Author: Lin
Remember that day,
The heart is the same river,
Let dusk come,
The moon hangs on the chest.
Like this Mount Qingdai,
today，
Heart is an obstacle to arrogance;
Lush,
Don't forget the sunset glow,
Huge,
But listen to the wind under your feet,
At night-
2. Nanshan Dream
Author: Ji xian
Isn't that part of the Qinling Mountains?
Alas! That's right. This is the most wonderful thing:
Most tearful.
This is a stone in Zhong Nanshan.
I sat on it and hummed a few words of Shaanxi opera.
I drank some wine from my hometown.
I touched it for a long time,
And can be as cool as ever.
Those horizontal clouds stopped moving,
They want to treat me as a "stranger".
Ah ah, lovely, how honest.
At the foot of the mountain, a small village is smoking.
Isn't it my hometown, Zhongnan Town?
When did I come back?
Huh? Grandma Meng, why does the chicken crow?
Please let me stay in this dream and don't cry. ...
Step 3 worship
Author: Mu Dan
Endless mountains and ups and downs, rivers and grasslands,
In countless dense villages, chickens bark and dogs bark,
In the once desolate land of Asia,
The dry wind whistling in the boundless weeds,
Singing the monotonous water flowing eastward under the low-pressure dark clouds,
There are countless buried ages in the melancholy forest.
They hugged me quietly:
Endless stories are endless disasters, silent,
It is love, it is an eagle soaring in the sky,
Its dry eyes look forward to tears,
When the motionless gray ranks crawl in the distant sky;
I have too many words, too long feelings,
I want to use desolate deserts, rugged roads, mule carts,
I want to take a trough boat, wild flowers in the mountains, rainy days,
I want to hug you with everything, you,
People I see everywhere,
People who live in shame, crooked people,
I want to hug you with bloody hands.
Because a nation has risen.
A farmer, his rough body moving in the field,
He is a woman's child, the father of many children,
How many dynasties rose and fell around him?
Bring him hope and disappointment,
He always spins silently behind the plow,
Digging up the soil that dissolved his ancestors,
Frozen on the roadside is the same image of suffering.
How many happy songs pass by on the road,
How many times have he been followed by his worries;
On the main road, people are talking, shouting and in high spirits.
However, he didn't. He just put down his old hoe.
Believe in nouns again and melt in the love of the public.
He firmly watched himself melt into death,
This road is infinitely long,
He can't cry,
He didn't cry because a nation has risen.
Surrounded by mountains and under the blue sky,
When passing by his house in spring and autumn,
Hidden in the deep valley is the most subtle sadness:
An old woman is pregnant with children, and many children are pregnant.
Hunger, patience in hunger,
The roadside is still a dark hut.
The same fear of the unknown, the same,
Natural soil that erodes life,
He walked away and never looked back to curse.
I want to hug everyone for him,
I lost the comfort of hugging him,
Because of him, we cannot give happiness,
Cry, let's cry at him,
Because a nation has risen.
It is also the wind of this long age,
Also scattered from this sloping roof.
Endless groans and cold,
It sings on the top of the withered tree,
It blows through barren swamps, reeds and insects,
It is also the voice of this flying crow.
When I walked by and stood on the road,
I'm wasting my years of humiliating history,
Still waiting in the mountains and rivers,
Waiting, we have too much pain without words,
However, a country has risen,
However, a nation has risen.
Step 4: Pray.
Author: Wen Yiduo
Please tell me who is from China.
Enlighten me how to hold my memory tightly;
Please tell me the greatness of this country,
Tell me gently, don't make any noise!
Please tell me who is from China.
He has a heart of Yao and Shun,
Whose blood belongs to Jing Ke Nie Zheng,
Whose legacy is Shennong Huangdi?
Tell me that wisdom is strange,
Said it was a gift from hippo;
Tell me the rhythm of this song,
It was originally taught by Phoenix in Nine Treasures.
Please tell me the silence of the Gobi,
And the solemnity of the five mountains? say it again
Taishan's stone slippers are still dripping with patience.
Is there harmony in the Yellow River?
Tell me again, that tear.
Is Confucius mourning the death of Lin?
You must tell me laughter,-
Smile of Zhuang Zhou, Chunyu Kun and Dong Fangshuo.
Please tell me who is from China.
Enlighten me how to hold my memory tightly;
Please tell me the greatness of this country,
Tell me gently, don't make any noise!
Step 5 confiscate
Author: Xi Murong
Please sing a song for me.
In that forgotten ancient language
Please call gently with a beautiful vibrato.
Great rivers and mountains in my heart
That is a sight that only exists outside the Great Wall.
Who said the tone of Saiqu was too sad?
If you don't want to hear it,
That's because ... ...
There is no desire for you in the song.
We always have to sing and sing.
Like a grassland shining with golden light thousands of miles away.
It's like sand whistling through the desert.
Like the Yinshan Mountain on the bank of the Yellow River.
Heroes ride strong.
Go home with honor.