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 tender 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. ...
2. 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 smell only exists outside the Great Wall.
Anyone who speaks out of tune is 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.
Thinking of the golden light shining on the grassland thousands of miles away
Thinking about the wind and sand whistling across the desert
Reflections on the banks of the Yellow River and Yinshan Mountain
The hero rode home.
3. Homesickness Yu Guangzhong
Hours later
Homesickness is a small stamp.
I'm at this end
Mom is over there.
When I grow up
Homesickness is a narrow ticket.
I'm at this end
The bride is over there.
We'll talk about it later.
Homesickness is a low grave.
I am outside
Mom's inside.
But now
Homesickness is a shallow strait.
I'm at this end
The mainland is over there
4. Miss Xi Murong
The song of my hometown is a flute in Qingyuan.
It always rings with the moon at night.
The face of my hometown is a vague disappointment.
Like waves in the fog
After parting
Homesickness is a tree without rings.
Never grow old.
5. Miss Li Guangtian
On a quiet night in this ancient city,
I heard the Ming flute in my hometown,
Qian Shan is separated by thousands of waters,
But there are also sad songs.
I happened to remember something in my heart,
But not long-lost parents,
It's just a small pond near my hometown.
In the breeze, reeds and jackals on both sides of the pond
6. Homesickness replaces Wei
Matches make a gentle cry.
Chai woke up.
The furnace room is lit.
A cigarette.
Standing on the cloud
Covered with rain and birds
The hometown stands higher and higher.
Homesickness is not a flower, but a cigarette.
Never wither
Just drifting away
7. Motherland, my dear motherland Shu Ting.
I am your shabby old waterwheel by the river.
Old songs that have been spun for hundreds of years.
I am a miner's lamp with your forehead blackened.
Do what you did in the historical cave.
I am the withered ear of rice, the disrepair roadbed.
This is a barge on the beach.
Draw the rope deep
Pull it into your shoulder
-Motherland
I am very poor.
I am sad
I am your ancestor.
Painful hope
It's a flying sleeve.
Flowers that never fall to the ground for thousands of years
-Motherland
I am your brand-new ideal.
Just broke free from the mythical spider web.
I am the germ of your ancient lotus under the snow.
I am your smile vortex, with tears hanging on it.
I am the newly painted white starting line.
This is crimson dawn.
Spraying
-Motherland
I am one billionth of you.
Is the sum of your 9.6 million square meters.
With your scarred breasts,
raise
Lost me, considerate me, boiling me.
And then from my flesh and blood
get
Your richness, your glory, your freedom.
-Motherland
my dear motherland
8. Our China Zheng Zhenduo
Our China,
Our China!
Are you calling us?
Yes, let's get started.
We will put everything down!
Our China,
Our China,
Who insulted your honor?
We'll pull out the knife for you,
Our lives will be abandoned for you.
Our China,
Our China!
Is that sad face yours?
No, no, you should be excited about yourself,
We will eliminate all sources of anxiety for you.
Our China,
Our China,
Why did you become so barren and poor?
We'll work for you, work,
Until you regain your strength and wealth.
Our China,
Our China,
Are you calling us?
We're ready,
Will give up everything for you!
9. Autumn in the Motherland Cao Yuxiang
Today, you walked into the square in autumn.
It's late autumn, the weather is getting cold, and chrysanthemums are in bloom.
The wind carried four blue lakes into the air.
In the air, slowly passing through the clouds of fleet.
In the air, the wings of wild geese paddle the sculls of the season.
Greet the ups and downs of the earth with songs
In clear autumn, you see all the people.
Waves in cities, villages and the Pacific Ocean.
Even seeing your childhood, grandma.
On the haystack, a child rang the doorbell.
This Yuan Ye, this river, this fallen leaf, this fruit.
Every day, a national flag is raised in the square.
Every day, this land will grow a ray of sunshine.
Everything is worth it, and you are happy inside.
You smiled and remembered a dream you had.
Who can not love their motherland?
"Motherland", when you gently say the word.
It is equal to telling your destiny, relatives and hometown.
When you say "autumn" with your eyes,
That is time, life, and remoteness.
10. Folk song Yu Guangzhong
Legend has it that there is a folk song in the north.
Only the vital capacity of the Yellow River can sing.
From Qinghai to the Yellow Sea
The wind also heard it.
The sand also heard it.
If the Yellow River freezes into glaciers,
And the most maternal nasal sound in the Yangtze River.
From plateau to plain
Fish can also hear.
The dragon heard it, too
If the Yangtze River freezes into a glacier,
And me, my red sea is roaring.
From early tide to late tide
Wake up and listen.
I even heard it in my dreams.
One day my blood froze, too.
And your blood. His blood is singing.
From type a to type o
Cry and listen
Listen with a smile.
1 1. When I die, Yu Guangzhong
When I die, bury me in the Yangtze River and Yellow River.
Suddenly, my head was resting, and my white hair was covered with black soil.
In China, the most beautiful and motherly country,
I slept peacefully, on the whole continent,
Listen on both sides. The requiem starts from the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.
Two eternal music, surging and facing the east.
This is the most indulgent and spacious bed.
Let's sleep contentedly and think contentedly,
Once upon a time, there was a young man in China.
Looking west in frozen Michigan,
Want to see the dawn of China through the night,
With the eyes of China who was not embarrassed for seventeen years.
Gluttonous map, from West Lake to Taihu Lake,
Go to Chongqing, where there are many partridges, instead of going home.
12. Yu Youren (Yu Youren (1879- 1964), a native of Sanyuan, Shaanxi Province, was originally named Bo Xun, a Taiping old man in his later years and a veteran of the Kuomintang. Later, he died in Taiwan Province Province)
Bury me in the mountains and look at my continent.
The mainland can't see, only cry!
Bury me in the high mountain and see my hometown.
Hometown is intangible and can never be forgotten!
The sky is gray and wild,
Shan Ye, state-owned ruin!
13. Wandering ballad Dai Wangshu
When the sea breeze blows,
The dark water is full of blue roses.
-Where's the homeless house?
The fence gate is the home of spiders.
The earth wall is the home of Ficus pumila.
The leafy fruit trees are the home of birds.
Wanderers don't even have homesickness,
He floats between whales and sea pythons:
Let the lonely flowers bloom and fall at home.
Because there are blue roses on the sea,
Does the wanderer want to haunt his deserted home?
There are more beautiful companions than roses.
A beautiful little traveling companion is a warmer home,
Homesickness of wanderers lingers there.
Well, forever floating between whales and sea pythons.
14. Praise 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,
And 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 is the unknown fear, and the same is true.
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,
It is also the endless groans and chills that spread from this sloping eaves.
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.
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