Author: Wen Yiduo
There is a saying that it is a curse.
There is a saying that 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 a thunderbolt exploded in the sky:
"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 can't help but be silent;
Don't tremble, stick out your tongue and stamp your feet.
Wait until a thunderbolt in the sky:
"Our China!"
2. Motherland, my dear motherland
Author: Shu Ting
I am an old waterwheel worn by your river,
Tired songs that have been spun for hundreds of years;
I am a miner's lamp blackened on your forehead,
When you grope in the tunnel of history.
I am the withered ear of rice, the disrepair roadbed;
This is a barge on the beach.
Put the rope deep,
Stuff it on your shoulder,
-the motherland!
I'm poor,
I am sad.
I am your ancestor,
Painful hope,
This is the "flying" cuff,
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 the crimson dawn,
It is sprayed;
-the motherland!
I'm one billionth of you,
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters;
With your scarred breasts,
Feeding,
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me;
So from my flesh and blood,
In order to get,
Your richness, your glory, your freedom;
-the motherland,
My dear motherland!
3. "I love this land"
Author: Ai Qing
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 ...?
4. White Jade Bitter Melon-Collected by the Palace Museum
Author: Yu Guangzhong
Like waking up like sleeping, slowly in the soft light,
It's like waking up from a deep sleep in a poor year,
A melon is slowly maturing,
The color of bitter gourd is no longer bitter,
The sun grinds and the moon grinds, pregnant and engraved,
Look at the stem, the caressing palm,
What year's harvest should be sucked up in one gulp,
China was fed with milk in ancient times.
Perfect, round, greasy, full,
The ever-expanding tentacles,
Enrich every butter grape,
Until the tip of the melon, it is still full of freshness of the day.
The vast Kyushu is just reduced to a map.
I didn't know how to fold it when I was a child.
I will unfold endless,
As big as the mother I remember, her breasts,
You just told that orange?
With the stem and the root rope,
Painful sympathy is hard to satisfy,
Unfortunately or fortunately, this baby,
The love of the whole continent is in a bitter gourd,
Leather shoes have been trampled, horseshoes have been trampled,
The tracks of heavy chariots step on it,
No scars,
It's hard to believe that there is only glass left.
Still with the blessing of Goichi,
In the strange light beyond time,
Cooked, self-sufficient universe,
Full of decay, a fairytale fruit,
Not in the fairy mountain, but on earth,
Long rot, your predecessor, alas, long rot,
The hand that changed the tire, the dexterous wrist,
I am eager to extradite you,
Laugh at the soul flowing in the white jade,
A song, singing the bitterness and bitterness of life,
Be extradited forever, and the result is sweet.
China, I lost my key.
Author: Liang
China, I lost my keys.
That was more than ten years ago,
I ran along the red street,
I ran to the wilderness in the suburbs, screaming,
Later,
I lost my key.
Heart, painful heart,
I don't want to wander anymore,
I want to go home,
Open the drawer, look through my childhood photos,
Look at the one in the paper,
Emerald clover
In addition,
I also want to open the bookcase,
Take out a Heine ballad,
I'm going on a date,
I'm going to show her this book,
As my message to the blue sky,
A signal of love.
All this,
All these beauties cannot be achieved,
China, I lost my keys.
Oh, my God, it's raining again.
My keys,
Where are you lying?
I think the wind and rain have corroded you,
You are rusty;
No, I don't think so,
I will stubbornly look for it,
I hope to find you again.
The sun,
Have you seen my keys?
May your light,
Warm and shining for it.
I walked on this vast field,
I followed my heart's footsteps,
All that's lost,
I've been thinking about it.