Praise Qingdao's poems and songs

Mexican tourists love Hui Quan,

A bay of seawater embraces the distant mountains,

Sitting by the railing of the sea pavilion,

My eyes are full of waves and sails.

The sea is wide and the fish jumps, and the water is Wang Yang.

Cut off a corner to take a bath.

Ten thousand people hit the water and the waves splashed.

The tide and laughter sounded at the same time.

Put green gauze on Qingdao in summer,

Listening to birds and watching the sunset,

There is also a good scene worth remembering.

Red lotus on Xiaoxi Lake.

The foam of Tsingtao beer floats in the air.

Follow the dawn

Travel to every corner of the world

Blend into the sunset glow

Reflect the faces of countless people in China.

Foreigners came smelling the wine.

Take the green trees and red tiles home.

Bring the May wind home.

Take Haier Hisense home ...

Qingdao's brand is printed on the Olympic sailing boat.

Sailing is China's brand Qingdao.

2.

(Note: Written on September 9, 2005 when Typhoon Mai Sha arrived)

Can't sing

Can't praise.

You are accused.

On your arrest warrant

List your crimes

You're like an escaped demon

make unbridled attack

retaliate

The path you've taken.

Full of blood and tears

You ruined the fruit of the garden.

Slaughter creatures

Suffer in hell

Can't sing

Can't praise.

Unfortunately, you chose me.

The sky and the earth

It's your dance floor.

You fade away like a handkerchief.

You push aside the storm and make tears.

You fly in the city sky.

You swept mountains and trees.

You use a hoarse throat

Speak loudly.

pour forth

and

discharge

Can't sing

Can't praise.

The saddest thing is.

An incomprehensible language

Humans will never understand

Call sign of the wind

the rumbling of thunder

The sadness of rain

Sigh of clouds

Meet the requirements

Human answer

We can only be sure

Can't sing

Can't praise.

What touched your heartstrings?

What changed your original intention?

You came to our island city.

Obviously weakened the anger.

It is the blue bricks and green tiles of the island city that tempt you.

Or did the will of the people of the island city infect you?

Did you hear that?

To welcome you.

The provincial party Committee and the municipal party Committee held an emergency meeting.

Don't you see?

To welcome you.

The flood control headquarters is brightly lit and stays up all night.

What do you think?

To welcome you.

Those busy figures in the wind and rain are somewhat tragic.

Don't move.

To welcome you.

Warnings and greetings spread in the warmth of the world.

Can't sing

Can't praise.

You left with sin.

What is left to this island city is

This summer,

The coolest wind

The cleanest road surface

There are others.

The purest care

mood

There is an unspeakable feeling.

Maisa

You beautiful devil

What do you want to give us?

Bring what?

You'll give it to us again

What kind of awakening revelation?