
Qiu Guang, like shining sweat, fluttered on the flat beach.
Sorghum is like a team of "red scarves", quietly observing the surrounding roads;
Sunflowers shook their heads and smiled, looking at the red horizon rising from the sun.
Short and tall weeping willows, stroking fast-maturing crops with green leaves;
Dense reeds carefully guard the wildflowers that secretly open under their feet.
The cicadas have died down, and the talkative sparrows are no longer singing on the roof;
The frog stopped, and the wild river was no longer noisy.
Wild geese are going south, and white wild ducks are floating silently on the water;
Qiu Liang has just settled here, and the heat is still hidden in a hospitable family.
In autumn, the group powa seems to sleep in a sweet dream;
Autumn in Tuanbowa is as shy as a girl.
Tuanbowa, Tuanbowa, are you really so quiet?
The whole world is clamoring, where there is no thunder, the wind has changed!
Yes, Tuan Bowa's crying is as loud as anywhere else;
Listen to people's chests, as noisy as downtown.
There is no World War III here, but everyone is shooting;
Whose heart is deep-there is no rushing and roaring brigade!
There is no fire here, but it is attacking and killing day and night;
Whose large and small arteries-there is no hot blood flowing!
The manifesto of the production party here is not hidden under the dust;
Chairman Mao's great call still has the most sincere answer here.
The theory of proletarian dictatorship radiates brilliance in the hearts of soldiers;
The wave of opposition to revisionism is scaring away those fish and shrimp.
On the runway at the gate of the PLA barracks, there are horseshoes stepping on it at any time;
In the schoolhouse of the May 7th Cadre School, "Entrepreneurship" and "Hai Xia" appear on the screen from time to time.
In the bright sunshine, there are revisionist criticisms at any time;
Between the rows of red rooms, you can often hear the gentle night talk of your comrades.
..... As for the affection of soldiers, how can you tolerate such a small group of Powa!
Can't use sound, can only use "sound" without sound to express:
Soldiers have their own personality: they are not afraid of slander or intimidation;
All merciless blows will only make people erect and rejuvenate.
Soldiers have their own ambitions: to reform forever and start from scratch;
All shameful recessions can only make people regard them as enemies and step into the sand.
Soldiers have their own courage: don't believe rumors, don't be cheated;
All nonsense accusations will only make people sober and developed.
Soldiers have their own military love: loyalty and new beauty;
All the extra greed can only make people feel bored and disgusting.
Soldiers' songs can take a break, but they will never be hoarse;
A soldier's eyes can be closed for a while, but he will never be blind.
Listen, this is what the soldiers took out of their hearts.
Tuanbowa, Tuanbowa, are you really that quiet?
Yes, Tuanbowa is quiet, but it will keep exploding!
No, Tuan Bowa is noisy. This poem is all noisy.
Anyway, bury this contradictory poem under the dam,
It may not be in your autumn, but it will surely take root and sprout next spring. ……
risen to challenges
-Once again, to young citizens.
fine horse
Run like a fly on the flat ground
Sometimes I dare not cross it.
A swift river;
wild goose
I like to sing heroic marches in spring,
Speaking of severe winter,
This song is full of sadness;
Citizens!
you
Growing up on the hot chest of the motherland
Yes or no
Bowed his head in the face of difficulties?
I won't,
I trust you.
Even more than myself,
but
I want to ask.
Are you ready?
I
A few years older than you.
Be your friend with honor,
Can't stand/endure/endure
Put your heart
Take it back to those troubled times.
When I was a teenager,
life
This has never happened before.
Free and warm,
I was with our motherland too early.
With great anxiety,
But I'm still naive,
way of life
It's obvious to me,
seem
As soon as the bell rang at dawn,
A mythical miracle
Like rosy clouds on the horizon,
all
Will be extremely happy. ……
Oh, at this time.
The severe test is coming!
War of Resistance against Japanese Aggression's artillery fire
In the city where I live.
Roll up smoke,
Tears filled my eyes.
Join the ranks of red soldiers
Go to the front
..... The real life begins!
regrettable
It started so suddenly!
Me
Almost unprepared.
Encountered risks.
On the way to March on a rainy night,
I ran away in a panic.
In front of the first general who received me,
Tell a story
My troubles and anxieties:
Fight.
I'm still not free to load the gun,
Mobilize the people
I only speak the boring language in the book.
I said:
"Comrade,
Please allow me to study in the rear for a few more years! "
therefore
The general's heavy voice
It rings in my ear:
"The problem is simple-
Not brave
Learn to be brave in the struggle,
Fear of difficulties
Face the difficulties stubbornly. "
Hmm. How interesting
This flashing word
Hit my heart like raindrops,
I appreciate it.
Back to our team
Keep moving.
at present
Eighteen years have passed,
time
Exercised us
Win glory for the motherland,
Not us
Conquered by difficulties,
What seems terrible is the difficulty.
One by one.
Kneel before us.
The darkness is gone forever,
clockwise
roll in
It is the climax of victory and joy.
citizen
I envy you,
The Green Youth
That's good!
You don't want it.
disarm
Take 38 guns from the enemy.
But how?
build
Long-range coastal defense guns defend the motherland;
You don't want it.
Take advantage of the night
Dig a hole and hide your body,
But how?
Get to the bottom of it
Go to the mountains to explore treasures;
You don't want it.
Crossing the bunker group
Sneak into enemy-controlled cities.
But how?
Stick the chimney out of the factory
Straight into the sky;
You don't want it.
With a small flag.
Go to the landlord's compound to reduce rent and interest.
But how?
Put agricultural production cooperatives
Do more and better. ……
Yes
Even the difficulties you encounter.
Makes me proud,
But I have to say
Its prestige
Never smaller than before.
On the road of socialism
Actually not.
Safe and sound,
On a sunny morning
Also often
There was a storm,
imperialistic
Face us.
Bite a few cannibal teeth every day.
In the long river of life,
It could be anywhere.
Lurking in hard rocks,
Flies of the old world
In every corner where the sun never shines.
There are maggots.
new things
Encounter all the time
The resistance of the fallen.
However, I want to tell you
I tasted the truth of life:
difficulty
This is a stupid and cowardly thing,
it
Accustomed to looking into frightened eyes
Show off its power,
As long as you hear strong footsteps
Like a mouse
Retract quietly,
It will never be defeated.
The heroic will of the people.
So, comrades!
let us
With a hundred times of courage and perseverance
March into difficulties!
Not just in words.
With action
This means that we are real citizens!
In our motherland.
Reduce the difficulty by one point.
Happiness must grow several inches taller,
Behind the difficulties
The great socialist world
Running towards us
In the mountains.
one
I'm going down-
This is not a place where soldiers live for a long time.
I'm going down-
The wings of my heart cannot fly here,
I'm going down-
If I stay here too long, my heart will be sad.
I'm going down-
It's almost too late to pack a small roll of luggage. ……
two
Cold, silent, quiet,
Everything seems so weird and abnormal.
Clever butterfly-like leaves
When I fell to the ground, I made a shocking sound.
Autumn wind is like a wild woman's hand.
Pouring violently on the red wall of the temple,
The river is like a stuffy child.
Noisy, planning to wander in the vast wilderness.
three
And I, once a real mountaineer,
How many years have you been running in the mountains?
It's the rainstorm after rainstorm.
Sweep away the youth of my life;
On the green, yellow, yellow and green trees,
I also hid my angry heart.
But I didn't do it once.
I heard the wind and saw the clouds ...
four
In those terrible days,
Every mountain trembled in the gunfire.
On countless trembling hills,
Our millions of soldiers are stationed day and night.
Every able-bodied soldier,
Everyone has a pike in his hand and anger in his chest.
Ah, that shining spear,
Each plunged into the foggy sky.
five
I am also one of these soldiers.
My heart is always connected with theirs.
When marching, we walk at the same pace.
When we were camping, we had similar good dreams.
A partner fell beside him,
There is a song of revenge in our throat,
A recruit joined the army,
We soon let him start fighting life.
six
Now, those days have passed for a long time,
This mountain area is not that mountain area anymore.
I live in a villa left by a late capitalist.
What I have in my hand is a dull pen.
Where's my gun, where's my gun,
I don't know where the warehouse has rotted into dead branches,
Where is my horse, where is my horse,
I'm afraid I've been plowing in the cooperative.
seven
Am I attached to that cruel battle?
No, I look forward to winning the war every day.
Is it because I don't like this peaceful land?
No, I like it. I like it. I appreciate it.
Do I hate the scenery in this mountain?
No, I was in a good mood when I first arrived.
It's just that I will never forget it.
I was and still am a soldier.
eight
My habits haven't changed much,
The boiling life has a strong attraction to me.
I like to encounter complicated things,
I'm also fascinated by arguments about the public interest.
I like to speak at that exciting meeting.
Poetry can be created even in a noisy crowd.
Construction sites with rumbling machines and dusty fields,
Not a day goes by without my heart flying to you. ...
nine
I'm going down-
Leaves, I can't let you fall gently with the prime time!
I'm going down-
Autumn wind, don't torture me like this!
I'm going down-
Xiaohe, I want to go to a noisy life with you!
I'm going down-
People need me to work like a war!
Carved on the land of the Great Northern Wilderness.
Inherit it, our descendants!
This is an eternal property-eternal and new;
Work hard, master of the future world!
This is a magical land-hard to find on earth or in heaven.
There is a mountain facing the country on the top of this piece of land.
The wind and the road are so long that even ancient travelers are hard to find;
This land is backed by the forest and its feet are in the middle of the lake.
The water is deep and the snow is thick, so it is inconvenient for a swift horse to raise dust.
This land has always been like a big dream
There was no human voice in Fiona Fang for hundreds of miles, but I heard wolves howling, bears growling and tigers singing.
Oh, this land is always overgrown with weeds!
There is no figure for dozens of days, and the blue sky, green water and red sun are like wheels.
This land is like a forgotten mother in the past!
The clear lake, like her eyes, looks at dusk;
This land, in the past, was like an exiled Li nationality!
The silent valley, like his ears, listens to the footsteps.
Always remember this time: in the deep winter of 1954,
The north wind has already cracked the soil, and the ice and snow are closing the ancient Chai Men;
Always remember these soldiers: a group of revolutionary soldiers who have changed jobs,
They just bid farewell to the front line, and the smoke of fighting still reverberated in their hearts.
Wildfire is burning! It tells the world with a red flame:
From then on, the Great Northern Wilderness began its first great March!
Song Ming is on fire! It sends a message to wolves, bears, tigers and leopards:
From now on, the Great Northern Wilderness can no longer tolerate you tyrants!
Who will cure the blood bubbles on the soles of your feet and touch the scars on your body!
Set out immediately and go to the depths of the grassland to investigate soil hydrology;
Who will clean the beard on the cheek? Who will wash away the red clouds in his eyes!
Go on, break through the snow with the whole body heat.
Or blow the horn! All kinds of "enemies" swept nature,
Enlarge the cooking channel and mow the grass with a discerning bayonet!
And sing war songs Calling Yangchun with a voice full of painstaking efforts,
Leave some rations for seeds, and pull the plow and rake with the shoulders that are used to carrying guns.
Oh, no tractors, no motorcades, no horses,
But there are thousands of acres of land in the warm spring breeze!
Oh, no residential areas, no wild shops, no smoking villages ...;
However, there are several state-owned farms-standing in the forest!
How to value this property? I find it very difficult,
When writing this poem, motorcycles, such as buildings, have been in droves;
How to measure this land? I'm really out of my depth,
When writing this poem, the green wheat ridges are still extending to the horizon.
This is an eternal property and a guide to life!
Every open road is like a sober guide;
This magical land is the garden of truth!
Every golden fruit is like a bright heart.
Listen: fighting and happiness, revolution and youth-
In the music that lives here, it will always be the same wonderful strong sound!
Please see: joy and labor, harvest and cultivation-
In the historical pattern here, it will always be the same rich pattern!
Listen: Yan Yu and Feng Shui, Song Tao and Lei Zhen-
In the song of life here, it is always so sweet and moving!
Please see: the cold current, the spring rain and the snowflake shadow-
In the historical picture here, it is always equally eye-catching!
The descendants of our children and grandchildren, new people in the era of * * *!
The ancestors buried in this land have the deepest trust in you;
Your road, even if every minute is so smooth,
There will be no second one-losing the soul of the revolution. ...
Master of the future world, citizen of the socialist motherland!
The ancestors buried in this land have unlimited confidence in you;
Even if your life is a thousand times better than today,
There won't be a morning-forget the hardships of this generation.
Yes, all future generations, history cherishes the heritage of revolutionary ancestors,
Instead of using their spiritual cards in vain-serving the morning with three wick high incense;
Yes, all promising descendants have always respected the painstaking efforts of the pioneers.
Not just from their bodies-picky trivial dust.
..... move on, our descendants!
This is eternal property.
..... Keep working hard, master of the future world!
This is a magical land-hard to find on earth or in heaven.