Poems praising the Yellow River 3 Poems praising the Yellow River

1, a poem praising the Yellow River: Love of the Yellow River Author: ChenLingShen

How many days and nights

You are a knot in my heart.

Those familiar stories

Not only is it full of legends that are troubled by dreams.

The hardships of a Wan Li.

Sing the battle song of life all the way

The last romance in five thousand years.

The big waves washed away the primitiveness of history.

The waves washed away the blood and tears.

Loess precipitated pain and joy.

You're walking in a zigzag way.

Engrave eternity deeply in history.

Turbidity washed away the dust of my servant.

Let your mind wander around just visiting.

The mood is like this rushing spray.

Any language is too pale to tell.

The green hills in the distance are still silent.

Tears surge in my heart.

2. Poems praising the Yellow River: The most beautiful Yellow River Author: Wan

laugh heartily

I was also in tears.

weep

To understand the preciousness of love.

The Yellow River is the most beautiful.

Although your appearance is not gorgeous.

You treat the blue sky and white clouds as sisters.

You regard wind, frost, rain and snow as brothers

I am just a millet beside you.

Wherever I go, your emulsion feeds me into granules.

We can't deny our relationship.

Although your face spans the century

You have a hundred Ge ships in your hand.

You tie your skirt and long sleeves tightly to the hearts of both sides.

weep

To understand the true meaning of love.

The Yellow River is the most beautiful.

In my heart

This will never be a thing of the past.

3. Poetry praising the Yellow River: Love of the Yellow River Author: Poet Runner

turn up

No worship

Stop for a moment.

Think, stare

The surge of dreams

Hang out with the most enthusiastic people

Looking forward to it, but for now.

But broad-minded, tend to be dull.

The wind tells the story of lingering sand.

Sand pours out of the chaos of the wind.

No matter how deep the footprints are—

And pretend to be dissatisfied with the call of the wanderer

So far, I still don't understand.

How much regret do you need?

To cover it up

My attachment to the Yellow River ...