Ji Yu's resume
■ Born in Rongcheng, Shandong Province in the late 194s
■ Moved to Qingdao in the mid-195s
■ Started writing when he was in middle school in the 196s, and once wrote a long poem "The Song of the Wind"
■ wrote in youth in the 197s and published a collection of poems. Published six poems, such as Romantic Songs
■ Insisted on writing in the 199s, published four long poems, such as '97 Poetic Rhyme
■ Lonely writing at the end of the 2th century, and published a long poem, The Classic of 2th Century
■ From 15 to 5, studied and explored, and never stopped writing
■ Another collection of poetic theories, Dream of Poetry. Long biographies such as Bronze and White Stone and Comedy Life
■ Member of Chinese Writers Association and Director of Chinese Poetry Society
■ Chairman of Qingdao Federation of Literary and Art Circles
One of the romantic songs
1. What is romantic
Romantic, what is romantic?
The feelings in my heart are like green willows in March;
romantic, romantic, who doesn't love romantic?
The fruit I think about is like pomegranate in mid-autumn.
I am a person with blood and flesh.
I have a heart that will be happy and sad.
I want people's dignity, and I want a bright heart.
I don't want to steal like an ugly person!
I love the nobleness of pine and the quietness of orchid,
I will never chase after fishy smell like flies;
I hope to live a vigorous life,
I expect to achieve something in my career.
I am young, full of energy, roaring like the wind.
I am enthusiastic, and my surging life is like water.
romantic ah, how to understand you?
romantic, I swear to pursue you;
In the morning-I ask about Chaoyang,
At night-I stare at Beidou ...
When daydreaming, I become a butterfly:
"Oh, does romantic love mean swimming in spring?"
In the gloom, I turned into a bee:
"Ah, the wind seems to be running among the flowers."
My wandering thoughts merge into the sea.
The sea says, "The wind is a Bai Ou on the waves."
My imaginary wings fly to the bright moon.
The bright moon says, "Romantic is to spend a pot of wine."
So, I had an interesting dream.
I dreamed of many friends in my life-
They all came to answer my questions,
arguing about who was the most romantic in the 198s.
the ideal says: "romantic and success go hand in hand."
Youth says, "Romantic style and appearance are inseparable."
Friendship says, "Romantic wind is the stigma of Albizia Albizia flower."
Love says, "Romantic style is the tender lotus root laid by Bingdilian."
Morality says, "Romantic style is the crop in my heart."
Time says, "Romantic is the golden autumn in my mind." ......
romantic, romantic, please answer:
Is this understanding shallow?
romantic, romantic, please speak:
Do you have any unchanging standards for me to abide by?
Second, the self-report of romantic
I am romantic, I am romantic,
I am a rigid enemy and a close friend of Spring.
I am like a flower, blooming on a branch.
I am like a girl, with shy eyes;
I'm like a stag, jumping over a ravine.
I'm like a lion, with its tail wagging.
Sometimes, I am invisible, like a breeze,
Sometimes, I am tangible, like clear water;
Sometimes, I become a piece of red silk in the bride's hair,
Sometimes, I become a pair of armor on the warrior's body;
Sometimes, I am a spark in the bright eyes,
Sometimes, I am a vortex of honey wine on the smile;
Sometimes, I'm an iron horse, and the wind is blowing.
Sometimes, I swallow Wan Li valiantly.
More often than not, I am not an ornament or a figure.
I am a passionate pursuit of beauty in my heart!
The longer people live, the longer I live.
I have a longer history than Oracle Bone Inscriptions.
I once questioned heaven with Qu Yuan,
I once observed the earth with Zhang Heng * * *;
Zhang Qian is connected to the western regions, and I am in front of the saddle.
Jian Zhen is crossing the sea, and I am behind the ship.
I accompanied Hua Mulan to join the army instead of my father.
I was in command with She Taijun.
How many times, I avenged myself on the hero.
I yelled, "I will never stop if I don't sweep away the traitor!"
How many times, I went upstairs with people with lofty ideals.
I sang loudly: "Worry about the world first ..."
The bloody Central Plains, the ancient China,
How many romantic figures are immortal!
Flowers bloom in spring, leaves fall in autumn,
History never dies, and new talents are drawn-
Don't you see: talented people come out in Jiangshan,
Modern people are more romantic than their ancestors!
What is the three-point autumn fragrance, what is the fight to find a spouse,
such an affair has become obsolete;
I've heard enough of such love legends as poems about red leaves and burial mounds.
in the 198s, there must be a new voice.
Who will start a new romantic song?
From the mouth of the winter jasmine to the horn of the locomotive,
The romantic March is playing in the sky!
Third, I had a turmoil with Merry
. We drank our own bitter wine.
Merry was also regarded as a poisonous snake and a beast.
The land of my soul is full of stones,
The riverbed of my feelings is painfully thirsty.
After ten years of trekking in the desert,
I long for an oasis with water and grass.
In the face of modern science, I look at a loss,
like an ape who just walked out of the forest.
The road of life, unfortunately, can't be retraced.
Youth passes away, leaving only scars.
I used to be depressed, I used to be stubborn,
I thought I saw through everything in the world.
I once indulged in the temptation of vanity,
mistook fashion for romance-
borrowed a tape recorder to relieve my worries,
saved my soul with a lyre.
A suit with a tie and flared trousers.
Which ragged shirt is close-fitting and sleeveless;
Leather shoes can take photos, and my hair is fully oiled.
Who knows that my socks show my toes?
Dancing, I danced to my heart's content.
I felt dizzy on the waxed floor.
Skating, I skate at will.
I hope to forget my sadness when I am relaxed and happy!
But such a day can't last long.
Yesterday's fashion has fallen behind today;
The bell bottoms that sweep the floor are not fresh.
I've heard enough of the popular songs that make people sleep.
romantic, you don't often laugh in the streets and lanes, and
you don't always stay at parties;
Dance music is an interlude of the song of life.
Without complete music, what's the use of interlude?
Entertainment is an illustration of a page in the book of life.
Without a masterpiece, why are illustrations attached?
who can see through the world of mortals?
He who sees through is just an excuse for pessimism;
who can guess the future?
guessing is just a reason for arrogance.
What is the real romantic?
I frowned in meditation ...
Fourth, the real romantic
This is the romantic, this is the romantic,
Dare to fight the cruel fate to the death!
this is romantic, this is romantic,
sailing on the long river of history!
Expose the conspiracy of the creator at gunpoint,
Sprinkle a cavity of boiling blood on the barren hills;
Pay homage to the spirit of the Prime Minister under the stick,
Let countless white flowers be spent on your chest!
Invite the motherland to the podium in the world sports arena,
Let her listen to the singing of the national anthem;
Put the red flag on the highest peak of Mount Everest,
Let her touch the forehead of the blue sky!
Fight at the mine-covered mountain pass: "Let me go first!"
shouting: "I'll break the back!" when retreating from the mission.
I'll fly a new fighter with unstable performance, and
I'll study the nuclear test site where the smoke has not dispersed.
Like Lei Feng, he loves ordinary jobs.
Wherever he goes, he is a locomotive.
Like Jiao Yulu, he cares about the daily necessities of the victims.
Even if he dies, he should stay with great courage!
Count romantic figures, but also look at the present.
Today, it is to realize the ideal battle-
Fierce fighting in front of the stove, brewing a furnace of red wine,
holding a golden cup from a distance to celebrate the birthday of the motherland;
galloping on the sea, shaking a white silk,
offering Hada by waves, giving it to all the countries and continents.
When I got my Ph.D. in West Germany, the answers flowed like a stream.
A green leaf stretched out, indicating golden autumn;
Traveling to the United States to give lectures, discussing and studying,
An apricot is out of the wall, and the garden is full of energy ......
It's the romantic flow of flowers,
It's the romantic flow of flowers.
The wind flow of the Beidou indicates the direction, and the wind flow of the satellite is around the earth.
We are human beings, and we are beautiful in the world.
Our love affair seems to last forever!
We are engaged in all walks of life,
We have the same pursuit of romance:
"one mouthful" is the romance of the telephone operator,
"one knife is accurate" is the romance of the butcher shop assistant;
"Magic Knife Hand" is the romance of female pedicurists,
"Painter of Spring" is the romance of cleaning team members ...
We should make clothes as beautiful as the soul,
We should make material and spiritual equally rich!
Take pleasure from labor as reward,
Take victory from struggle as enjoyment.
Oh, every unexplained phenomenon
may be the entrance to a new discipline;
Every achievement depends on sweat,
Every question mark may be "winding and secluded"!
labor, creation and progress-endless!
love truth, love goodness and love beauty-to the letter!
This is true love, this is true love,
Hold the marker of the times in your hand;
Draw a picture of the four modernizations, build a house of happiness,
Spread beautiful flowers on 9.6 million square kilometers of land!
Let the people say that they have suffered setbacks and tumbled,
but they have shouldered the mission of the times;
Let history say: They are good at thinking and dare to fight.
They are truly a generation of romantic songs of the Chinese nation ...
The second part of romantic songs
First, sing romantic songs again
Write romantic songs, praise romantic songs for five years,
Was the "Romantic Songs" old?
Love romantic, love romantic, full of singing voice,
Who will take the lead in singing "Romantic Song" today?
Five years, the river is rushing, the dragons and dragons are competing to swim,
How many flying boats are struggling in the wind and waves;
Five years, sailing is popular, and the ship is hitting the water.
A group of talents are created in the torrent-
The real "herdsman" can be regarded as romantic,
Twenty years in adversity, psychological research;
"contemporary Paul" deserves to be called romantic,
opening up an ideal oasis in the desert of life.
The hero of Huashan rescue is the romantic mood of the group.
In an emergency, the heroic song is played high;
The new factory director who is like a duck to water is the romantic life of the enterprise.
He holds his head high in the tide of reform and opening up.
It's a romantic time, romantic time.
Play a song "Romantic Song" to Kyushu!
At this moment, the windows are opposite to each other, and the hearts communicate with each other.
The autumn wind blows through you and my chest.
A swan tapped on the door, and
received the echo of the green hills and greetings from the tides;
"Love us, we love love love,
Friend, when will you write a new love song?"
Looking at the east, west, north and south, bamboo, green pines and Cui Hua are very important.
If you sing romantic songs again, how can you tell who comes first?
Look at the science, education, culture of workers and peasants, and strive to reform and strive for the upper reaches.
Who is the most romantic? It is difficult to judge which is better.
I miss yo, and I feel that I am not talented enough.
When I write yo and change yo, I am often short of money ...
In my distress, a bag of dirt flies to my desk, and
I hold it like holding the rivers and mountains of my motherland in my hand.
This soil was sent from the trench in the front line of Laoshan Mountain.
There are vows in the soil, and there are more soldiers' pursuits.
Hold it, and pieces of shrapnel bite my hand.
Smell it, and waves of smoke choke my mouth.
A flash of lightning flashed across the clouds I was thinking about.
Soldiers, soldiers are the leaders of romantic life!
My heart flew to Laoshan and South Xinjiang.
Suddenly, guns rang out in my chest.
I want to sing a bloody romantic song for the soldiers.
The second "Romantic Song" is unique to the soldiers!
Second, the blood-stained romantic flow
... There is enough blood, but it is still flowing.
The triangle can no longer tie up my badly wounded wound;
... There is too much blood, but it still flows.
The first-aid kit has been difficult to help my dying comrades.
Just now, I wrote a letter to my family and invited a guest to blood my sleeves.
The ballpoint pen was still caught in his blown-out hand.
I was just talking about Beijing, and my head was shot in the blink of an eye.
I can't leave my shadow in front of the hero monument in this life ...
I don't want to die with my eyes open,
I don't want to be robbed by death like this!
I love life deeply.'
I miss my loved ones, and my heart trembles.
During the battle, I wandered in the tunnel with my eyes closed.
In my dream, my heart was reflected:
My mother looked forward to me and stood at the village entrance.
How could she bear to add new worries to her white hair?
My wife misses me and worries about me.
Only when I am the riverbed can her love flow happily.
My newborn son doesn't need my medal.
Only with me can he have a complete Mid-Autumn Festival.
I saw Aunt Liang and Jade Show.
How can a wreath cover thousands of graves?
Suddenly, a burst of gunfire woke me up.
I turned and grabbed my gun and threw myself into battle-
My motherland needed me, and her territory wanted me to stick to it.
So, I left everything behind:
Demining myself, I dare to smash to pieces in order to win,
"Fire at me", and I was as loud as Wang Cheng.
Tie a grenade and end up with the enemy.
Sound the blasting barrel and keep the position * * * *.
I'm dead, and my body can't be found on the battlefield.
My loyalty and flesh and blood have infiltrated into the soil;
When I die, I turn into white clouds on the old mountain.
Even when I die, I cling to the peaks of my motherland and refuse to let go.
motherland, have you seen my suicide note?
Blood-stained envelope, put in blood-stained pocket:
"Old mother, don't shed tears for me,
Give your life for your country.