warm sunshine
Like a mother's warm hand
touch control
His firm face
a great mountain
His lovely hometown
A remote and poor mountain village
Still sleeping.
The burden on his back is heavy.
But his heart is heavier.
Standing on the top of the mountain
Overlooking the sleeping hometown
He felt a warm current in his heart.
Mo Yan's pain
hometown
His lovely hometown
On its old face
Knife wrinkle
Describe its years in Cang Sang.
A desolate mountain village
Henghuan in the ravine
Surrounded by high mountains
Tall trees are clustered.
Occasionally, a few shabby mud houses
Lying feebly in the Woods
evenings
There is darkness everywhere.
lifeless
The only thing alive
It's in the village
Those lovely dogs
From time to time, there are several voices that make people
A cry of fear
The mountains are calling every day.
Sense of mission; sense of responsibility
Its children go to get rich.
Change the face of poverty and backwardness
however
People in the mountains seem to be very peaceful.
Do it at sunrise.
Rest at sunset
Don't care about appearance.
Wonderful world
I don't care about enjoyment.
They are reluctant to part.
Their land
They are used to it.
The way of life left by our ancestors
at present
He's going far away.
Studying in colleges and universities
Explore change
Mountain road.
He is holding the villagers.
You have two yuan and I have one yuan.
Hard-earned money raised
They look forward to it.
He is the son of this mountain.
Make academic achievements
Go back and dress up.
Raise him, raise his mother.
He looked at his sleepy hometown.
Looking at farewell
Simple person
With gurgling eyes.
Tears.
He's going away for a while.
His dream hometown.
Leave his affability
Simple person
He has a deep understanding.
The mountains are calling him.
The villagers are calling him.
His roots are in the mountains.
He ran past.
Blood of the mountain
He is the son of Dashan.
He glanced affectionately.
My hometown
then
Resolutely turned his head
to dry one's eyes
throw out one's chest
With the hope of mountains
The hope of the villagers
Go ...
faraway place
The Call of Modern Poetry 2 Last year's firecrackers were still in my ears.
Last year, your voice and smile were still in sight.
Your generous palm flips your hand for love.
It warms our home like spring all the year round.
It's the end of the year.
Thick flavor of the year
Arouse memories of our brotherhood.
My frozen tears
Cann't penetrate hard land
father
In this snowy winter, you are alone in the distance. Are you cold?
It's the New Year again.
just come back
Old father
Beyond time and space
My family is sitting around the fire.
Celebrate the Spring Festival
Have a reunion drink.
Let me experience profound thoughts.
It's called Modern Poetry 3. The last nostalgia in late autumn,
This is warm golden sunshine,
Shining on me, wandering all the way,
Without the indifference of the past,
Without the bleak wind madness,
I can't see the fuzzy leaves,
Are all quiet autumn colors flowing,
Pushing people to wander leisurely,
At this time, my mood still seems unable to recover.
Under the blowing of autumn wind,
Like an autumn leaf, let it sink into the water,
Die? Decline? That's it?
This is a journey of life,
How can you fall into a dark corner,
At the moment of entering the devil's threshold,
In that bright autumn sky, there came the chorus of angel,
Ah ah ah-
Let me not only stare at the sky.
Memories of the past come up from time to time,
Although this is only a short time in the past,
But how much hope, desire,
For the legendary dream,
I stumbled in the hot and cold weather of the world,
For the sacred lotus in my heart,
Enter the legendary pure land of infinite glory,
How can I drift with the autumn leaves,
Die? Decline? That's it?
Mottled hair tips are stained with wind and frost;
Those wrinkles are like knife wounds;
The fiery heart was ravaged in the chest,
Just before I stood firmly in front of the ghost, I was no longer confused.
Bright autumn sky, chorus of angels,
Ah ah ah-
Let me not only stare at the sky.
Oh, I turned from the den to the light,
I am grateful to the angel for calling me in the boundless,
I saw the angel's white wings,
A temple arranged above the sky,
Holding the blue title page like the sea,
Open a chapter of compassion like white clouds,
With the spread of the gospel in the world,
Waves of excitement are brave for me.
At this time, I am not an autumn leaf, but a boat.
Follow the great sails to save the world,
Never fall behind like a wild goose,
Sail to the other side of the new world,
When my heart went through hardships,
As the chorus of angels feels strong,
Right after the angels sang zhanghua,
Finally, they gave me a red lotus.
Modern poetry is called 4 Mom!
My dear mother!
On such a quiet night
In such a distant hometown.
Please allow me to call so softly.
mother
Mom!
Whenever night falls,
Have you heard my call?
Is from a distant hometown.
That's from the heart.
As rich as night.
As gentle as moonlight, me and my call
Have you heard of it?
mother
Mom!
Every time I open the window at night
Staring at the quiet black.
I will use the lightest voice.
Call softly
Mom!
Mom!
Now, I want to be a star lying in the night sky.
Stick it on your arm,
I am afraid that you will say that I am a wayward child.
You know, your slight temperature and your gentle heartbeat.
How many spring, summer, autumn and winter accompanied me?
You just let me lie in your arms.
Lying in your dream
Listen to my gentle call
mother
Mom!
How many nights, I miss you quietly with tears in my eyes.
Never dared to ask for it.
A few gentle words of comfort from you.
Therefore, I use a gentle call to heal my wounds.
Mom!
Let me call you that.
On my lonely night
On the night when I can't hide my tears
I call for the stars
Summon the nameless black man
mother
Mom!
Did you hear that?
From the distant night sky
Listen!
This is the call of the night, this is my call.
Call softly, softly, softly
mother
The so-called modern poetry has a history between us.
He has left quietly.
Don't look at me doubtfully.
No, not me.
I have no sword in my hand.
therefore
Did his dying eyes leave you a trace of despair and helplessness?
The history between us
It disappears in your cold eyes.
This is the square sword.
Or the damage of self-casting
Pierced his soul
Die painfully
The history between us
Why did he die?
I was the last person to get the news.
All I know is the blood from the chest wound
Red the clouds in the night sky.
Heroic and sad
The history between us
My happy and yearning house number
The softest truth.
Just hit by your disdain.
It is broken.
Leaving only a pallor in my heart.
The history as pure as white clouds
I used to be in high spirits.
The history of falling asleep
She wandered back and forth between us.
But it collapsed.
calmly
Dream and look forward to this history
Tears poured out of this history.
The soul calls you to fill this sad void.
The call of modern poetry. The call of mountains
Nanzhang County Highway Administration Bureau; Ma Hongxia wrote it.
There is a thread-bound county annals in the upper right corner of the desk.
I went in to look at the past history,
Listen to old songs,
This is a dream, a dream,
Happiness is sadness.
I came out and my thoughts wandered in front of me.
The call of the mountain village shook the eardrum,
Blood and tears,
There is sorrow and sorrow.
The wish of Shanxiang has been pursued for thousands of years.
The dream of the mountain people is a bridge or road leading to the world.
Stop thinking about that,
Two mountains can talk and meet each other for one day.
I don't want to climb cliffs, mountains and canyons in fear.
My parents gave me a lot of pain,
There is a thrilling scene of brothers and sisters in it.
Everything is gone,
Everything starts again,
The call of the mountain village brought a group of people.
There are old people, young people, women and children.
They carry camels on their shoulders and unknown tools.
They set up tents at the top of the mountain and by the river.
Smoke from the kitchen rose from the Woods,
Ignorance and desolation stop here.
This bridge is no longer a stone slab bridge, but a swinging board.
The road is no longer a snake.
The car entered the hut from then on.
Mountain products has since flowed to the streets of the city.
A group of educated young people,
Also drove into the mountain.
Yellow vest, red hat,
And from time to time on the mountain road.
Breakthrough-
Sweating in the hot sun,
Auxiliary highway-
Write spring and autumn when the snow is cold.
This is a lofty ideal.
This is a firm belief,
This is the unremitting pursuit.
Shanxiang stopped talking,
Efforts to achieve national rejuvenation have become a practical action.
Highway people shoulder the burden of highway construction with their hearts.
Money, fame and status are like dirt.
I'm from the highway,
How heroic, how confident, how heavy.
We like to listen to the call of the countryside,
That's an inspiring drum and horn,
This is an exciting sport and scoring.
Forward, we must realize the Chinese dream, my dream,
Forward, always cheer up and fight!
It's called Modern Poetry 7. There is no smoke in the battlefield here.
But this is still a matter of life and death.
Several days of heavy rain.
Caused landslides and washed away the banks in many places.
Twenty-six provinces and cities across the country suffered severe floods.
The number of people affected reached 3282.
The death toll is 186.
The direct economic loss exceeds 1 100 million yuan.
If one side is in trouble, all sides will support it.
In an instant, rescue officers and soldiers from all over the country
Volunteers rushed to the disaster area.
Quickly draw close to love.
Build a solid wall of iron with great love
The past few days
Whether at the scene of saving lives.
Or in the crowd of rescuers
There are touching pictures everywhere.
Love is blooming everywhere.
In the raging torrent
Fire fighters, armed police officers and soldiers
Regardless of the speed and danger of the flood.
Hold life above your head again and again.
My feet are exhausted.
leg cramps
work hard day and night
Although exhausted, exhausted
But they don't cry.
Don't shout tired.
Concentrate on the safety of the masses
Spare no effort to persist in the rescue.
Among many volunteers
A long-lived old man.
There are mothers with children.
Successful people who own businesses.
There are also college students at school.
A cup of boiled water.
Warm and tired body and mind.
A bowl of hot food
Replenish energy for the rescued soldiers.
Some clothes to keep out the cold.
Let the affected people no longer feel cold.
Love donations support a blue sky for the smog in the disaster area.
here
What we see is that
One by one, not afraid to risk one's life and forget one's death
here
What we see is that
There is heat and light.
here
There is a call of love everywhere.
Show the light of human nature everywhere
Although I don't know who you are
But I know who you are.
You are here.
There is a guarantee of life.
With your efforts.
There is hope that people in the disaster areas will regain their confidence and rebuild their homes.
Calling for Modern Poetry 8 Are you calling for me again?
It's late at night, and I'm trapped like courtship, surrounded by my arms.
I gave you all the time, you ghost. Are you going to rob my night?
In this quiet night, I hope my soul belongs to myself.
Everything has an end, why, your voice must cross the night to stimulate me.
No music and sleep at night?
Can't the stars in your sky shine without the moon?
Can't the birds in your forest sleep without the company of spring breeze?
Can't the peony in your garden bloom without the kiss of bees?
If so, tell me,
Why, when he's in front of you,
Why do you put on your arrogant coat?
Why do you have contemptuous eyes;
Why is your expression cold?
If you love him, why don't you say it?
If you pity him, why don't you comfort him gently?
If you miss him, why don't you write and tell him.
Can he only become a ghost and invade his soul all the time?
If you only possess it selfishly and don't know how to cherish it, his soul will die sooner or later.
Sooner or later, your happiness will pass by like a meteor.