A patriotic modern poem: Chinatown
yellow
This is a port.
The local accent of China people.
There is no need to ask where the guests are from.
A bright yellowish complexion.
Yangzhou Yima
Chang 'an Quegong
Yan yuan became a kind of queen.
The wind is Xiao Sheng in history.
It sounds like
A song as soft as a dream
It is a castle that will never be stationed.
Twenty-four flowers from China gathered together.
You are a bluegrass that can take root without soil.
Drinking the cold of frost and snow
Bloom the fragrance of the East.
A bright flag.
Like the waves of the Yellow River
The east always faces the sunny side.
This is an excellent relief.
Yangshao Ming yellow glaze in Yin Ruins.
Clouds will change.
Like an emissary from the Yumen Pass in the Western Heaven.
The sea is the Silk Road in your heart.
Lonely sails and distant shadows
The bright moon in my hometown is looking up at the magnetic field of Beidou.
You become a careful collector.
I was once poor and pawned my soft hands.
Just refused to pawn the furniture brought from the motherland.
Five thousand years is not an antique that can be auctioned casually.
But a magic lamp that can bring happiness.
Patriotic Modern Poetry II: My Motherland
homeland
I am a hardworking flower on the hillside of 80,000.
The countryside is vast and there are many farmers.
I cherish all the excellent qualities here.
But poverty and ignorance
Who will destroy it?
homeland
I'm too shallow
Who will contribute,
Who will sacrifice,
Someone has to remember.
I don't know,
I dare not say the exact date,
People are equally happy and unwilling to move.
my motherland
I need your strength. I know there is a process.
It takes countless people to do it silently.
But remember.
I am shallow.
My action, I'm doing it
Patriotic Modern Poetry III: Coal in the Furnace
Guo Moruo
Ah, my lady!
I will live up to your hospitality,
Don't let me down.
I'm doing this for the people I love.
Burn like this!
Ah, my lady!
You should know my predecessor.
Don't you think I am a reckless slave?
In the chest of my black slave,
As long as there is a heart like fire.
Ah, my lady!
I think my predecessor
Originally a useful pillar,
I've been buried alive for years,
Only now have I seen the light of day again.
Ah, my lady!
Ever since I saw the light again,
I often miss my hometown,
I'm doing this for the people I love.
Burn like this!