Modern Poetry in the Golden Hall

I want to build a golden hall.

More magnificent than the one in Vienna.

To the sky, to all around.

This is my proud field.

Please bring my love here.

Invite my friends here.

Invite my respected elders to come here.

Invite my relatives here.

Please bring space engineers and technicians here.

Invite farmers who are still working in the fields here.

Invite this long-lived old man.

Please bring the babbling children here.

And put the public servants who have worked so hard to build the church

Please come here too. I want to be a citizen.

Issue certificates to them

Come on, come with sweat.

Don't be stingy with your tears, are there still few tears?

Five thousand years have passed.

And endless blood.

Abandon the hatred and forget the shame.

Let sweat, tears and blood gather here.

Into the Yangtze River and the Yellow River.

Flowing in the hall, nourishing everything.

Moisten our grateful hearts.

By the way, I also want to invite my dead parents.

Ask those ancestors who will disappear forever.

Please three emperors and five emperors

Please Qin Huang Hanwu.

Please ask the stars in the sky.

Please ask the gods of the past.

Wake up the giant sleeping in the memorial hall

Let him lead the late founding father.

Come to the meeting and share today's joy.

I also moved the Qinling Mountains here.

Divide people into north and south teams.

Let's sing and applaud together.

With the Yellow River as the drum and the Yangtze River as the string.

Let the swaying poems splash on the waves.

I also told my generals to take their soldiers.

Protect my mountain and my sea.

At this time, the sun shines on every corner.

The stars twinkle happily in the sky.

The wind is crowded together, telling how to convey information.

Spring, summer, autumn and winter are also competing to change smiling faces here.

Is it vanity? no

Because the climax hasn't come yet

At that time, I will push my lover to the center.

Let everyone support her with me.

For her sake, I am trying to keep myself poor.

Sow seeds on the earth for her and me.

Stay calm for her.

The days she spent with me,

Also, for her gentleness and beauty.

Because of her voice like a nightingale, because of her less clumsy waist.

Yes, it's time

Let the passion reverberate in the golden hall