The poet on Kerqin grassland
said to me:
"The north is sad."
Yes,
The north is sad.
The desert wind blowing from outside the Great Wall
has swept away
the greenness of life in the north
and the brilliance of time,
-a dim grayish yellow,
covered with a layer of sand fog that cannot be uncovered;
That day, the roaring that rushed by,
brought terror,
frantically
swept through the desert of Yuan Ye
frozen in the cold wind of October;
villages,
ancient cities,
hillsides,
riverbanks,
crumbling walls and deserted graves,
all covered with earthy melancholy ...
lonely pedestrians,
leaning forward
covering their cheeks with their hands,
in the sand <
Step by step
Struggle forward ...
Several donkeys
-the beast with sad eyes
and tired ears
bear the heavy burden of the pain of the land
,
their tired footsteps,
tread slowly across the north
.
Dead trees
and low-rise houses are
sparsely
darkly
scattered under
a gloomy sky;
In the sky,
there is no sun,
only the wild geese that form a large group
are in confusion,
flapping their black wings,
calling out their anxiety and bitterness,
fleeing from this desolate region,
fleeing to the south of the green-shaded sky ... <
The Yellow River in Wan Li
is surging with turbid waves,
pouring disaster and misfortune to the vast north
;
And the wind and frost of the 198s,
depict
poverty and hunger in the vast north.
and I
, a traveler from the south,
love this sad northern country.
The blowing sand on my face
and the cold air to my bones
never made me curse;
I love this sad land.
It is a boundless desert.
It also arouses my reverence:
-I saw
our ancestors
leading the sheep,
attacking the flute,
immersed in the dusk of this desert ...
We were treading.
For thousands of years
They fought against nature here
,
They never suffered humiliation once to defend the land,
They died
and left us the land-
I love this sad land,
its vast and barren land.
I love this sad land
ancient land.
This land has nurtured
the hardest
and oldest race in the world that I love.
When I found Wen Yiduo
I came, I shouted and burst into tears.
"This is not my China, no, no!"
I came because I heard you calling me;
Whipping the Gangfeng of time and holding a fire,
I came, I didn't know it was an empty joy.
I met a nightmare, where is you?
That's terror, a nightmare hanging over a cliff,
That's not you, that's not my love!
I asked the blue sky and forced the wind on all sides.
I asked, punching the bare chest of the earth.
I couldn't get any news. I cried for you.
I vomited a heart, and you were in my heart!
Yi Ju Wen Yiduo
—— The day before Chongyang,
Chrysanthemum in a long-necked shrimp celadon bottle,
Chrysanthemum in a hexagonal crystal bottle,
Chrysanthemum in a wisteria fairy basket;
the chrysanthemum guarding the hip flask,
the chrysanthemum accompanying the claw cup;
chrysanthemums that have not been put, will be put, half put and in full bloom.
a crimson chrysanthemum with a golden edge;
pink hydrangea with broken petals!
lazy Jiangxi wax yo;
There is a yellow heart hanging upside down like a bee nest.
It looks like a purple sunflower.
Chrysanthemum with long petals and flat top;
The white chrysanthemum with soft and bright pointed petals
is like a paw curled at the bottom of a beauty, and
a pinch of golden chestnut is gripped in the heart of the fist.
Chrysanthemums in front of eaves, under steps, by hedges, and at the bottom of the nursery:
Chrysanthemums caged in hazy light smoke,
Chrysanthemums washed in the rain,-
Yellow on gold, white on jade, green in spring, purple in autumn, ...
Little red chrysanthemums like cut autumn leaves;
From goose down to bronzed Huang Ju;
The tiny green real chrysanthemum with purple stems,
is made of small jade tubes,
so that the little flower gods can
steal it at night and play it as a sheng.
The Chrysanthemum King, who is as big as a peony, is more luxurious after all.
His maroon petals and armor-like
Zhang Zhang are all covered with silver linings.
the star-like little chrysanthemum bud
is still asleep with a brown calyx.
ah! Natural beauty always yields!
A masterpiece of our motherland at the end of autumn!
ah! Oriental bottom flower, poet and scholar bottom flower!
Tao Yuanliang, the soul of Oriental poetry
is not the incarnation of your soul, is it?
isn't the ninth birthday of the motherland
the auspicious day of your birth?
You're not like the eager rose here,
The humble lilac is even less than you.
you are a flower with history and customs.
ah! Four thousand years' famous flower at the end of Huaying!
you have a superb history, and you have elegant customs!
ah! The poet's bottom flower! I think of you,
and my heart blooms in an instant,
as bright as yours;
I think of my hometown,
our solemn and splendid motherland,
and my flower of hope is blooming like yours.
a breezy autumn wind! Blowing, blowing!
I want to praise the flower of my motherland!
I want to praise my flowery motherland!
Please blow my words into a bunch of flowers,
yellow on the gold background, white on the jade background, green on the spring brewing background, purple on the autumn mountain background, ...
Then all of them are blown away, and they are so colorful that
they have filled the sky and spread all over the earth!
autumn wind! A breezy autumn wind!
I want to praise the flower of my motherland!
I want to praise my flowery motherland!
My ancient and young motherland,
I am a tender seedling on your vast land,
swaying in your warm and caring arms,
I am a flying bird in your boundless sky,
singing in your warm heart,
in my veins,
the waves of the Yellow River are surging,
mine.
My motherland
The Yangtze River, The mountains and rivers that the Yellow River crosses
Shenzhou presents brilliant
brilliant journeys everywhere
Like golden lamps
The light illuminates the sails of the voyage
My motherland
You have led the people of Putian
to open up a broad road
Make the motherland as beautiful as flowers
Describe the splendor of the East
. > from your blueprint,
I understand the burning soul
The hardships of opening up a brilliant tomorrow
My motherland
From the frontier to the coast
Your charming beauty
I am full of simple feelings
I wish my motherland more prosperous and bright
My motherland
The Yellow River and the Yangtze River. Develop
light up the world's vision
I am proud of the glory of my motherland
My motherland
The dawn sun
holds firm beliefs
Turning surging fighting spirit
into eternal persistence
Creating a better tomorrow
The great motherland
The cradle of oriental civilization
is like a Mercedes-Benz train < Blowing, blowing!
I want to praise the flowers of my motherland
I want to praise my flowery motherland!
please blow my words into a bunch of flowers,
yellow on the gold background, white on the jade background, green on the spring brewing background, purple on the autumn mountain background,
...... and then blow them all away,
blowing them all away, filling the sky and spreading all over the earth!
★ Poems praising the motherland II ★:
Motherland, my dear motherland
I/am your brand-new ideal,
I just broke free from the spider web of myth;
I/am the germ of your snow quilt/ancient lotus;
I/am your tearful/laughing vortex;
I am a new/snow-white starting line;
Yes/the crimson dawn
is/is blowing;
-the motherland!
I am one billionth of you, and
I am the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
You/your scarred breasts
fed me
lost me, thoughtful me, boiling me;
Then/from my flesh and blood
get
your richness, your glory and your freedom;
-motherland,
my dear/motherland!
★ Poems praising the motherland 3 ★:
My motherland
The Yangtze River, The mountains and rivers that the Yellow River crosses
Shenzhou presents brilliant
brilliant journeys everywhere
Like golden lamps
The light illuminates the sails of the voyage
My motherland
You have led the people of Putian
to open up a broad road
Make the motherland as beautiful as flowers
Describe the splendor of the East
. > from your blueprint,
I understand the burning soul
The hardships of opening up a brilliant tomorrow
My motherland
From the frontier to the coast
Your charming beauty
I am full of simple feelings
I wish my motherland more prosperous and bright
My motherland
The Yellow River and the Yangtze River. Develop
light up the world's vision
I am proud of the glory of my motherland
My motherland
The dawn sun
holds firm beliefs
Turning surging fighting spirit
into eternal persistence
Creating a better tomorrow
The great motherland
The cradle of oriental civilization
is like a Mercedes-Benz train < Brilliant future
★ Poems praising the motherland 4 ★:
Ode to the motherland
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Years bear the footsteps of history
The earth has accumulated the essence of civilization
Walking at the beginning of the century, I
think of my motherland with passion. Motherland-
You are the accumulation of a thousand years' history
The confluence of the sources of civilization
You are the waterfall in Hukou of the Yellow River
The snow covered with Tianshan Mountains
You are dignified and deep
Broad and broad
The surging river is your breath
The boiling ocean is your blood
You are the theme of the world
It is me. Motherland-
You are a cry of Tiananmen Gate
The flaming flame of socialism
You are a clarion call of the people's revolution
A sail to ride the wind and waves
You are strong and confident
Progressive and avant-garde
The grand blueprint of socialism is active in your wisdom
The rising sun from the east is shining with your vitality
. Motherland-
You are a spring breeze on the coast of the South China Sea
A touch of sunrise in Luohu village
You are a railroad track on the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau
A set of derricks in Tarim Oilfield
You are far-sighted
You are bold
The earth-shaking changes in the small fishing village have proved your courage
People's smiles are all about your greatness
. Motherland-
You are the flag of world peace
The messenger of human civilization and progress
You are the warrior who defends the truth
The mother who nurtures her children
You are honest and loving
Strong and kind
The people of the world admire your heart
The sons and daughters of China appreciate your maternal love
The motherland-
You have comforted. Motherland-
You have gone through a thousand years of history and crossed the world civilization.
You are clear through the ages, and you are determined to live forever for Intel.
You are kind and loving, defending green and peace.
We are proud to be your children.
We are proud to have such a motherland-
We are United with you.
We. This poetic name
permeates every season of yours
It's the white dove who wakes up the first morning in October under the blue sky
! Motherland, I love you for too long ...
October! My motherland
Please give me a torch
I will follow in your footsteps
Let every dream drip with sweetness
Let all the voices be covered with golden notes
Come to your day-
Please spread the colorful clouds all over the sky for me
I want to make a difference for you.