The rising sun shines on all countries in the East, seeing China and enriching the country. Reform, the sky is vast, and China takes off. Xie Deng, the general manager, a great man waved his hand and described a grand plan. On the two systems, the recovery of Hong Kong and Macao will bring all rivers into the sea.
See the word rice falls at dusk, and Governor Peng stares. The five-star red flag flutters, illuminating southern Xinjiang and the north. Play Gao Kai, restore sovereignty and insult the status quo. Praise the beautiful scenery, prosperity and flowers everywhere.
Note: This poem was written on August 3rd, 1997.
Time flies, ushered in the 10 anniversary of Hong Kong's return to the motherland, and it is also the 10 anniversary of Hong Kong's return to the motherland. To celebrate the return, here are some poems to enjoy.
1, bauhinia
Your gorgeous flowers seem to be the purity in the hearts of Hong Kong people.
Your smiling face is as sweet as that of Hong Kong people.
Your enthusiasm in full bloom seems to show how sincere the love of Hong Kong people is.
Your elegant fragrance is just like how boiling the hearts of Hong Kong people are.
Ah, bauhinia, beautiful bauhinia! You, on behalf of the people of Hong Kong.
Thinking of you, I have been humiliated, and only the leadership of the party can give timely help.
I was very sad when I thought of you. Only the leadership of the party can realize my dream.
I will never forget you. On July 1, 1997, the concept of one country, two systems became a reality.
I will never forget you. 1 July 19971day, thousands of families raised their glasses to celebrate the return.
Ah, bauhinia, sacred bauhinia! You represent the motherland.
You stand upright in Xiangjiang, and under the call of the five-star red flag, you decorate the Oriental Pearl more brightly.
You stand on the Xiangjiang River, you are in the spring breeze of a harmonious society, and you make the people of China happier.
You stand tall in Xiangjiang River, and you are condensing the wisdom and strength of Hong Kong people, walking on the golden road of Socialism with Chinese characteristics.
You stand upright in Xiangjiang River, and you lead the tenacity and courage of Hong Kong people to write Socialism with Chinese characteristics's happy poems.
Ah, bauhinia, affectionate bauhinia! You represent the heart of the country.
Bauhinia is flying on the five-star red flag in China.
A piece of paper "treaty"
Stuff it down my throat
A wall is a hundred years old.
You can't swallow it.
Can't sing.
Compass navigation of foreign ships in China.
China's gun with gunpowder.
But became a "foreign devil" robber.
Advanced magic weapon for shooting "China"
"Bullying"
This is the "logic" of robbers.
"If you fall behind, you will be defeated"—
This is the logical "robber"
Remember, this is not necessarily the truth.
But this is absolutely historic.
Cruel practice
A hundred years of shame, a hundred years of pursuit.
Generations entrusted, generations go forward bravely.
A century old man, remember him.
Practice has paved a great topic.
"Development is the last word"
Then, skillfully write down the finishing touch.
One country, two systems, reunification of the motherland
1 July, 9971day
-don't be embarrassed by the mother and son who silently endure humiliation.
History, the grand ceremony of this new era.
An epoch-making day
turn ...
Today, to the world
I want to announce loudly
China today can not be killed or humiliated.
Look, China today.
It's written on everyone's face in China.
_ _ "China can say no"
Put away the bully's bossing.
The robber stopped.
Today, let go of your ideals.
throw out one's chest
I want to sing loudly.
Singing spring
Sing of hope
Sing the green of the branches
Singing flowers.
I sang my mother's tears.
A thousand cups of holiday wine
I sang the laughter of the children of Xiangjiang River.
Happy dancing
Singing wisdom
Sweat of singing
Singing about the fertility of the soil
The growth of singing seeds
I sing about the "prosperity" of the motherland.
Endless energy
I sang Hong Kong people ruling Hong Kong by Xiangjiang.
A magnificent poem
Sing the sweetness of Xiangjiang River
Sing the water fragrance of Xiangjiang River
Sing Xiangjiang night
Singing Xiangjiang River in the night
Tomorrow I will sing the whistle of Xiangjiang River.
-Louder and clearer
I sing that the sun in Xiangjiang River will meet tomorrow.
-Smarter.
Oh, standing at the top of the sea
I hope the tide will roll in. ...
Totem: the footsteps of history
And the revival of national melody.
Let go of my throat that has been closed for a hundred years.
The beating of my hand on my chest.
I want to sing.
-Snow white bauhinia
Red in China
On the five-star red flag
Fly, fly ...
Mom, please remember to come and see me.
Mom, please remember to come and see me.
Look at this eye on your arm.
Look at this poet standing on the edge of the South China Sea.
Please don't call my name.
My soul is already in your myelin sheath.
Travel for more than half a century.
Remember July, when you rose into the night sky.
I hesitated at midnight in the South China Sea.
A river of tears.
The index finger and thumb are inserted into the internal organs.
The sigh of a hundred years finally came out.
Throw it in those blue eyes.
Mom, you know, back then,
I turned my heartbeat into a note.
Mom, ten years in your arms.
I am walking with your harmonious eyes.
Please don't worry about me being caught in the charge of the times.
You see, I took ten steps in a spring.
The body is permeated with the green fragrance again.
In midsummer, a lotus is decorated with colorful flowers.
Mom, July is coming again.
In my eyes looking back, did you see it?
The idea was filled with tears of gratitude, but
I don't want to be ahead of you forever.
We are conjoined mother and daughter, wherever we go.
Should be we * * * with the mark.
A young firefly flies in the night sky in July.
I regard it as a meteor.
Write a poem while wishing.
I have raised the lighthouse on the west coast of the Pacific Ocean.
There are also street lamps, the season of flowers blooming.
Mom, please remember to come and see me.
4. Dream, new posture
Mom, you are a peasant woman for thousands of years.
Kindness makes a Confucian hut.
You plough and knit a sweater in the hut.
Cultivate a dream, weave a dream
Your children also use ancient hieroglyphics.
Dig up the soil and build a base beside the ridge.
Mom, but you know
I was abandoned by the lonely South China Sea?
My desire spins on your forehead.
When, your hard hands
You can touch my skin.
However, everything has not been expected.
I was imprisoned by a blue eye.
Their stout hands reached into my ribs.
Hollow out the bone marrow and suck out the blood.
I must wait for your awakening.
You are lying in the smoke, and you are nearsighted.
Children cry, mountains and rivers lament.
But you still use your last strength
Stand up straight and become a totem.
A piece of yellow paper fell off.
Dream, in a new position.
May, spring in July
Mom, July is my spring.
My spring, there is no green, no pink, no pear white.
There are no tulips and violets.
But there are bright sunshine and lotus-like smiles.
The hope I planted
You can harvest in any season.
Even butterflies, elves and mermaids
Ten years ago, I was an egg in your womb.
You've been pregnant for a hundred years, and finally,
I was born in the early morning of July 1.
I look forward to your accession to the WTO.
Watch you take off and win the 2008 Olympic Games.
Then I, the Oriental Pearl,
Hold high on the west coast of the Pacific Ocean.
It's July again, Mom.
This is my tenth birthday and spring.
I want to use relaxed language
Plant hope in the blue sky and white clouds.
The breeze brightened my eyes.
The lotus terrace in the distance is thinking hard.
Sprinkle a handful of silver Buddha light.
6. Ten years.
It's been ten years, mom. The peach blossom has withered and blossomed ten times.
The soul of death may stand on a branch.
But, mom, I just want to see you from a distance.
A hundred years of separation, let me bear the silent and lonely bite.
When I came back to your arms, mom, I cried.
I swear to take a good look at you and get familiar with you.
Every blood vessel and nerve of yours.
Ten years, mom. Did you see it?
Cattle and sheep flock on both sides of Xiangjiang River, do you hear?
Round and rough dance music at midnight, and
Deep in the palm of your hand, the sound of pulse and excitement ......
Mom, I spent ten years reinventing myself.
What remains unchanged is my name-Hong Kong.
You gave me an indelible birthmark.
7. Mom, I want to fly.
Under my wings, wring the water dry.
This is your simple smile
The sunshine in July lit up the Xiangjiang River.
A blazing flame
vicissitudes of life
The withered vine of history has troubled me for too long.
Mom, I want to fly.
My wings swept over mountains and plains.
The footsteps of green trees step on your shadow.
The crisp sound of magpies on the branches
That voice called my name.
Mom, do you know this crying?
It's the voice of hundreds of millions of people. Listen.
The clouds kiss and the breeze whispers.
Where your blood flows, mother.
No one can stop it.
Under the stratum, our roots are intertwined.
In the sky, my feathers
Covering your aura
On the soaring economic road
Walk in the Polaris forever.
Mom, I can sing loudly.
Sing about your beautiful tomorrow.
I want this song to permeate everything.
On your solid chest
Take root and sprout, and then
The edge of the ventricle, work hard.
Weave a lotus in July
Yongyule
Celebrate the return of Hong Kong and follow the rhyme of Su Dongpo.
The bright moon reflects the mountains, the green wind blows the water, and the beautiful scenery is infinite. Hong Kong belongs to Qiang, and Bauhinia burst into laughter.
See you in the five-star world. In the past, the smoke was thick, but the ship was teetering, and the dangerous reef was surging. night
It was dark, and I was looking for a place again. I woke up with the same child. The ends of the earth are tired and the ends of the earth return.
Road, hope bitter hometown heart. My mother, Huai Tian, is a vagrant. She likes tears and tears.
Dream for a hundred years, dawn begins, and the dignity of the country continues. Yanhuang Music and the Growth of China
Song, a billion sighs!
Celebrate the 10th anniversary of the return of Hong Kong.
After the storm comes a rainbow.
Text/Xia Yan
Wonderful moment.
This is a close-up of time.
Put our hearts
Bring back that exciting time.
Can't forget the century-old shame.
The joy of returning
The great idea of one country, two systems.
A Hongqiao is running.
A hot atrium
Neon lights hung all over the street
Depicting the prosperity and strength of the motherland. ......
After a hundred years, return to the chapter of ten years.
What about Hanwu in Qin Huang? I was shocked to see the dragon dance book flourishing.
However, I asked people in China why they liked it. Bauhinia bloomed in China.
Singing and indulging will be accompanied by wine, and Taiwan will be drunk.
It is only a matter of time before the world is unified. Who can stop it?